As the evening progressed normally, I tried my best to not look at Sarah as if anything was different. But it was. Trying to ensure I wasn't obvious, I studied her eyes as she chatted amiably with her mother, saw the perfect skin, gorgeous eyebrows and soft, pink lips. I was hooked.
As time passed, I realised I could never get that vision out of my mind. I started waiting outside to watch as she changed her clothes, usually without closing the blinds since her window faced a tall fence beyond the path. We moved to a new house when our lease was up, one with large, clear windows on the bathroom and I watched her shower. I conveniently forgot to buy a shower curtain and accidentally tore the one that Alex bought, paving the way for an unobstructed view through the window. I noticed when she had first experimented with shaving her pubic hair, and I saw her explore her body in the shower.
It had become an obsession and a dangerous one at that. My sex life with Alex started to deteriorate slightly but we passed it off as stress at work, something that would pass. I lived in fear that one day Alex would catch me spying on her daughter or, almost as bad, Sarah herself would see me.
One evening, nearly 12 months later, I was home alone with Sarah while Alex was away interstate, visiting her parents. Sarah was now 19 and as gorgeous as ever, but I had trained myself to be "normal" around her (I hoped). This day though, I was in agony. Sarah had been reading outside while I mowed the lawn, weeded the garden beds, and generally made myself tired and filthy. She was wearing a t-shirt and a short demin skirt that allowed me tantalising peeks of her underwear throughout the afternoon. It was torture.
I walked inside to take a shower, furiously trying to clear my mind of countless fantasies, all of which were focussed on my stepdaughter. I stepped under the hot spray and started to stroke my hard cock, thinking to relieve the pressure. I came almost immediately, my cum splashing against the glass wall of the shower as my knees shook. I don't think I'd ever orgasmed so fast in my life. In surprise, I kept stroking myself as my cock grew even more, the head a bright purple. My lust was obviously not satisfied so I kept going, but a second orgasm wasn't to be. Relenting, I eventually left the shower and dried myself, waiting for my persistent erection to subside.
I left the ensuite bathroom and realised the bedroom door had been left open. I had barely taken notice of the fact when suddenly I was acting without thought. I dropped my towel, laid back on the bed and took hold of my aching cock. I stroked myself slowly, precum leaking from the head and making the swollen head glisten wetly. Wet noises squished around my fist and I threw my head back, silent but aroused beyond belief. After almost 5 minutes, I heard Sarah's footsteps as she walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom, and partially opened my eyes to see her appear in the doorway.
"Jason, can I…" she cut off mid-sentence as I sat up in shock. It was real shock too. What was I doing?? Cum boiled up my shaft and sprayed across my chest in spurts. I fell back on the bed, holding myself tight as stream after dwindling stream patterned my chest and belly, my eyes snapping shut and stroking myself as the last of the earth-shattering orgasm washed over me.
"Oh my god! I'm.. so sorry!" Sarah sputtered, whirling around and disappearing back down the hallway.
I apologised later that night, mumbling my embarrassment and unable to meet her eyes. Sarah refused to accept my own apology, offering her own instead for walking in without knocking, her face red enough to burst.
Over the course of the next six months, it happened a few more times. I either walked out of the room naked, pretending to be unaware of her presence before scurrying back to my room, or masturbating openly with the door open, only to be caught in the act yet again.
We never really talked about it, only mumbled our apologies through the embarrassment, and continued on as normal. I felt that I was losing control of myself more and more as time passed and I was being 'caught' more often. I also started spying outside her window more regularly, often catching her changing and sometimes I was sure I saw her masturbating under the covers with her bedside lamp on. One time I
was
sure as she stroked her glistening folds openly with the covers thrown back. I watched her orgasm with her head thrown back as a gush of juices erupted from her sweet pussy and I shot my load against the bricks of the house outside her window at the same time.
I yearned to touch her, to taste her. I knew it could never be though. She was clearly unaware of my presence outside her window and always treated me with care and respect, as one would treat a parent or step-parent. She never gave me the slightest hint that she wanted anything sexual from me.
Fast forward another 6 months and Sarah had moved out to a place of her own. She had just turned 21 and my obsession hadn't lessened, although it was now much easier to cope with since she wasn't at home very often. I still spied on her when she visited to stay the night, and still I yearned for something more.
