Confessions Of A Voyeur Ch 10

It is recommended to read the earlier chapters for context, but it is not required. I recap required elements for understanding.

There are some morally dubious elements in this story. It is meant to be a pure fantasy and not an endorsement of such behavior in real life. This is meant to be sexy, not instructive. All characters are eighteen or older.

Comments are greatly appreciated and give me encouragement to continue the story.

In the previous installment of my confessions, I was invited to visit my old neighbor, Ana Flores, in Los Angeles. Ana Flores was establishing a career as a sapphic erotic artist and was launching a show at a gallery in Silverlake, and she had invited me to attend and stay at her house. In case you don't remember, I had once modeled for Ana when she was my neighbor, as a shy lesbian virgin. While I had seen the initial versions she had made, I had yet to see the final versions she was debuting at the art gallery.

I had also been allowed to invite a guest, and I had invited Susan. Susan was the woman who took my virginity, when I had spent a summer in her Colorado town, and we had continued to sext each other and share videos over the past year or so. Her work as a teacher at a Catholic school forced her to stay in the closet, and made dating and sex very difficult. While it had been a little bit challenging to coax her into joining me in Los Angeles, I think she was very excited for the chance to live freely.

And hopefully, to fuck me again. And we were going to be here for two weeks, so we'd have a lot of chances to fuck each other.

Our flights landed around the same time at LAX, but mine landed a little earlier so I killed some time looking at the shops in the airport. It was my first time in Los Angeles, and actually my first time in California, and so I bought two absolutely kitschy I Love LA t-shirts. One for me, and one for Susan.

Afterwards, as I was sipping on an iced coffee, I got a text from Susan.

Just got here. Meet at baggage claim?

I texted her back, affirming our meeting spot and then texted Ana, who was picking us up. I went down to baggage claim, looking around for Susan, my heart racing. I hadn't seen too many recent pictures of her, but I recognized her immediately. Dark, curly hair hung loose to her shoulders, where freckled, tanned skin met the straps of a blue tank top. Her jeans clung to her shapely, sizeable hips, and when she turned around and waved at me, my heart skipped a beat, sending a tremble down my chest and back, down to my cunt.

"Kate!" she said, shrieking as she dashed over with her large suitcase in tow. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "It's so awesome to see you. I was getting so bored this summer, and I haven't been to LA in ages, so this was the perfect trip right before school starts again."

"It's great to see you as well," I said, my cheeks flushing as her lips made contact with my skin. I wanted to grab her by the hips and kiss her hungrily, but I resisted the temptation. Making out with Susan in front of a room of strangers felt tacky, and also, I didn't think I would be able to resist kissing other parts of her body if I kissed her on the mouth. She'd put on a bit of weight since I last saw her, but the plumpness fit her body well, accentuating her already comely hips. "You're looking good," I said lamely, my perverse thoughts pulsing in my brain.

She snorted. "Oh, I'm getting a little chunky, but it's sweet of you to say that. You look cute, though, I love the white tank top and blue jeans look on you. Very California, as you'll see soon. It's your first time, right?"

"Yeah!" I said, excitedly. "I even got us these." I pulled a t-shirt out of my shopping bag and handed it to her. "I Love LA. I'm definitely making you wear this with me at some point."

Susan laughed. "Oh god, that's so touristy and lame. I love it."

My phone buzzed. I glanced at the message. "Ana's here to pick us up. Let's go."

We made our way outside into the warm, hazy day. It was late July, and while it definitely felt like summer, I was amazed by how much more pleasant and temperate it was compared to my hometown. Back home, summers were hot and gross and sticky, and here the air was hot but breezy and ocean-kissed. I loved it.

Ana had driven up in a shiny new SUV. California looked like it suited her. The older Latina had always been beautiful, but her brown skin had a new glow to it, and her tight yoga pants, t-shirt and baseball cap look popped in the California sun. She was as buxom as ever, her cleavage visible from her lowcut blouse, and her magnificent hips and legs showcased by the yoga pants. I felt very much inadequate around these two gorgeous, well-endowed women, but the fact that I had seen them naked on many occasions made it better.

Even if Ana had no idea I had seen her nude.

"Kate, mija, so good to see you!" she said, giving me a hug. She turned to Susan and helped the woman load her suitcase into the back of the trunk. "And this must be Susan," she said, extending her hand to the woman. "I've heard a lot about you."

