peeper

I was on my way to my room when I heard the water running.
The bathroom door was cracked open and he was standing in the shower.
I knew I wasn't supposed to look, I knew it was wrong.
But I couldn't make myself turn away.

I stared at him in wonder I couldn't believe my eyes.
I was fascinated.

I crouched down low and hoped that he wouldn't catch me peeking.
I saw his naked body standing there in that shower,
my breath sped up my nipples perked.

I knew my reaction to what I was watching was wrong.
I couldn't help but look at him and watch him showering.
I watched the water spray over his body his hands soaping himself up.

I looked around to make sure no one saw me watching him through the door.
I could feel the steam billowing through the crack over my face
and between my thighs.

I watched him lather his belly and lower to his penis.
My breath quickened as I watched his hands work up and down his shaft.
My cheeks flushed knowing how wrong this was.

Why was I so excited by something that was so wrong?
I knew I should get up and walk away instead my fingers found their way
between my legs and in my panties.

I could hear him moan as his dick hardend and his hand stroked faster.
I bit my lip to keep myself from whimpering in reaction.

My eyes darting from his dick up his soapy wet body to his face,
back to his penis again. My fingers sliding along my vagina to open
the lips and rub my clit at the same pace his hand pumps himself.

Together seperately we frantically pump and stroke ourselves to oblivion.
Shamefully aroused by something so wrong. I should say something,
I should walk away. I should get up and close the door.
I should ignore the curiosity but I don't.

I push my fingers into my pussy and squeeze my clit soaking them
in my juices, just as his hands  squeeze his balls and his cock sprays
cum all over the shower wall.

Both of our orgasms racking our bodies.
Logic thought finally making an appearance telling me to make my
escape before I'm caught watching, I look at his face just as he turns
his head looking directly where I'm watching and winks.

Rushing into my room I close the door. I feel the wetness soaking me,
and the beat of my recent orgasm still pulsing between my legs.
A slow smile worked its way across my face.

It seems someone wanted an audience and was hoping to give a show.

Obviously, they got just what they wanted and then some.