The Voyeur Girl and the Vibrator – by Rebecca Vaughn

Lesbian story: The Voyeur Girl and the Vibrator by Rebecca Vaughn. Two girls find a sexual interest in each other. It was 11:00 p.m., time for my nightly routine. I sat naked on the carpet next to the window in my bedroom. I fixed my head so that my eyes were barely above the window sill. The lights in my room were off, so it was easy to see outside into the darkness. I focused my sight on my neighbor’s window.

Lesbian story: The Voyeur Girl and the Vibrator

by Rebecca Vaughn

Genres: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Female solo, Female/Female, Latina, Lesbian, Voyeurism, Water Sports/Pissing, Written by women

From my bedroom in my two-story house, I could see into the window of Lucy’s first-floor bedroom. Translucent white curtains poorly guarded her window. The curtains were so thin that they were practically transparent whenever Lucy had on the lights in her bedroom. I doubt she was aware of how impractical and useless the curtains were. Through her window, visible from my room, was her computer chair. Whenever she sat in this chair, as long as it was dark outside, I could see her entire body from the left side, except her shins and feet.

Lucy had a strict routine. Most nights at 11:00 p.m., she sat in her chair and watched porn. This night was no different. Her room was dark until she turned on her desk lamp. Lucy was of Latin descent. Therefore, her skin was a light brown color, smooth and creamy. She wore a pink tank top that fit her tightly, revealing the shape of her breasts and her flat stomach. Also, she wore a pair of blue pajama bottoms. She held her black hair in a ponytail. Although we still lived with our parents, Lucy and I attended college together, and I had been spying on her for several years.

For the first fifteen minutes of her sitting, she played on her phone. Finally, she put on a large pair of noise-cancelling headphones and leaned forward to use the computer. I was unable to see clearly what the computer screen showed. Already, my body foreshadowed what I was about to witness when a tingly feeling in my pussy formed. After a few more minutes of her searching the internet, she leaned back. Now, I could see that she was certainly watching porn. The image wasn’t incredibly clear to me, but I had no doubt that the movements on the screen were two people fucking.

She stared at the screen for a moment, then moved her right hand over her crotch and began to squeeze it through the fabric of her pajamas. She didn’t seem to get nearly enough pleasure from the constricted rubbing. She slid her pajama bottoms down to her ankles. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She had a black bush above her pussy. She took her right hand and brushed it against her pussy, then lifted her hand to her nose to smell her horniness. Next, she took her hand and started moving her pussy in slow, circular motions.

As she massaged her pussy, she swapped between looking at the computer screen and looking at her crotch. I supposed she always left her light on so she could admire herself. I played with my nipples while I watched Lucy rub herself. I felt myself growing wetter, but I didn’t want to finger myself until Lucy orgasmed.

She proceeded to rub herself faster and faster. Every once in a while she stopped to skip some of the porn. Perhaps she felt that she couldn’t last the duration of the video. Eventually, she was rubbing herself so hard and fast that her breasts were bouncing in a synchronized motion with her fapping.

At last, her body signaled a climax. She slowly leaned backward so that her knees were close to the bottom of the desk. She breathed speedily, and her covered breasts rose and sank with each breath. She threw her head over the back of the chair and faced the ceiling. She hung her mouth open, and she closed her eyes. Her body jerked with every ripple of pleasure that shot through her body. Her knees powerfully buckled; they bounced between hitting the edges of the desk and hitting one another.

Finally, she stopped her hand, but her head remained thrown over the back of the chair. She discarded her headphones and sat in quietness. She relaxed for a moment, enjoying that wonderful after-orgasm feeling. Her cumming appeared to be the last of her to-do items for the day; she appeared relieved and ready for bed. Gradually, her breathing returned to normal. Again, she smelled the fingers that she had fingered herself with. Then she wiped them onto the stomach of her tank top. She leaned forward and exited her computer screen from the filth she had been watching, then pulled up her pants. She returned the headphones to her ears and probably fooled around on YouTube for a little while.

Even though I watched Lucy play with herself almost every night for years, the sight of her cumming never seemed to lessen in thrill. As usual, after watching her cum, I was dripping wet. I gathered myself and walked to my closet. I opened a small box in the back of the closet; inside was my pink vibrator, and it was my secret. I never told anyone about my purchasing it. It was a basic, nine-inch, pink vibrator. It didn’t have any special features. Its exterior was silicone, and it had four levels of vibration intensities. I always used the second lowest intensity.

