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Through a Glass, Darkly
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Through a Glass, Darkly
by
Tralfaz
"I hate these time zone changes!" murmured Derek Bell as he
closed the paperback novel he just finished reading. He glanced at
the clock beside the motel bed and read 1:08 am from the red numerals.
"I've got to get some sleep if I'm going to be sharp for my
presentation at 8:00." he thought to himself. "How can I sell
security systems if I am half asleep?"
That afternoon, Derek arrived in Miami from his home office in
Seattle. His company, Visontech Security, was a manufacturer of high-
tech security systems which used hidden surveillance to prevent losses
of high value items. Tomorrow's sales call was with a pharmaceutical
company which was trying desperately to cut its losses from pilferage.
"Well, if I'm awake, I might as well look at my material one
more time." Derek sat up in bed, flipped the light on, and opened his
briefcase. After a few minutes, he determined that a walk would do
him more good than another dry run. He pulled on a set of sweats,
grabbed his key, and headed for the door.
As he stepped out on the outdoor walkway, Derek felt odd feeling
the 70 degree night air in February. "It sure is nice to get away
from the winter for a while." he thought. He decided to wander around
the motel for a while, hoping to relax and get some much-needed rest.
While walking, he saw quite a few well-dressed, young couples
returning from a wedding reception and from their smiles, he figured
that the party was a good one. He also saw a few of the motel
employees on night duty. As Derek rounded a corner at the far end of
the building to return to his room, he noticed a young, male
restaurant employee coming out of the maintenance corridor which ran
between the rows of rooms. After an exchange of hellos with the young
man, they both went their separate ways.
"I wonder if what they say about those maintenance corridors is
true?" thought Derek as he approached his door. So instead of
entering his room, Derek turned around and returned to the door that
he saw the young man come out of. After a quick look around, he tried
the door which, to his surprise, was unlocked. He quickly went inside
and closed the door behind him.
"So this is what's in here." said Derek as his eyes became
accustomed to the dim light which filtered through the transom vent.
All along the corridor were conduits and pipes. "Now where is my
room?" he wondered as he slowly walked down the corridor. About half
way down, he noticed a small spot of light suddenly appear on one of
the walls.
Derek approached the light and saw that it came from a small
hole in the opposite wall. "Well, I guess what they say IS true." he
thought. "And as long as I'm here, I might as well take a look."
Peering into the hole, he saw that it was a view through the mirror
over the vanity. A small portion of the coating had been scraped off
and he could see right into the guest room. The occupants of the
room, an athletic-looking couple, had apparently just arrived from the
wedding reception. They both were "dressed to the nines" and appeared
to be enjoying the afterglow of the happy event.
The dark-haired man removed his jacket, tie, and shoes and
headed for the bathroom. The lady, a striking blonde, kicked off her
high heels, picked up a hair brush, and approached the mirror. Derek
stepped back quickly as he saw her face approach to just a few inches
from his. But curiosity got the best of him and cautiously he re-
approached the peep-hole and saw here brushing her shoulder-length
hair. The sleek, black evening dress she wore had accented her
slender waist and well shaped breasts. From his vantage point, Derek
could see the small freckles on her face and chest, apparently from
much time in the Florida sun.
The man came out of the bathroom with the remainder of his
evening clothes in hand, threw them on a bed and stood behind her. He
was dressed in jockey shorts and had a trim, sculptured build. She
looked over her shoulder and they kissed warmly. As she continued to
brush her hair, the man put his hand on her waist and gently stroked
her sides. Derek could see a faint smile appear on her face and
noticed the outline of her nipples appear beneath the soft fabric of
her dress. They both smiled as the man moved his hands to her back
and slowly unzipped her dress.
Derek could see that the man rubbing the woman's back. She laid
down her brush and leaned back against him. "This is getting good",
Derek thought. "Looks like someone is going to get lucky." As she
leaned against him he began kissing her neck, slowly sliding the
straps of the gown off her shoulders. Derek saw her eyes close and
notice an increase in her breathing. But the real treat was when the
front of the dress fell away and revealed her firm, lightly freckled
breasts which were topped with a pair of erect, strawberry colored
nipples.
Derek's own breathing quickened to match the rise and fall of
her lovely breasts. He felt the himself getting hard and wished that
his hands could be exploring this lovely, young woman's body instead
of the unknown man on the other side of the glass.
The man traced his fingers around her shoulders, down her arms,
and finally, around her areolae. He gently cupped a breast in each
hand and softly rubbed her nipples with his fingers. Derek saw the
woman's hips move as she pressed back against the man. His envy of
the dark stranger grew as he imagined how great it would feel to have
this sensuous woman press her lovely ass against his fully erect
penis.
The mans hands went from her breasts to her waist and he firmly
held her to him. At the same time she rolled her hips back to
increase the pressure. Derek saw her breasts moving ever so slightly
as they moved together in their mock lovemaking. The man released his
hold on her waist and slid her dress over her hips to the floor. This
revealed a pair of sheer, silk panties with delicate lace trim which
outlined her mound of fine, blonde hair. "A real blonde!" Derek
thought to himself.
