The Uninvited Guest

Voyeurism Short Stories · approx. 6 min read · 18+

I stood in the hallway of an unfamiliar apartment, listening to muffled sounds from the bedroom—a whisper, a soft laugh. The door was only slightly ajar, a narrow gap full of promise. I hadn’t been invited here, not really. A colleague had dragged me along, had long since disappeared into the kitchen, and I was wandering around like a ghost. What the hell was I even doing? Me, who usually left every party after five minutes, stood here motionless, barely daring to breathe. The hallway was dimly lit, only a floor lamp casting warm light on the cream-colored walls. From somewhere came the clinking of glasses and the dull laughter of guests, but out here it was almost silent. I felt the weight of my body on the soles of my feet, the coolness of the parquet under my shoes. A light film of sweat settled on my forehead, even though it wasn’t warm. My heart hammered against my ribs, and I wondered if I would really go this far. The gap in the door drew me in like a magnet, and I knew I could no longer turn back.

The Gap

The music from the living room was only a dull bass now, penetrating through the walls. My palms were damp as I moved closer. Through the crack in the door I saw her: a woman with dark, shoulder-length hair sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to me. The simple black dress emphasized her bare shoulders, which shimmered in the faint light. Kneeling before her was a man—blond, broad-shouldered, his hands on her thighs. She whispered something I didn’t understand, but her laugh was a soft, bell-like tinkling that went straight through me. I watched as her fingers stroked his cheek, a tender gesture that touched me deep inside. The man leaned forward and kissed her neck, while his fingers found the zipper of her dress. A soft hiss, and the fabric slipped from her shoulders. She helped him, pulled the sleeves down, until the dress hung around her waist and her breasts were exposed—firm, nipples already hard. He took one in his mouth, and she leaned her head back, closed her eyes. A soft moan escaped her, pulling me deeper into her spell. I saw how her nipples played under his tongue, how they stiffened and darkened.

My breath caught. I braced myself with one hand on the doorframe, as quietly as I could. The man pulled the dress completely off, letting it fall to the floor. Now she sat only in a tiny lace thong, her legs slightly apart. He stroked her inner thighs, circling with his thumbs, while covering her mouth with kisses. She returned them hungrily, grabbed his hair, pulled him closer. I saw their tongues meet, how she kissed him with a passion that electrified me. My pants tightened, my cock pressed against the zipper, and I felt the tension growing in my lower abdomen. A dull ache, a sweet strain. I barely dared to breathe, afraid she might hear me. But I couldn’t look away either. Every movement of the two burned itself into my memory: how his hands glided over her skin, how she reacted to his touches, how her breasts rose and fell.

Discovered

The man undressed with swift movements. His body was muscular, tanned, shoulders broad, abdominal muscles clearly defined. She lay back on the sheets, pulled him onto her. I heard her breathing, faster now, and the soft smacking of their mouths. He entered her, slowly, and she arched her back, moaned louder. I pressed my palm against my crotch, trying to dampen the arousal, but it was impossible. My heart hammered so loudly it roared in my ears. I saw him moving inside her, how her thighs wrapped around his hips, how her feet crossed over his back. Her moaning became more rhythmic, and I felt my own breath quicken.

Then it happened. She opened her eyes while he thrust into her, and her gaze wandered to the door. Directly into my eyes. For an endless heartbeat I froze, caught in her stare. She smiled, a half, knowing smile, and raised one hand, beckoning me in. The man kept thrusting, unperturbed, or unaware. I hesitated for a second. My mind screamed at me to run, but my body didn’t obey. I stepped inside.

The door swung softly shut behind me. The man turned his head, saw me, but didn’t pause. She said something, softly, and he nodded. “Come closer,” she whispered, and I obeyed, as if in a trance. My footsteps on the parquet floor creaked. I stopped at the foot of the bed, only a meter from their entwined bodies. She looked at me while he thrust into her, her breasts swaying in rhythm. I could smell the scent of her sweat, mixed with a floral perfume. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks flushed.

“You were watching,” she said, a statement, not a question. I nodded, unable to speak. She grinned. “Do you like it?” I swallowed, felt the heat in my face. “Yes,” I managed, my voice hoarse. She pulled the man deeper into her, moaned, and then she said to me: “Then help me.”

Invitation

The man slowed his pace, pulled back almost completely, only the tip still inside her. She turned her head to the side, looked at me, her eyes glazed with lust. “Undress,” she said. I obeyed, tore at my belt, unbuttoned my pants. My hands trembled, and I cursed softly. She laughed, a deep, throaty laugh. “Nervous?”

I stripped off my shirt, let pants and boxers fall. My cock stood stiff, the tip wet. She appraised me, let her gaze wander over my body, and nodded with satisfaction. “Come here. Lick me while he fucks me.”

I climbed onto the bed, knelt beside her head. She turned onto her back; the man positioned himself again between her legs. I leaned forward, felt her warm breath on my stomach, and lowered my head between her thighs. She smelled of salt and woman, an intoxicating scent. I ran my tongue over her wet lips, licked her until she trembled. Her taste exploded on my tongue—sweet, sharp, intense. I plunged into her, felt the warmth of her moist folds, the slight resistance of her labia. With the tip of my tongue I circled her clit, which swelled under my touch, and heard her breath catch.

She moaned as the man entered her again, and her pelvis lifted toward me. I dove deeper, circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, while her body tensed beneath me. She grabbed my hair, pressed me harder against her. “Yes, just like that…”