I watched Melina Salonika study her naked reflection, inspecting her so-called imperfections. Tall and statuesque, to my mind she was perfect. With brunette curls tumbling over her shoulders, soft golden brown skin, and a figure to die for, Melina exuded sex. And when she looked at you with those almond coloured eyes, she was irresistible.
She raised her hands above her head and twisted her body from side to side. Her beautiful breasts did the same, swaying left and right like an erotic pendulum. Watching Melina, my erection throbbed in response, and as if reading my thoughts, she slid her hands down her body gently caressing herself, the gesture simultaneously teasing, and pleasing.
Fascinated, I grabbed my engorged flesh. Seeing Melina's nipples tighten, while her hands continued their journey, I murmured “Keep going,” and hoped she would obey. Melina didn’t disappoint me, and her hands moved over her flat belly to the dark triangle of pubic hair above her enticing sex.
A wispy smile played on her lips, the reflection in the mirror both the beneficiary and instigator. I held my manhood tighter, imagining myself between her splayed thighs, my tongue and fingers making her scream. Compounding my obscene fantasy, Melina reached behind to cup her gorgeous buttocks, bouncing them up and down as if weighing them. She checked their tautness before momentarily spreading them apart, treating me to a fleeting glimpse of her secret entrance. Still not satisfied, she turned around, and immediately gazed over her shoulder at the full-length mirror, and repeated the weighing process.
Her reflection frowned. The corners of her mouth curled downwards, and she shook her head. I couldn’t help smiling. Like many women, Melina often complained her bum was too big. It wasn't. Whenever she walked away from me, I enthusiastically gazed upon her buttocks, each cheek rising and falling sensually, and thought dirty thoughts.
What can I say, the sight of Melina’s bum never ceased to arouse me.
Melina took another withering glance at her perfect rear end, and released her grip Facing the mirror again, she shrugged her shoulders, and with a resigned expression continued getting ready. She called out towards the bedroom and moments later, Adriana, her older sister came into view, wearing a bathrobe, and a turban shaped towel around her wet hair. She handed Melina a makeup purse. If having one gorgeous Goddess in your life is being blessed, then having two is even better.
One couldn't mistake the family bond when they were together, which considering Adriana always stayed at the apartment when she wasn’t traipsing around the country with her rep company, was often enough. Both were free spirits, and they shared a casual disregard of money, possessions, and social conventions about how young women should behave. Much to my viewing pleasure, there were lots of loose outfits, short dresses and mini skirts displaying ample amounts of flesh.
Although I’m biased, Melina’s body had the edge, but there wasn't much in it. And considering Adriana was a couple of years older that wasn't a surprise. Mind you, the last time I saw Adriana naked, also in front of the mirror Melina was using now, her behaviour left a lasting impression on me, and I gripped my cock even tighter.
Handing over the makeup and giving her sister's gorgeous ass a playful slap, Adriana unwittingly looked me in the eye, and then disappeared. Still watching the sexiest woman alive get ready for an evening on the town, I continued masturbating.
Then, while she was putting on some raunchy lingerie, Melina looked in the direction Adriana had disappeared to, and after nodding, resumed getting dressed. When she had fastened her bra, the woman of my dreams stood there for a moment, admiring herself in the mirror, before unexpectedly pressing a hand between her legs.
Watching Melina caress her clit, I witnessed how she unobtrusively pushed her underbelly against the nimble fingers. As she increased the pressure, her tongue slid across her sensual lips, and her eyes closed in private ecstasy. While she continued to play with herself, hardening nipples poked through the sexy bra. Why was Melina doing this? It couldn’t be for my benefit, could it? Or did she need a moment of sweet release? Honestly, I didn't care. Enjoying the show, my breathing grew laboured, and my arm moved faster.
In fact, I was so engrossed in what she was doing; I’d entirely forgotten where I was. Unable to stop myself, my hand moved in a blur, and I pumped my hips in a simulation of what I would like to do to Melina. When I felt my spunk boiling, I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. My stomach cramped, my balls tightened, and closing my eyes, I waited for the moment supreme.
“You fucking pervert, stop what you’re doing right now, or I’ll call the police,” a woman’s voice shrieked.
Hearing this, my bubble of happiness burst instantly, and my eyes flew open. In a cloud of shame and embarrassment, I whipped my head around to confront my assailant, and any hopes of ejaculating died immediately. The person looking at me was shocked, angry, and all too familiar. Accusing eyes stared at me, unwavering, even when I struggled, and failed, to stuff my throbbing erection back inside my jeans.
“What the fuck are you doing here Dan,” Adriana yelled. “You’re a fucking peeping Tom.”
o0o
Okay, let me explain. I could try and say it was part of a kinky game Melina and I played, but the truth was very different. She lived in the apartment beneath me and was most definitely not my girlfriend. In fact, up until that moment, I’d never been with any girl, let alone Melina, and what I was doing was positively taboo.
