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Co-Worker Voyeurism
Date: 9/5/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories
however, pay a little more attention to what she was wearing. The day went by fast and soon we were on separate flights back to Kansas City. I was glad to be home but, at the same time, had a longing to be back in Austin. After the extended weekend, I returned to Austin. Tammy had already been back for a day. We took turns showing the model unit. We sold a few but, mostly, we showed more than we sold. One day, a really sharp looking guy asked to see a model unit. Although it was my turn to show, I asked Tammy if she would mind helping out. “Sure,” Tammy replied. She seemed to be in an cheerful mood and escorted the gentleman out the door, chatting about the benefits of the condo project. About thirty minutes later, she returned to the office and settled back into her chair. She fanned herself and I noticed she seemed a bit flustered. I asked if she was okay and she indicated she was fine. That evening, as I set on the veranda looking across the court yard, I wondered if I would get another show. I watched the windows, hoping. I was in luck. Tammy stepped into her small unit and I watched as she walked into her bedroom. Again, she disrobed, silhouetted against the light of the bedroom. This time, instead of putting on her night attire, she wandered naked into her living room. She stood at the cut-through window to her kitchen, completely naked. I couldn't believe it. I had a perfect view of her, as the living room light was close to the window instead of back-lighting her. ... She sipped on a red wine while standing, talking on her cell phone, apparently oblivious to the show she was giving. Tammy had a lean and sexy figure. It didn’t take much to get me aroused and I soon found myself fantasizing. I picked up my phone and stared at her number. Throwing caution to the wind, I texted her. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Chillaxing,” she replied. “What are you doing?” “Sitting on the veranda,. Drinking a beer.” “A beer sounds good." “Come on over,” I texted back. I could see her looking at her phone. After a few seconds, she texted back. “I’m in the tub,” she wrote. I watched as she walked across the room. “I’ll keep the beer on ice,” I replied. Tammy walked closer to the huge bay window of her condo that overlooked the courtyard. I watched as she typed a text message. It said, “Give me about ten and bring the beer to my place.” “OK,” I texted back. I watched Tammy go back to her bedroom. She slipped on a robe and tied it at the waist before brushing her hair. She then returned to her living room and continued to look at her phone. She was texting. I took a six pack from the refrigerator and walked down the stairs, across the dimly lighted courtyard separating our buildings and up another flight of stairs to the third floor. I knocked on Tammy’s door and she smiled a welcome into her small, sparsely-decorated condo. “I was bored,” I apologetically remarked. “I was too,” Tammy said, settling down on the couch as I took a seat across from her. It was a ...