The woman turned to face him and they wrapped in a passionate
embrace. Derek watched as the man's hands fondled her hair, rubbing
the small of her back, and pressing her hips against his. He could
see the woman responding to his touch, moving her hips ever so
slightly in an erotic rhythm.
When the kiss broke, they stood face-to-face for a moment and
looked into each other's eyes. Then the man bent over and took her
nipple in his mouth. Derek saw her head bend back and could almost
hear her passionate gasp as her lover suckled her strawberry beauties.
The woman's hands went from around the man's neck to his shorts.
As she did this, Derek instinctively rubbed is own raging erection.
He could tell that she had her hands inside her lover's shorts and
that those soft fingers were wrapped around the stranger's penis.
The man stood up and they separated slightly. Derek saw her
hands inside his shorts which showed a small, moist spot; the result
of his excitement. She removed her hand and slid his shorts to the
floor. Derek watched eagerly as she cupped his balls in one hand and
stroked his fully erect member with the other. The man's eyes closed
in ecstacy and he gently touched her neck and breasts. Suddenly, the
woman knelt down. She slowly circled the head of his cock with her
tongue and licked the pearl of moisture from the tip. Both Derek and
the man gasped when she took his shaft into her soft mouth.
Derek's excitement at what he was seeing was growing beyond
bounds. Unconsciously, he reached into his pants and took his own
cock in his hand. Like the dark-haired stranger, he also had a drop
of moisture on the tip. As he saw the woman's head moving, his own
hand moved in unison, using his own lubricant to heighten the
sensation.
But as quickly as she started, she stopped. Derek could see the
man's erect penis standing tall and glistening with the moisture from
her mouth as the woman arose. Again, she took him into her hands and
stroked him, and again the man kissed her wet lips while
simultaneously removing her silk panties. As he dropped the wisp of
fabric to floor, he cupped the cheeks of her ass in his hand and
pressed her blond mound to his raging erection.
The woman's movement began again and Derek saw her throw back
her head, her eyes closed, as the man once again suckled her breast.
This sight only served to increase Derek's excitement and the tempo
that he stroked his own wanton cock. The man lifted his head and
gently turned her around to face the mirror. As he stood behind her,
she laid her head back on his shoulder. The man watched himself trace
his hands from her hair to her neck and then around her rising and
falling breasts, tracing ever smaller circles which centered on her
strawberry delights. Derek could see her wispy, blond, triangle move
in small circles as she pressed her round ass cheeks against his hips.
The man's hands moved down past her navel and gently stroked her
lower blond hair. As she moved her legs slightly apart, Derek saw his
finger dip between her legs and run along the length of her lips. He
could see the man's finger trace little circles on the tip of her
clitoris. This brought a visible reaction from the woman and served
to heighten Derek's excitement as well. The man continued to touch,
stroke, and dip his fingers into her soft wetness. When he moved his
hand away, Derek saw her wetness glistening on his fingers and on the
tips of her blond curls.
The man placed his hands on her hips and pulled her back toward
him. Willingly accommodating, she spread her legs slightly more, bent
over, and rotated her hips back to give him an unhampered, rear entry.
Her breasts sway gently as she moved, holding their firm shape as she
changed position. Derek could not help but envy what must be the
man's glorious view of her ready and eagerly waiting center of desire.
Both Derek and the man on the other side of the glass had their hard
cocks in their hands, but Derek had to settle for his own stroking
while the man slowly entered the body of the woman.
Dekek's hand once again matched that of the movement of the
couple as they began their tango of desire. His sweatpants were now
down around his knees, and the sweat was beginning to bead on his
brow. He could see the couple's breathing increase, matching his own.
He saw the man's hands got to the womans's hips, then to her back, her
breasts, and back to her hips again. He saw the woman push closer to
the man, driving him deeper inside, filling her up completely.
Their tempo increased. Derek matched the man and woman stroke
for stroke. He saw the woman's mouth opened, her eyes closed, and her
breasts and hips moving to match the man. He could begin to hear the
muffled sound of her ecstacy through the wall and, fleetingly hoped
that his own raspy breathing would not be heard. Derek's body began
to tighten, his cock grew even larger and harder, the pressure
building and building. Derek was about to explode as he heard her
joyous sounds peak in intensity, the man groaning along with her. The
couples movements showed their fevered desire to deepen the
penetration and make the union of their bodies even more complete as
they exploded in orgasm together.
As Derek saw the furious tempo of their climax, he joined them
with his own. Not caring where it went, Derek let jet after jet of
his own cum coat the wall of the corridor. He kept stroking, still
matching the subsiding passion of the couple we was watching.
In a short time, they separated. Derek saw the man's semi-hard
cock shining with the combined juices of their lovemaking. The woman
slowly stood up, turned around, embraced the man, and they kissed
gently. As they stood their basking in their afterglow, the man
reached up and turned out the light, casting the room in darkness.
Try as he may, Derek could see nothing through the hole but
blackness. "Look at me!", he thought, "pants to my ankles, cock in my
hand, and cum all over the wall." He pulled up his pants and slowly
made his way back to his room, thinking, "It sure looks bad being a
Peeping Tom, but it sure was fun. I wonder if there are other
ways...."
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