I had enrolled at Southampton University and needed accommodation. Being a straight ‘A’ brainiac, and not a streetwise hoodlum, my parents didn’t want me renting rooms like most normal students, so they purchased a small flat for me; one because they could afford it, and two, it gave them some piece of mind.
Okay, I can hear you thinking, ‘what a nerd’ and your assumption would be correct. More to the point, I was completely naive about women. Up until that moment, any sexual knowledge I’d accumulated was purely theoretical. Sure, I’d seen naked women, but only in the soft girly magazines that were available back then. Unfortunately, I’d never been able to turn theory into practice. Now, if you think I’ve been misleading you, I’m sorry, but before you judge me too harshly, please let me finish my story.
The removal firm had finished unloading all the heavy, unwieldy items and now my mum, dad, and I were busy unloading the rest of my things from the car. Walking into the building with yet another heavy box of books, I was pleasantly distracted by the arrival of a heavenly apparition in the apartment lobby.
Wearing a loose summer blouse, and a short skirt, she introduced herself as Melina. Explaining she’d just seen the removal van drive away, and guessing we would be feeling parched, she invited us to join her for a cup of coffee.
What followed next, was an excruciating half hour, during which my parents embarrassed me more than I could ever remember. They told this gorgeous stranger, things about me that had me wishing for a hole in the ground to open up, so I could jump into it, and disappear altogether. When this ordeal was over, I was sure I would never be able to face her again.
However, I learnt a lot about Melina. She was five years older than me, a commercial artist, and she’d lived in this complex for three months. Named after her Greek grandmother, like her sister Adriana, whom I met a week later, Melina's skin had that exotic olive sheen. And there was a lot of it on display.
Unlike my father, I daren’t look at Melina. It was apparent she wasn’t wearing a bra, and every time I tried looking at her face, the competition protruding from within her blouse, two perfectly formed nipples, distracted my gaze from her disarming smile. No matter how hard I tried, I ended up staring at her chest, much to her and my parent’s amusement.
Despite my initial misgivings, Melina often invited me to join her for cups of coffee and a quick chat. We regularly shared slices of pizza, while watching bad movies, and it was the Salonika sisters who introduced me to the delights of rum, brandy and vodka. Unsure of their motives, it would be fair to say, they treated me like the younger brother they’d never had. They always teased me about my lack of girlfriends, made me blush by parading in revealing outfits, and generally helped to draw me out of my academic shell.
Although I knew she had a boyfriend, I developed a crush on Melina, but not wanting to jeopardise our precious friendship, I said nothing. Unwittingly, Melina compounded my infatuation, when she insisted I should attend her New Year’s Eve party. I had a lot of doubts, too numerous to name here, and I almost decided not to participate. However, the opportunity of spending a whole evening with Melina proved too much to resist.
Both Adriana and Melina danced with me, and although I lacked any real coordination, they didn’t seem to mind. When we weren’t “getting down to the groove,” they had me accompany them as they socialised, and it was then I learned Melina was single again. My heart soared.
When she kissed me on the stroke of midnight, something that lasted much longer than I expected, I thought it would burst. Admittedly, I wasn’t the only person she kissed, and although I received another sloppy one from Adriana, it was Melina’s sweet lips touching mine that I remembered, before eventually falling asleep.
However, 'faint heart never won fair lady,' and lacking the nerve to ask her out, I suffered silently. Whenever we were together, I tried to hide my feelings, but I couldn’t deny each flash of jealousy I felt when she introduced me to yet another new beau. The green-eyed monster grew, and as winter made way for spring, I had to face facts: I was in love with Melina but didn’t know how to make her mine.
So, how did I go from being a hopeless romantic to a creepy peeping tom?
To avoid the costs of employing a gardener, I was cutting the grass late one Saturday afternoon. Having grown to love the simplicity of mowing the lawns, it was a welcome distraction from a week’s hard studying.
However, on that fateful day, I was running late. An evening’s drinking with the sisters had caused me to oversleep. As a result, I was playing catch up with all my weekend duties, and it was late afternoon before I fired up the lawnmower. Pushing the cumbersome machine around the large garden, built up a good sweat, and by the time I got to mow the secluded patch outside Melina’s kitchen, dusk had long since descended. Glad to be on the final straight, I passed the window and saw lights blazing in her hall and kitchen. Then Melina walked past the open doorway... naked.
I couldn’t believe it. Before I could react, Melina was there again... still nude, but now she stood in front of the mirror in her hallway.
When Melina entered the kitchen for a glass of water, my heart raced, and I quickly hid behind some nearby shrubs, inadvertently ducking when she stared straight at me. Expecting a scream, the lack of reaction was surprising. Then I realised Melina couldn’t see anything outside. With all the kitchen lights shining so brightly, the only thing visible in the window was her reflection.
I watched with bated breath until Melina returned to the hall. Then approaching the building like a thief in the night, I secretly spied on Melina, while she got ready for an evening out. Despite being confident she couldn't see me, I was still shitting myself. In fact, I barely breathed, for fear of giving myself away. However, as the minutes ticked by, I relaxed, and feeling the growing discomfort in my trousers, reached for my zipper.
