A Voyeur's Gift

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

When Tom gets an invitation from his exhibitionist neighbor to do more than watch, his wildest dreams come true, but the cute little vixen has some rules he has to follow.

Will he enjoy the full pleasure of her gift or will she kick him out in the snow?

A Sneak Peek:

She grinned wickedly, her vixen once again returning to the surface. “Santa,” she said, moving a bit so that I felt her ass rubbing over my dick. “I have been very naughty this year.”

I chuckled, my eyes wandering hungrily over her. “I know it, I'm always watching you know.”

She giggled, one of those far too sexy breathy giggles girls have. “Do I only get coal?” My vixen asked, pouting.

“Well maybe you could earn a present by helping Santa out,” I said, making my voice sound like a deep-voiced Santa.

“Anything,” she squealed with the true exuberance of a child. “I'll do anything to earn my place back on the nice list.”

“Well,” I said, my hand wandering up her back and over the spaghetti strap of her top. “You would have to be very, very nice.” I let my eyes follow the trail of my hand as I brought it over her shoulder and along the fur trim on the top of her bra.

Noel took a deep breath, sitting up straighter.

“Yes, Santa, I can be very nice,” her voice caught, as I slid my hand between her voluptuous breasts, finally connecting with the skin just between them.

***Warning: This 9500 word story contains adult content, not for persons under 18, or the weak of heart. Contains the adult themes: Voyeur/Exhibitionist, Masturbation with Toys, Oral Sex, and Sex with Strangers.***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lesa Fuchs-Carter
• Release date: Apr 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301258642

Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Lesa is a writer of erotic fiction, often considered "too sexy" she has over 50 titles in a wide variety including everything from sweet romance novellas to paranormal short stories. She enjoys pushing the limits and playing out her fantasies on paper.

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A Voyeur’s Gift

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

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This short story is fiction. All names, characters, companies, incidents, and places are from the author's imagination, or are used in a fictitious manner. Any similarities to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The content of this eBook contains sexually explicit and graphic situations and is intended for persons over the age of 18. All characters portrayed in sexual acts are 18 years of age or older.

Copyright © 2012 by Lesa Fuchs-Carter, Smashwords Edition

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Edited By Ember Rose.

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Chapter 1

344. That's how many days she's lived in this apartment complex. Of those 344 days she'd masturbated 327 of them. Once a day mostly...though she'd hit twice a day three times. Valentine's Day, May nineteenth, and August second, what is the significance of those last two? No idea.

Honestly, despite the fact I have seen every beautiful angle of her, I have never spoken to her, and never seen her closer than twenty-five feet away, she was going for a jog and I was grabbing my mail.

I suppose it's because I'm a peeping Tom. Though in truth I didn't try to peep. I work from home, and my apartment is situated right beside hers with only a 30 foot space from my office window to her bedroom window.

Before she had even finished unpacking she'd laid out on her bed and masturbated. I had been so shocked I hadn't been able to move until she'd finished, rolling off the bed and wandering out in only her white cotton tee.

At first I didn't know if she knew I was there, so I'd left all my lights on to show her she could see into my apartment, like I could see into hers. But she kept doing it. Sometimes after lunch, sometimes after a jog, sometimes after work. Always without looking at me, always without checking to see if I was there or not.

At one point I began to question if she was blind and perhaps did not know I was there. One day she'd waved at me while grabbing something off her dresser. She knew I was there. She knew I was able to see.

For months I watched her masturbate, I must admit I had developed an addiction to her. Gorgeous. She was simply gorgeous. Her beautiful breasts, bouncing as she angled herself to align her fingers deep within her pink wet pussy. I