Susan blushed as she shook Ana's hand. "Only good things, I hope."

"Of course," Ana said, winking. "Come on, let's go. I hate this shit airport."

It took us a solid half an hour to get out of the congested area around LAX, which was about par for what I'd heard about Los Angeles. Then we took another forty minutes to get across town to Silverlake, where Ana lived.

"I usually prefer to fly out of Burbank," Ana commented as we rode. "Much easier from the East Side. But not so many options, so I understand LAX."

"Thank you so much for picking us up," Susan said appreciatively. I was sitting up front and she was in the backseat, which annoyed me, because I wanted to start fooling around with her already. "I mean, Kate flew from much further away than me, but it really makes things easier. And also, thanks for letting us stay at your place."

"Oh, that's no problem at all. I like to have guests come visit." Ana frowned as she turned off the freeway. "And I couldn't say no to the girl who made our little Kate into a woman."

"Ana!" I said, my cheeks burning. I knew Susan was probably blushing just as hard as me. "I'm not going to tell you things if you're just going to embarrass me with them."

Ana laughed, clearly enjoying both of our discomfort. "Come now, I've known you all your life Kate. I'm just happy that you're exploring. That's very important for youths. By the way, do you mind if we stop at the studio? They have some details to finalize for the show in two weeks and wanted to talk in person. Some of the art is already installed, so you can get a little sneak preview."

"Oh, not at all. I've seen some of your art." Susan said eagerly. Eager both to change the subject, and to see the art, I presumed. "Kate showed me your website. You're really talented."

"Thank you, Susan. Everything at the gallery has never been publicly released, so you'll see some brand new art." Ana grinned. "And perhaps some old pieces I've kept under wraps." She gave me a knowing look.

My stomach twisted nervously. Did that mean the paintings of me would be there? They had never been released to the public, as far as I knew. Was I ready for the world to see me so lewdly displayed?

I guess I would have to go there and find out when I saw it.

We pulled up to the gallery, which like many of the artsy places in Los Angeles, was tucked into an unassuming strip mall. As we entered, however, my breath was taken away. The high ceilinged walls were coated with a luminescent material that approximated marble, and the lighting was nothing short of magical. As someone with an interest in photo and light engineering, I was really impressed with the setup.

And then, of course, there was the art. I'd seen a lot of Ana's paintings, including her earliest works that depicted her lovers. One of whom, Lisa Xu, I'd watched her fuck. And not too long ago, I'd had the pleasure of fucking Lisa myself. Part of me was disappointed Lisa's painting wasn't here, because she really was a beautiful and arousing woman, but I had seen it before.

The new ones were interesting. They featured women in almost every position of sexual congress or self-pleasure imaginable. And only half the gallery was full, as Ana explained, while more of her paintings were shipped in and curated for the correct placement. Susan, though her cheeks were flushed, quietly walked off and began to observe the paintings.

"Are these all your lovers?" I asked Ana.

"No, not all of them. Some are just models or couples I know." She paused and tilted her head towards one of the back corners of the studio. "I think you should show Susan the piece back there. I need to go talk to the gallery manager."

I walked up to Susan, my heart racing, and nudged her gently. My hand, in a way I thought was subtle but probably wasn't, slid down the small of her back to rest on her ass. She giggled and turned towards me, giving me a soft kiss. Our tongues met, for the first time in a year or more, and I moaned quietly. I wanted her so bad. I wanted to fuck her right here, right now, all over the room.

The painting in front of her, depicting two women in a sixty-nine, with blurs and artistic touches that obscured their faces, did not help my arousal.

"She's really talented," Susan said. "These are

so

hot."

I examined the painting in more detail. "This one's her," I said, pointing at the woman on the left.

"How do you know?"

"Those are her nipples."

Susan gasped. "You've seen her... have you... you know?"

I bit my lip. Susan didn't know about my perversions and voyeurism. She didn't know, after all, that I had spied on her before I seduced her. But I thought I could get away with just a bit of the truth.

"Okay, this is like, kinda pervy," I said, choosing my words carefully, "but sometimes I'd see her changing from my bedroom window."

Susan muffled a giggle into her hand, as I gave her ass a less than delicate squeeze with my own hand. "Oh, that's so bad, Kate. Does she know?"