And that brings us up nicely to the present.
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“Please Adriana," I begged, "let me explain,” and wondered what on earth I could say.
“Go on then.” The challenge was unmistakable. “I’m listening, what have you got to say for yourself?”
‘Good question.’
Things weren’t helped by the fact the bathrobe she was still wearing, was totally inappropriate for such a confrontation. Carelessly fastened, Adriana unwittingly treated me to an enticing view of her full breasts. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop staring.
“Jesus you’re fucking unbelievable,” Adriana exclaimed angrily, when she noticed where I was looking, but did not attempt to cover herself.
“Well, what do you expect,” I retorted indignantly. “You two tease and torment me every chance you get, and then act surprised when you catch me ogling you. You’re even doing it now, for God’s sake.”
“But this is definitely not the same thing Dan," she replied, trying to contain her anger. Then she gestured towards my partially hidden erection. "And for God's sake, put that thing away,"
Terrified about her threat to call the police, I confessed everything.
“But why, it's so fucked up?” Adriana almost exploded.
“Because I’m in love with your sister.” Her eyes took on saucer-like proportions. “I know Melina doesn’t know how I feel about her, but I can’t help myself,” I continued pitifully.
“But don’t you know how fucking perverted this is?” she asked, her anger slowly receding.
Of course I did. I was contemplating my reply when Adriana's eyebrows narrowed in concentration.
“How long have you been doing this?” she demanded.
“About a month I suppose,” I mumbled.
"And you do this every day?" Instinctively I knew what she was referring to, and shook my head.
"Once or twice a week," I admitted, almost certainly confirming what she already suspected. I waited for the shit storm to break.
“Have you spied on me as well?”
It was evident from her tone she hoped I would say no. However, remembering what I had seen, I wanted to lie, but couldn't. I nodded, lowering my gaze to the ground.
“Oh.” She took the news well, considering. “And did you have a good old wank then?” she asked unexpectedly.
“What do you think,” I mumbled shamefacedly.
“I thought so,” she announced in exasperated disappointment. “And did you cum when you watched me? Look at me when I'm talking to you.”
Our eyes met, hers curious, mine ashamed. Adriana was an actress, used to performing for a crowd, but what I had witnessed was something private, unquestionably X-rated, and we both knew it. We stared at each other, the tension between us unbearable. I nodded.
“Show me,” she demanded unexpectedly.
“What?”
“Show me how you tossed yourself off,” Adriana burst out in exasperation. “You’ve seen me fingering myself; now I want to see you bash your bishop.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“C'mon get on with it, Dan,” Adriana insisted, hands on her shapely hips. Despite the precariousness of the situation, I slowly exposed my semi. “Hmmmm, very nice. A bit soft, but it's a start. Now start tugging it," she ordered.
Although this was rapidly breaching my comfort zone, I didn't argue. With reluctance, I gripped my flesh and did as Adriana commanded. Watching, with her arms crossed, and a firm ‘get on with it’ expression, I got the impression she wasn't impressed.
As I’ve admitted, I’m a nerd, not an actor, and feeling very self-conscious, I continued to pull at my growing erection.
“Do you call that wanking, Dan? Jeeezusss, it’s no wonder you’re a frustrated peeping tom.”
Moving towards me and seeing my shocked expression, Adriana softened her demeanour. “Allow me," she ordered and spat into her palm. Then replacing my hand with her own, Adriana began tugging my throbbing flesh to its full hardness. “That's better,” she grinned, somewhat proudly.
Then Adriana pulled at the cord holding her bathrobe together, and the garment fell open. Her beautiful large breasts bobbed free, and I saw the dark hairy patch between her legs. She must have felt my cock jerk because she looked at me and giggled.
“I thought that might help," she said, with a knowing smile, and continued stroking my shaft. Because no one had ever done this to me before, the whole experience was so overwhelming; I don’t even think I lasted a minute.
The straw that broke the camel’s back was Adriana grabbing my hand and placing it between her legs. “Can you feel how horny this makes me?”
She pressed my fingers into her welcoming slit, and slick juices flowed over my fingertips. A wanton moan escaped her lips, and that sent me over the edge.
Grunting as I spilled my seed, Adriana reacted immediately. She tightened her grip, causing me to buck my hips violently and planted her lips onto mine. Only after I stopped shuddering, did Adriana stop kissing me. Then she released my spunk in a controlled fashion; letting it ooze from my engorged helmet over her delicate fingers.
“Shooting your load all over the place is no good to anyone Dan," she informed me with another sexy giggle. “It’s too precious to waste,” she announced in mock solemnity. “Unless the woman you’re with wants you to cover her in spunk. Then it’s acceptable,” Adriana continued matter of factly, releasing her grip on my prick, and raising her sperm encrusted hand to her lush lips. I watched in awe as she lapped up the thick creamy liquid.