Peeping

Peeping Jane: Part 2

He pulls his hard dick out through the slit of his boxer briefs, stroking it slowly as he watches the two girls. I take a long drag, filling my lungs with minty smoke, and squat down for a more comfortable view. Leaving the cigarette pressed between my lips, I pull off Christina’s jean jacket and spread…

Peeping

Peeping Jane: Female Voyeur

Stepping off the last of the balcony’s steps, a warm summer breeze blows my cigarette smoke back into my face. The crowd above me whoops and hollers over juvenile drinking games. “How did I end up back in this town,” I grumble, having taken to the habit of talking to myself over the past few…