Title: Peeping Tom
Author: Tahmoe
Email her at: KrisHoop182@aol.com
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon is responsible for everything that is Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Summary: Buffy spies on her sexy neighbor until the day her hormones just can't take it anymore...
Rating: NC-17
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On a Sunday morning in upstate New York Buffy approached a woman selling a high-powered telescope at a yard sale for only twenty bucks. Buffy asked the lady why she was selling it so cheap, knowing the telescope was worth at least $1000. The woman confided the telescope belonged to her ex-husband. His most prized possession next to his mistress. She told Buffy she got half of everything he owned in their divorce settlement including the telescope that she had no use for. Buffy was sorry to hear about the woman's marriage falling apart, deciding to take it off her hands. She paid the woman the twenty bucks, loading the telescope into her car.
Buffy loved her telescope, becoming fascinated with spying on her unsuspecting neighbors across the way. One night when she was battling a bad case of insomnia and losing, she climbed out of bed. The plan was to gaze at the stars in order to bore herself enough to fall asleep. However her curiosity had gotten the best of her, drawing her attention to a random bedroom window. She saw a platinum blonde haired man on the oral case between some brunette's legs. She knew she should have turned away but she was captivated by the intense pleasure on the woman's face. It was clear to her the spiky haired man knew what he was doing. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, grazing her teeth over it lightly while she watched. From that moment on, Buffy knew she wanted to be on the receiving end of his tongue.
When he raised his head, she zoomed in on his face. His chiseled features and blue eyes mesmerized her. He had cheekbones that would make any woman jealous and his lips were the perfect sexy pout, ready and kissable. She watched him move up the woman's body with a cat-like grace, entering her while staring into her eyes. Buffy herself could feel the intensity of that moment, getting wetter the more she watched. She zoomed in on his tight ass, watching it contract while he pumped in and out of her pussy. The force of his thrust was pushing the brunette's body up the bed until she had nowhere else to go. She was trapped, having to endure the power of his masculinity enrapturing her.
When the hot couple finished, Buffy rushed to her bedroom to masturbate. She played out the scene, over and over in her head, coming several times and falling asleep with her hands still between her legs. She watched him every chance she could, canceling plans with friends and turning down dates. She was dating her telescope, enthralled with the blonde man.
After work, Buffy had a routine. She would rush home, pour herself a glass of wine, polish the lens and wait for him to appear. He never disappointed her. She didn't know how long he lived in his building or his name but as the months passed, she learned some things about him. For instance, they both lived on the eighth floor of their high-rise buildings. He was dating two women, one was a brunette and the other was a blonde. He worked out with free weights and did one hundred pushups every other day. He walked around nude often and appeared to have vast knowledge of the Karma Sutra. He liked to fuck with the lights on and possessed serious staying power. He had a huge cock she nicknamed Spike while she watched it conquer pussy and ass. On occasion she watched Spike get caressed, kissed and sucked by the two women he paraded in and out of his apartment. He was single and loved to smoke a cigarette after having sex.
Each day Buffy's desire for him grew. She craved him until one-day fate intervened. She was just getting off work when she saw him enter his building. She hesitated to follow but eventually did, running across the street barely avoiding getting hit by an oncoming car. She missed getting on the elevator with him so she took the stairs, running up eight flights in three-inch heels. She made it just in time to hear the sound of a door closing. She walked in its direction; satisfied she'd found the right door. He lived in apartment 810.
Buffy rested her head against the door, running her hand up and down the hard exterior. She longed to be inside, closing her eyes to picture him fucking her with the same wild abandoned he showed the others. She came back down to earth when she heard the sound of the elevator bell. She jumped back from his door, pretending she was looking for another apartment. A middle-aged woman smiled at her and Buffy returned the gesture, nodding her head and then stepping into the open elevator.
On the way down, Buffy realized she had officially graduated to full stalker status. Knowing her sanity was at stake, she vowed to dismantle her telescope and find a boyfriend but she still wanted him. When the elevator stopped and opened to the lobby, she didn't move. She stood there dazed and confused. She had to know. She had to experience him. It was now or never. Having a moment of clarity, Buffy realized there were going to be times in life when one has to say what the hell and do what they feel and today was one of those times.
