Thread: Just A Peek (AndNich123 and Pazzo)

Just a peek, she thought, as her bare feet softly touched the hardwood floors of the hall. Thats all I want. It wont hurt anything for me to just look around for a little while. I want to see what all the fuss is about. Why did Annie say her father doesnt allow anyone to ever enter his study? What does he keep in there? Cassie had been friends and next door neighbors with Annie ever since she was old enough to walk. The two had grown up more like sisters than friends. From as far back as she can remember, and even what she cant recall that was documented in photos, the two had been inseparable. Shortly after they moved in and Cassie was born, her father had walked out. Taylor did the best she could to raise her daughter, and when she needed help, Annies mother and father were glad to step in. Especially her father. Annie's father had gradually, and happily, taken up a solid male figure role in her life. Even as a young child, she looked up to him as if he was her father. In fact, she thought he was for a long time. He never seemed to mind, and as the child grew, he gladly slipped into the role of her father. Cassie would talk to him about anything. From school, to boys, to her mother at home. Their relstionship was a unique one, and it was always held near and dear to her heart. Relaxed enough to lounge by the pool or on the couch playing video games in her Pjs, she never felt out of place with him. Comfortable, warm, cared for, and loved. Her mothers job would often take her away, and on those such occasions, much like this weekend, she was always welcomed at Annies house. There werent many rules to follow when she was there. Stay out of the beer. Dont make too much when you stay up late. It was never a rule to not stay up late. Annies parents both knew better than to try and enforce that one. Nothing rated R on tv on the computers. Annies mother was a bit of a prude. Her father, on the other hand, was anything but. Stay out of the study. Cassie had done well to keep all of the rules this far, but tonight she was about to break the last one. Her hand gently turned the doorknob to the study, and she slipped quietly inside. Afraid to turn on the light she looked around as the storm raging outside lit up the room. The brillant flashes of lightening more than enough to allow glimpses of the photos on the shelves and his desk. She wasnt sure what type of work Annie's father did. So of course it was a personal invite to one day violate his privacy and enter this, his study. Nothing seemed overly interesting about the normal, average room. Leather chair behind the huge, mahgony desky. Shelves adorned with photos, books, and various things he had collected over the years. A signed baseball. A small, metal car. A fake plant. Newtons craddle. On his desk much of the same. A small lamp. A cup filled with pens and pencils. A folder that was closed. A huge calender lay flat beneath the folder. Envelopes and his mail. Some sort of magazine about golf. She was about to pick It up when she heard the soft, faint sound. Her head jerking up quickly towards the slightly ajar door. The light bleeding through did not reflect the shadows of anyone walking around in the hall. So she quickly made her way over to the door walking nearly on her tip toes. A quick scan out the door, and Cammie slinked her body through the small crack before closing the door behind her. A glimmer of light from another room just down the hall a bit lead the way to where the sound was coming from. Biting her lower lip, she knew going back to bed was certainly the better object, but she wanted to take just a peek. Once more moving swiftly down the hall, she stopped just at the door and peeked inside. Her mouth opened wide at the sight she saw. There he was with his wife making love, but there was something about it, about him, that wasnt quite right. He appeared almost animalistic. The way he grabbed her, handled her, his fingers digging deep into her flesh. The sounds coming from him, and even how he forced her breaths from her body with his powerful thrusts. He was aggressive, in charge, and he clearly was not making love to her. No. He was fucking her. Hard. Roughly. Cassie backed against the wall across from the door and slide down the wall still watching the two. It was wrong. So very wrong, but she couldnt take her eyes off them. Everything about the scene unfolding before her was so intense. She gasped softly hoping he didnt hear her. Unaware even of how she was moving her legs, Cassie reached down.Not completely innocent, and yet she was still a virgin. Cassie had given handjobs and sucked a few cocks around school, but she had never felt a man sinking into her body taking her. It was an urge she often felt but was too afraid to act on. His arms around her, his breath on her neck, warm mouth to her nipples, even his cock in her throat were all things she had experienced. That final step was simply one she hadnt taken. Her fingers grazed her throbbing clit as she watched enchanted by him. Why am I wet? Her own breathing erratic, her body squirming, she didnt stop touching herself. All I wanted was just a peek. I got so much more than I bargained for. Good. Another gasp, a bit louder this time, and she felt her own body climbing as her fingers explored her wet sex. She was watching and wishing like hell she was his wife. Her nipples erect, rubbing against the sheer fabric of her nightie as her chest heaved. This is so wrong. I must be so sick, but I cant help it. Fuck. Keep going. Fuck her. Yes, she whispered out. Yes.