Page 6 of Voyeur

“Yeah. He met someone who was also here, and they went back to his place. He said the sex was amazing,” the woman shared as she tipped her drink back. “I’m kind of hoping for the same experience.”

“Oh,” Honor uttered again before taking a sip of her wine.

“But he went home with a guy. I’m kind of hoping to go home with a woman,” the stranger confessed.

Then, the lights flickered, so Honor shoved her phone into her back pocket.

“Want to walk around with me?” the woman asked.

“Um… No, thank you,” she replied and walked off toward the first corridor.

Honor didn’t want to be rude, but she wasn’t here to meet someone, and she didn’t want anyone following her around while she was here because this place felt like hers. It was Honor’s to explore and take pleasure in and not to have someone trying to hit on her or take her home after. She hurried ahead of the woman to make her point clear, and when she arrived at the first section she’d seen the previous night, the same man and same woman walked out and began doing the same performance as the night before. Honor expected that because this was supposed to be art – it was likely the same show every night.

She walked by the same performers as they got started and stayed a little longer on the foursome on the next bed as two men entered two women from behind and held them at their hips. As much as she never wanted to sleep with another man again, watching this happen in front of her was hot. Honor didn’t stay long enough to watch any of them come, though. She turned, found the threesome she’d enjoyed the night before, and watched them put on the same show they had then.

One of them was sitting on another’s face while the other one was eating that one’s pussy with a passion that had Honor wishing she was the one on the bed, holding on to the woman on top of her with one hand as she ate her out, and holding the head of the woman currently eating her out with the other. It was all very confusing to Honor; which one of the three of them she wanted to be the most. Her brain told her she wanted to be sitting on a woman’s face as that woman sucked on her and had her soft tongue slip inside Honor. Then, it told her that she wanted to be the one eating someone out – licking, sucking, and pushing fingers inside to make someone come – because that had to feel so damn good. Being the woman lying flat and being taken while also doing the taking was something she kept coming back to, though, and it made her feel invincible to think about coming from one woman while making another one come. There she was, unable to even talk to a woman, standing here in this room, wishing she was a part of the performance.

When Honor pulled her eyes away only for a moment, she noticed something happening off to her right. Her focus pulled from the performance entirely, and she watched as some woman with short blonde hair and a security guy with a black shirt that indicated his job in big white letters were pulling on a man who had his dick out of his pants and his right hand still working it as he continued to watch the women on the bed and say that he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

One of the performers in the threesome turned her head to see what was happening, but once she realized that the rulebreaker was being taken care of, she returned her hands to the headboard and continued to rock her hips as if he was of no consequence and didn’t matter to her at all. She was going to come, and that was all that mattered to her.

Turning again, Honor watched another security guy take over for the blonde woman who helped initially, and the unruly customer was escorted the rest of the way out. When she turned around, Honor gasped. It was dark, yes, but the woman was standing near enough to a spotlight that Honor could see her now.

She looked like she might be in her late twenties or early thirties. Her eyes were piercing blue in that light. Her short blonde hair was slicked back by her two hands gathering up and running through it and whatever product she had in it to keep it that way. She was tall but not much taller than Honor’s 5’7”. Maybe 5’9” if Honor had to guess. Her black, tight T-shirt revealed muscled arms, that had helped her basically carry that man off, and a tight, flat stomach. Her jeans were dark, too, and her belt buckle was silver and shiny against the light. Her shoes looked like they were solid work shoes, and maybe that made sense because she worked here. Honor actually swallowed at how gorgeous this woman was. Then, the performers in front of her started coming, and Honor’s head turned so fast, she worried she’d get whiplash. Her eyes focused in on the woman on top, who was riding the other woman’s face, clearly enjoying what was happening. When she came, her hand let go of the headboard and reached behind her, resting on the other woman’s breast, squeezing it. Honor heard a moan, not sure which woman it belonged to. Then, the woman beneath that woman on top was clearly coming. Her hips were rising and falling, and the woman eating her out was holding her hips down on the mattress with one hand while her other was moving in and out of her body.

Honor couldn’t get enough of it. She wanted to keep watching and never stop, but eventually, both women came down, and Honor thought she should walk on, so she did. She turned and didn’t see the gorgeous woman in the tight black shirt again, so she headed toward the two women she had hoped to see. They were there, and they were about to come. Honor watched them, feeling her wetness pool. She should’ve planned for this, but yet again, she’d worn thin panties and jeans, which meant she’d soon be able to smell just how much she wanted to be here.

She looked through the barrier behind the women and noticed she could see just a little of another vignette. Honor didn’t want to leave, but she also knew there was more to see, so she walked around and down the other corridor. There, she saw a man and a woman and a sex swing. She’d only ever heard of these things, but she understood why people liked them. The couple using this one seemed to be enjoying it. It wasn’t for her, though, the man and the woman thing. It was hot, but Honor was hoping to find more women touching one another or, at least, touching themselves, so she walked on.

When she found the performer from last night touching herself, Honor stood at the top of the bed, watching the woman move in and out of her own pussy, eyes closed, freer than Honor had ever seen anyone be, with her free hand on her breast, playing with her nipple.

“Hello.”

Honor turned her head and saw the blonde from before standing next to her.

“Me?” she asked.

“Yeah, you.” The woman smirked at her.

“Am I in your way?”

“No,” The woman replied. “Are you enjoying the show so far?”

“Uh… yeah. It’s… provocative.”

“That’s the idea,” the woman said with a smile.

“Right,” Honor uttered. “I should…” She pointed to another vignette. “Go.”

“You don’t have to. Sorry if I disturbed you.”

“It’s okay.” Honor looked down at the floor. “I should go.”

“Don’t,” the woman said.

CHAPTER 4

“Don’t go?” the woman asked.

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