"Maybe? Maybe not. I mean, I was a horny teenager. That's normal, right?"

Susan gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "I'll excuse it. Anything else you want to look at?"

"Yeah," I said, grabbing her hand and leading her to the back corner. A painting hung there, one I'd seen before. It was a triptych of me, in three stages, titled

Virgin in Repose

. At the edge of orgasm, within its throes, and lying in the afterglow. I was spread out on a bed, my hand between my legs, breasts and nipples exposed and aroused. But it wasn't exactly as it had been then. The colors were more vivid, more wild and abstract. And my face was distorted, my eyes a different color, my nose a different shape, to protect my identity. But my nipples, my cunt and my asshole were rendered in astonishing detail, my fingers pulsing deep within the depths of my labial folds. Anyone who had ever seen me nude, made love to me, would know that to me.

And Susan did. Her jaw dropped. "That's... that's you. I mean, your face is a little different. But..." She pointed at my breasts, then dragged her finger down to my pussy. "Those are your tits. That's your... that's your pussy." She looked at me, a sudden hunger in her blue eyes. "That's

my

pussy," she hissed, her tongue scraping over her lips.

I smiled, the heat of her gaze suffusing my face once more with warmth. "Yeah... that's me. I modeled for her. When I was a virgin, before I met you."

"That's even your... you know, your o-face. Like she got it right, even though she changed your face a bit." Susan shook her head. "She's incredible."

"I could paint you, too."

We turned around. Ana had sort of snuck up on us, and I got the feeling she'd been listening in for a while.

Susan stammered. "Oh... oh, I don't know. That's lovely that you would think me suitable. But I'm not really in amazing shape, and I've never done anything like that, for anyone."

Ana smiled warmly. "I have women of all shapes in my paintings, as you can see. Beauty comes in many forms, as does eroticism. I think the woman who took Kate's virginity would make a fascinating subject. And I would work to capture your beauty in the form that is unique to you, as I did with Kate." She gave me an encouraging look.

My lips twitched. A painting of Susan would be hot. "I think it's a great idea, Susan. Maybe you could even be in the gallery next to me."

"I do need to paint a few more pieces before opening day. That was what we were discussing. Some of the pieces I was getting on loan from their owners aren't available or won't fit the theme." She laid a hand on Susan's shoulder. "You'd be doing me a big favor. And you'd get a cut of the sale if someone buys it."

Susan's cheeks were bright pink. "It's so flattering, Ana, but really... I'm not sure."

Ana shrugged. "That's fine. Take a couple days to think about it. We should head back, anyway."

We headed to Ana's house. She had a decently sized house in the hills of eastern Los Angeles, with a view of downtown. Her garage had been extended through an extra bedroom to house her studio, but she had set aside her accessory dwelling unit as a guest house. That was where she ushered us into, helping us set our bags.

"It's a little small, but you're welcome inside the main house at all times. It does have a bathroom and laundry for you, though, so you should be pretty comfortable." Ana clapped her hands together. "I'm going to start on dinner. If you girls want to freshen up and meet me in the main house around seven, that will be good."

"Perfect," I said, waving as she left us in the ADU. Susan was still a little pink cheeked, but she nodded meekly as Ana left.

The moment the door closed, I turned to Susan. "Get naked, now." I had never really been the commanding type with her before, but I felt my sexual adventures over the past year had made me bolder. And I was also very, very horny. Freshening up could wait.

Susan didn't bother speaking. She stripped with the speed of someone who was just as horny as me. "I'm a little chunky, like I said..."

"You look so fucking good." I stared at her, amazed at her beauty. The freckles that trailed her tanned skin from head to toe, those small, perky breasts with dark areolae and nipples, her plump belly, her lightly trimmed, dark bush, her compact, pink pussy, her thick thighs... all of her, all of it, was perfection.

She giggled, then pointed at me. "Now you."

I stripped, baring my plain body to her goddess's bounty. Then I dropped to my knees.

She raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to play your favorite game?"

"No time," I said. I placed my hands on her thighs, spread her apart. "I want my favorite dish before dinner." She smelled magnificent, exactly how I remembered. She was already wet and ready for my tongue.

"Don't spoil your...

ungh

appetite," she moaned.

But I wasn't listening. I was where I belonged, my head between Susan's legs. And it felt good.