Buffy pressed the button for the eighth floor. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to his door. She knocked a few times then pounded. The spiky haired blonde answered the door, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. It was obvious he'd been in the shower and she wanted to lick him dry.
"Can I help you, luv?"
Buffy's nipples became instantly hard from the sound of his British accent.
"Shhhh", she replied, staring into his blue eyes.
Buffy stepped into his apartment, shutting the door behind her. She kissed him full on the lips once then down his hairless chest to his stomach. She removed his towel and dropped to her knees, placing her hands on the sides of hip. With one long broad stroke of her tongue, she licked up the head of his cock then watched it fall.
Buffy had looked up at him. He had the look of shock in his eyes while she had the look of seduction. She met his manhood, mouth to skin, gripping him at the foundation. Her tireless jaws and death grip worked, as a team and it didn't take long for his cock to expand and fill the cave of her mouth completely. The right sleeve of her white silk blouse was damp to the elbow with her saliva and his cock was drenched in it.
William couldn't believe what was happening to him. He opened and closed his eyes several times, trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming. What he was experiencing with this beautiful blonde woman was something people read about in porn books. He wondered where did she come from and what was her name but exchanging pleasantries wasn't on her mind. William was having his penthouse moment and decided to take full advantage of it.
He palmed the back of her head to support the wet slide of her mouth on him. Her motions were fluid and the beautiful blonde stranger didn't seem to mind as the grip she had on his cock got firmer. His eyelids fluttered closed as his legs weakened. He removed his hand from her hair, grazing it across her cheek before pressing it to the wall for support. He was about to come, rocking slightly back and forth on the balls of his feet. His willpower was slipping away with every hard suck from her exquisite mouth. Finally giving up, he'd fallen to the floor and she didn't miss a beat, continuing to suck him while he came into her mouth. He lifted his head briefly from the floor, watching her swallow every last drop.
Buffy hiked her skirt up to straddle him.
"I want to ride your cock." She whispered.
William didn't object, smiling at the cute red g-string panties she was wearing that had ties on both sides. His smoothed his hands up her thighs to her hips, pulling them loose. Immediately, the damp material fell away from her landing stripped mound and onto his stomach. Where they remained while she lowered herself onto his erectness, moving and rotating her hips. Her nails dug into his chest as they both moaned loudly. His hot demanding hands tried to work the buttons loose from her white blouse. He wanted to get acquainted with her breasts.
Buffy pushed his hands away, ripping her blouse open while William unclasped her bra. He fondled her breast roughly, pushing them together then apart while thumbing and pinching her nipples. She lowered her mouth to his frantically kissing him long and hard but still continuing the ride. Her passion and desire for him made her wild. Buffy was lusty, aggressive and nasty. Parting her lips from his, she continued to ride him like a mechanical bull, staring down at him.
William feasted on the sight of her. Her long flowing blonde hair bounced on her shoulders, her perfect lips made heated Os, and her small full breasts dangled like ripe fruit on a vine. William found himself asking new questions was she a sexual thrill seeker or a nymphomaniac getting her last kicks before she entered treatment. He wanted to ask her but the power in her hips was denying him the need to speak.
William tugged on her arms, pulling her down to him. He dipped his tongued into her mouth to circle and dance around his. He secured his arm around her tightly, pushing his hips to meet hers. Buffy started screaming like a virgin, feeling him connecting with her soft spot. His thrusts were quick, sharp and short causing her to still while her pussy cried a river of hot white tears all over his dick. He cried with her, whispering into her ear.
"Sit on my face"
Buffy's eyes smiled wide at his kinkiness. She liked the sound of that. It took every ounce of strength she had left to maneuver herself to his mouth. She was halfway there, feeling the bone in his chin nesting in her curls.
"Just a little further, luv"
When she made it, she lifted and lowered herself onto his searching tongue. She came again, glazing his face with the sexual foam from their combined juices. She was twisting and whimpering from the intensity as he licked and licked then sucked.
Placing her hands firmly on the tile floor above his head, Buffy rose to her feet only to collide with the wall. Her legs were shaky but instead of wearing the face of embarrassment, she was wearing the glow of fulfillment. Gaining her footing, she pushed down her skirt, buttoned her blouse and walked out the door, leaving her panties behind.
A/N: I hoped you liked the story. Please review, I need it.
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