I climbed onto my bed. I spread my legs. I took four fingers and spread my natural lubrication around the whole of my pussy. The ceiling fan made my wet skin feel cool. My pussy begged to be touched. I cleared my mind of rational thoughts. I focused on my lust for Lucy. Lucy had a magnificent body. She carried an athletic figure. Her face was without flaw, and her hair was smooth and silky. Her breasts always protruded through the fabric of her clothing, giving rise to two, perfectly rounded mounds. Although I had never seen Lucy naked up-close, I imagined what she looked like if she were standing next to me totally nude. Peeking through her curtains only yielded a generalized view of her body. My imagination had to fill in the blanks.

I sank the vibrator into my pussy. My wetness allowed the toy to slide with ease. Immediately, the unique sensation of sexual pleasure began to strengthen. I slid the dildo in and out of my dripping pussy, and with every motion of my hand, a ruffle of pleasure invaded my body. I took hold of my right breast with my empty hand.

I pictured Lucy resting her pussy under the water faucet in her bathtub. As I brought myself closer to an orgasm, I visualized Lucy experiencing the same pleasure. As the wall of pleasure grew in my nether regions, I quickened the movement of my hand. Now, every time I slid the dildo in my pussy, I heard a faint squishing sound.

Finally, I came. I covered my mouth so that my parents wouldn’t hear my moaning. The orgasm shook my legs and caused my body to convulse.

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The next day, a Saturday, Lucy and I decided to go shopping for clothes at Forever 21. Before we went shopping, however, we ate at a restaurant next-door. Lucy wore a simple, black t-shirt, and I wore a tank-top. We both had on similar skirts that reached to our mid-thighs. We both ordered a turkey lunch meal, with a pint of hard apple cider, 8%. We relished the privilege of purchasing alcohol since we were new drinkers. Being thin girls, it didn’t take much alcohol to get us tipsy. When we finished, I was in what I call the “magic stage” of drinking. We weren’t quite drunk and were still conscious enough to walk around and think, but we felt carefree, light, and unworried. Too much alcohol, in my opinion, ruins such bliss, and too little is useless.

Drinking usually made us giggly girls; this time was no different. We found humor in everything, regardless of how dull it was. After eating, we went into Forever 21, and rummaged through sexy outfits and clothes we liked. While walking toward the dressing room, I tripped over my shoe and nearly fell. Lucy laughed at me. Then I laughed at myself. The store employee who saw our shenanigans didn’t seem impressed by our behavior. We went into a dressing room together. This particular room was larger than most.

Without wasting any time, Lucy removed her shirt, then her skirt. I had seen her in her underwear before, but, truly, Lucy fascinated me in every aspect. In addition to her charming and delightful personality, her beauty capsized my mind. Even parts of her body that shouldn’t have been attractive excited me; sometimes, oddly, just looking at her arm turned me on.

Her face was flawless and clear. Her brown, chocolate eyes were intensified by the black makeup that surrounded them. Her teeth were as white as snow, and her lips were glossed with ruby-red lipstick. Her finger and toe nails were decorated with a paint that matched her lips. Her green bra supported her C-cup breasts, and her cleavage was tight enough that she could have held objects between them. Her tan skin was smooth and creamy. Her stomach was in good trim, and in her pierced navel, she had a small string of fake diamond. Her ass, perfectly rounded, swallowed the back of her panties. Her hairless legs were as smooth as the shell of an egg.

I, too, removed my shirt and skirt. We tried on the outfits we had chosen and set aside the material we wished to purchase. The entire time we talked and giggled. After five minutes, I stated that I needed to pee.

Lucy asked, “Do you want to hear a funny story?”

“What?” I said softly.

Lucy could hardly articulate the phrase without laughing. “One time, when I was little, I peed in a dressing room.” Her laughter halted her sentence. I chuckled too. She continued, “My mom was so mad at me.” She laughed even harder while still trying to use an inside voice.

I mocked her, “that’s so dumb!”

Then Lucy proposed something outrageous: “Let’s do it,” she said.

“What?” I questioned.

“Let’s pee in here,” she responded.

My eyes widened, and I threw my hands up. “Are you crazy,” I asked. Though, I still couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. Lucy nodded and bit her lip.

“We’re gonna get caught,” I reasoned.

“Na,” she insisted.

“Sit down,” she instructed.

I hesitated. “Come on,” she begged.