#

My appetite was not at all ruined, despite both of us coming before dinner. She in the bedroom under the diligence of my tongue, and me in the shower at the service of her fingers. We were in high spirits and ravenous by the time dinner was served, and it did not disappoint. Ana was an excellent cook, providing a classic Mexican meal of enchiladas with mole sauce, and a steaming bowl of brown rice. After our quickie in the ADU, I was ravenous and ate like a pig, while Susan was the polite one who made conversation with our gracious host.

"So, Susan, Kate told me you are a teacher. Do you like your work?"

"Oh, yes, I do like teaching," Susan said, smiling brightly. "I work as a librarian in the summers - actually, that's how Kate and I met. Teaching is so rewarding. I work with middle schoolers at a Catholic school, and that's probably the only thing I don't like about it."

Ana nodded sympathetically. "I grew up in the Church. They are not sympathetic to those of us who enjoy the charms of the same sex." She waggled her left hand fingers at Susan. "In fact, their teachings and my Mexican culture were the main reasons why I ended up married to a man for almost thirty years. He wasn't a bad man but..." She shrugged. "The chemistry in the bedroom wasn't there. And we both found comfort, outside our marriage. When the kids moved out, we got divorced, and I think we're both living our best lives now."

I shoved rice into my mouth as I listened. I already knew all of this, of course, but I could see the softness in Susan's eyes. Her heart was so generous and giving, as giving as her gentle and attentive tongue and fingers. I could tell Ana was winning her over. And that was exactly what she wanted.

Ana always got what she wanted.

"Sometimes I want to quit. But I love my job and my kids." Susan shook her head. "But I know I can't live like this forever. It's been nice to have Kate... even though she's scandalously younger than me," Susan said, giggling. "But being able to share intimacy with her, over a distance, it helps keep me from going mad."

Ana served us some wine. "You're twenty-one, Kate?"

"Yes, ma'am." I grinned. "Just turned twenty-one a few months back."

"Then you can drink with me, at last." She topped up our glasses and raised them in a toast. "To old friends... and new."

"Cheers," Susan and I said, and we clinked our glasses.

Ana went to the fridge to get dessert. "Did you girls enjoy the food?"

"It was excellent," Susan said. "You're such a great cook. I wish I could cook half as well as you."

I wiped my mouth and took a sip of wine. "Oh, yeah, my parents miss the cookouts and dinners with you since you left. The neighborhood's not the same anymore."

"You're too kind, Kate." She laid out three plates out for us, each topped with a slice of tres leches cake. "Tres leches cake. You've had it before, Susan?"

"Yes. But I'm sure yours will be sublime." We dug in, and I watched as Susan's talented, nimble tongue licked every last bit of cream off her spoon. I shifted my legs underneath the table and turned to Ana. Her tongue seemed stronger, more powerful, and she took solid, hefty bites. Her dark blouse shifted, revealing the lines on her cleavage, and images of her from my days of spying came back to me in a flash.

I was wet again, before I knew it. But Susan seemed to have no interest in retiring to the ADU. We ended up on the couch in Ana's living room, which was decorated in earth tones. Ana put some light, jazzy music on, and we opened up another bottle of wine. There were paintings on the wall, most of which were rustic landscapes, but there was one erotic painting. The woman was depicted supine, with her legs spread, a hand lying coyly to just barely conceal the genitalia, though her breasts were bared in full.

"Who is the model for that one, Ana?" Susan said, her eyes looking it over carefully.

"I think it's a self portrait," I blurted out, without thinking.

I felt both their eyes on me. My cheeks burned. "What makes you say that, Kate?" Ana said. She took a long sip from her wine glass.

"I... uh..." I stammered. I couldn't tell Ana that I had rigged up her house to spy on her from my treehouse. I couldn't tell her that my first orgasm had come as I had watched her strip nude, my hand shoved down in my pajamas, rubbing away furiously at my clit. "I... just a feeling."

Susan giggled. Her freckled face was a bit flushed from the wine. "Oh, just tell her the truth, Kate."

"What truth?" Ana leaned back on the sofa, her legs folded before like a cat, imperious and aloof. "Come now, mija, no secrets."

My cheeks were on fire. Susan was laughing at me. "I may have seen you a few times from my window. Just changing or whatever. I'm sorry for peeping, Ana."