Again, Alex went away to visit her parents, taking our youngest daughter with her. I was home alone and, as regular as clockwork, Sarah came to visit and watch her favourite shows on the big LCD screen. This time however, I decided to follow her as she left to drive home. Why did I do this? Well, I had a hire car for a few days while our car was being repaired, so I figured she'd never notice me. And she didn't. I followed her home, waiting outside in the car and stroking myself while various fantasies played out in my head. Eventually I went home to bed, exhausted and disgusted with myself. But the next night I was waiting outside again.
The second night outside her house, I saw Sarah walk out the front door and head toward her car. She was dressed up for a night on the town, wearing a babydoll dress, high heels and her face absolute perfection with just a hint of makeup. I followed as she drove toward the city, enjoying the voyeuristic anticipation of seeing how she spent her evenings with her friends.
Just before reaching the city though, Sarah's car turned into a driveway that led to an underground carpark below a modern glass building. I pulled over to the curb, turned the headlights off, and waited. Sure enough, she emerged from the car park looking as stunning as ever, and pressed one of the buttons near the glass doors. There were a whole row of buttons and I saw clearly in the bright lights as she pressed the one at the very top. Interesting.
I waited a few minutes after she'd been buzzed through and disappeared through the glass doors and into a waiting elevator. Then I donned an old baseball cap and strolled casually across to the building and up the stairs. I glanced up and down the row of buttons, trying to appear confused, and then turned and went back to my car.
Back at home, I typed in "The Blue Room" into Google. This is what had been written beside the button that Sarah had pressed. Written in elegant, cursive script that just oozed class. A web site was displayed and I clicked it with interest. It opened, showing a photo of a beautiful young woman standing beside a small table on which stood a bottle of oil, a candle, and tiny bottles of essential oils. She was wearing a fitted white cotton shirt and white pants, and smiling at the camera. There was the street address at the bottom, the same as I had followed Sarah to, and a menu along the side of the page. I clicked on "Services" and started to read.
The Blue Room was a relaxation or massage centre. The web site was designed in such a way that it seemed to offer a service that was strictly massage but hinted at a little bit more. I sat back in open wonder. Could I be wrong? I opened another window and searched for all references to The Blue Room. Sure enough, a web site titled "Fun in Australia" offered reviews on The Blue Room for their RNT services. I soon found that RNT stood for 'rub n tug'. It seemed the place offered a relaxation massage service which included a 'happy ending' for the customer. By now I was rock hard and uncomfortable in my jeans, but I switched back to the company's own web site and started following the links.
The first link was Therapists, so I clicked it and there she was halfway down the page. Her flawless face, framed by near-black, shoulder length hair, smiled alluringly at the camera, the swell of her breasts and a tiny amount of cleavage showing above the white cotton shirt. Her name was shown below the photo as Natalie and the white text also outlined her tenure with the company. It seemed that Sarah had only started the job two months ago. Most of the other girls had been there less than 12 months but Sarah was the newest in this list.
I closed the site and spent a few minutes clearing the history and temporary files, but not before recording The Blue Room's phone number in my phone. I made a mental note to memorise the number and remove it from my phone as soon as possible, before Alex returned from interstate.
I knew what I was going to do, but I struggled with it for hours. Sarah would recognise me immediately and they would probably have security on site too. If she reacted badly, I could end up rather bruised which would be hard to explain to my wife. But what if Alex knew?! What if Sarah told her mother I'd come to her work for a massage and a little bit more?
I risked it. What the hell, I mean I was going crazy with lust every time she was around, and a little fantasy had started in my mind that she would welcome my attentions and admit to wanting me as much as I wanted her.
The next day, I shaved my beard off. I had worn a short, trimmed beard since my early twenties and I'd hinted before that I would get rid of it one day. I then went for a haircut, losing a good two inches all over and completely changing the style. Finally, I purchased a pair of spectacle frames from the optometrist with clear, plain lenses in them. They finished off the disguise quite nicely I thought.
Excitement coursed through my body all day in anticipation of what I was going to do. In the late afternoon, I decided to give myself another haircut. I grabbed the clippers and trimmed my pubes very short, leaving a very thin layer of hair around my groin. My cock stood proudly at attention now, appearing at least an inch longer after the haircut. I couldn't help myself so I jacked off quickly in the bathroom, cumming in less than a minute, and then I took a final shower.
