Peeping Tom: Part 2

By Ron Dawes

Prim, proper housewife Julie is flabbergasted when she realizes her older neighbor is spying on her while tanning in her skimpy bikini in the privacy of her back yard. She’s never felt so violated, or so thrilled. With each chapter, her arousal causes her to become more emboldened. How far will she take Tom in her teasing?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Dawes
• Release date: Apr 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310391521

Ron Dawes

Writing these stories provides me an outlet to express my innermost fantasies. I love hearing from readers who have been moved by my stories. Feel free to drop me a note anytime. Many of my stories are based on my fantasies. Some of the stories are based on the fantasies of others that have contacted me. But all of them are fantasies. We have no control over our fantasies, and many of them will always be just that; fantasies, not real. I don't necessarily condone the behavior of my characters; some of them are a bit lecherous, I'm afraid. Some are rowdy. And some might just be a little nasty. But it takes all kinds. I believe that men, deep down, have a strong need to worship and adore their lover. I believe that women, deep down, have a strong need to be worshiped and adored by their lover. Most of my stories reflect those beliefs.

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PEEPING TOM

PART 2

By Ron Dawes

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Text Copyright 2014 Ron Dawes

All characters are fictional, and, where involved in adult situations, are over the age of 18.

PEEPING TOM - Chapter 2

Julie excitedly put on her swimsuit, checking herself in the mirror, then spread sunscreen all over her body. She had been distracted ever since yesterday afternoon, unable to think about anything except the possibility that her scantily clad body had been exposed to her peeping neighbor. She couldn’t get the kids off to school soon enough this morning. Now, her housework done, she was ready to go out by the pool. Would he be watching? She wanted to know, so before she went out, she took her binoculars and looked through her bedroom window at the second floor window where she suspected she’d been watched from the day before. It appeared the blinds were shut.

Putting on her big, floppy sunhat to protect her face, she went outside and got out the pool’s cleaning equipment. By the time she finished vacuuming the pool, she had worked up a good sweat. She checked the Ph level of the pool, refilled the chlorinator, and put away the equipment.

She went inside and hurried to her bedroom, peeking through the shutters with her binoculars to check out the upstairs window. Sure enough, the blinds were definitely open more than they had been. There was no question in her mind now; she was being watched. Her body tingled in excitement.

She was even more excited than yesterday, now that she knew for a fact that Tom was sitting in his house watching her in her swimsuit. Was he wearing underwear? Was he nude? Had he cum yesterday, thinking about her, and did he have the stamina to cum again, for a second day in a row? Or would he just watch her, storing the image into memory to recall later when he was recharged. Wait! She hadn’t thought about this. What if he was taking pictures or video of her? She wouldn’t like that.

A big part of the excitement was not knowing the answers to any of these questions, and knowing that she probably never would. Tom would remain in the shadows; she could control whether or not he saw her, by not showing herself. But once she showed herself, she was at his mercy. He could watch her, unseen. He could use binoculars to examine every inch of her skin in minute detail as he stroked his dick to orgasm. He could even photograph her without her knowledge, and she could do nothing about it.

She chose to show herself. She was wearing a very skimpy swimsuit when she strutted out to her backyard and lay on her chaise. She stretched provocatively in the warm sunlight. Knowing that he was watching her, and would stay at the window watching her as long as she was in view made her very excited.

She had never known that showing off her body to