I like watching people, especially horny people. Don’t get me wrong I love having sex too, but watching someone play a sexual and erotic tune on a willing victim is precious to me. I get so turned on, horny, even rampant.

Threesomes and moresomes are generally quite good because you get to join in as well, but if you wanted to, you could just sit back and relax and watch people play with each other. Listening is also part of the game that I play. The moaning and groaning when someone is close is just music to my ears. When they cum, I get all excited. The pent up pleasure of seeing their faces, and hearing their moans, is second to none.

The best view in this world of erotic cinema is when I get a clandestine viewing. They are so fucking wonderful, they make me want to feel myself, not just touch myself you understand, but actually feel myself. Push my hand between my legs and let my fingers slip into the wet velvety cavern of my sex.

The more erotic the view, the more I need to bring myself off. What’s more, is that when I really need to do that, I actually don’t care if the people I watch catch me. In fact it makes it all the more pleasurable if they do.

I am not sure whether I could relate my best voyeuristic experience to date, I have had so many, but the one that comes to mind recently was fortuitous. I just happened upon the unsuspecting couple and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I came hard watching and listening to them.

I was walking home from work on a cold winter’s evening. I had to walk through a dark and foreboding underpass with little or no lighting to speak of. In the central part were some small alcoves that, although brightly decorated, were still dark and dingy. I had reached into my bag and was about to switch on my torch when I heard a sound that was out of place; a sort of squeak, a whimper. I stopped and listened, letting my eyes become accustomed to the dark, and for the tinnitus in my ears to calm down a little.

I saw them move slightly. They couldn’t have been more than fifteen feet away at most. I started to creep closer and closer until I slipped into the alcove next to them.

The alcoves were slightly curved. I could see her outline pressed up against the wall. He was facing her and they were kissing. His right hand was lost under the blackness of her skirt and I presumed the squeak had come from her lips when his finger entered her.

I pressed my body into the wall and listened for a while.

Little moans and gasps of pleasure drifted past me on the wind. A low grunt then came from him.

I needed to see what was happening and what they were doing.

I let myself lean forward a little. I could see his right hand eagerly thrust into her lower region, fingering her in earnest; making her moan and whimper.

I couldn’t resist it. I lifted my skirt and pushed my knickers to one side. My finger came down on my pussy lips and I started to stroke. It was already wet and I let out a low and very quiet breath of air. I fingered myself for a while listening to them make out.

I leant forward again. I could see her right arm, partly hidden behind him, move up and down. I knew she had his cock in her hand and was stroking it. I just hoped it was a big one and that she was enjoying it.

Once more my fingers eagerly stroked at my pussy but this time I let a finger slip inside me.

It was so fucking nice. I fingered myself for about thirty seconds, first with one finger and then with two. I heard the woman moan much louder which caused me slow down. I circled my clit with my finger as I turned to watch them some more.

Both of her hands were up against the cold wall, her skirt was around her waist and his cock was firmly inside her. He was pounding her from behind with all his might and urgency.

I groaned; a low throaty groan, as I pushed my fingers back into my pussy.

“Oh! Fuck,” my eyes pleaded with him to look around or for her to spot me over her shoulder.

The scene before me was so horny, so erotic, and I desperately wanted them to catch me masturbating.

I watched him fuck the hell out of her. I listened to her whimpers and screams as her orgasm replaced the pent up excitement and anticipation; the same excitement and anticipation that my fingers were giving me.

I couldn’t take much more of watching. I had seen enough. I had heard her come and saw her breath flow out into the cold night air; condensing on the wall that was inches from her face. I heard him tell her that he was filling her with his cum.

That was when I let out a gasp that was above normal audibility. My fingers were circling my clit and my orgasm caused me to lose all sense of control. My heart was pounding, my eyes closed, my legs were slowly buckling from under me and my orgasm burst from me in short, sharp gasps of pure pleasure.

By the time I came to my senses, both of them were looking at me. His hard on had not subsided and his cock poked comically from his jeans. She had a wicked smile on her face and I secretly hoped she was thinking what I was thinking.

Panting heavily, I smiled and stood there with my back against the cold brickwork and waited…