1. Curtain Twitching


    Date: 7/22/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Voyeur, Author: SteveX, Source: sexstories.com

    He saw her at the bar; nude high heels, long luscious legs, short skirt and a blouse that revealed her midriff every time she raised her glass to her lips. Her breasts pushing out the flimsy fabric of her top caused his heart to flutter. She turned her head, her dazzling, emerald green eyes looked towards him and he looked away reflexively. Cursing his shyness, he looked back, but her attention had returned to her friends and her high, musical laugh carried across the hubbub like morning bird song. "Seen something you like there Paul?" Gerry, Paul's workmate, slapped him on the back as the others laughed. Paul laughed nervously. At 35, he had been in a few relationships, none of them serious, with the last one failing miserably and robbing him of his confidence. As a result, he was awkward socially, especially when it came to women. He found it hard to string a sentence together when confronted by a member of the opposite sex. Paul fantasised about approaching this woman, chatting to her and taking her home. Daydreaming whilst his colleagues laughed and made fun of him. He was regretting coming out tonight; he hadn't felt up to it, especially now, as Gerry left the group and ambled towards the bar. He couldn't deny that Gerry was certainly better looking than him. Gerry was tall and slim, with a kind of Nordic look about him, finished off with his short, dark blonde hair. Paul, on the other hand, looked like Tom Cruise, but only in height. His looks were, what could only be ...
    described politely as conventional. Although he wasn't ugly, he felt like the women he approached were recoiling; it wasn't even like he was aiming high. Gerry reached the bar, ordered a drink, then casually turned and started talking to the object of Paul's desire, casually nodding his head at Paul. She turned her head in Paul's direction, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulder in slow motion, like she was filming a shampoo commercial, as she raised her hand and waved at him. Paul was rooted to the spot; unsure of whether to go over and say hi, until Gerry leaned in and kissed her. She placed her drink on the bar and kissed him back as Paul's heart sank. Another kick in the guts for him, and another score, with extra bragging rights for Gerry. There were a ton of "if onlys" but he could only blame himself for not taking the initiative there and then. Gerry's hand snaked down the girl's back and rested on a firm, round buttock, and squeezed gently. Paul sighed and looked away. Feeling downhearted, Paul finished his drink and went to the men's room. Returning to his colleagues, he picked up his coat, made his excuses and looked around the room for Gerry. Both he and the girl had left, "Bloody typical!" He thought, Gerry was supposed to be the designated driver tonight, but, as per usual, chasing tail was his main priority. Paul left the bar and walked in the direction of his home, alone; the rest of his colleagues far too inebriated to walk in a straight line, let alone ...
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