Voyeur Extraordinaire by Cora Reilly Read Free Book Online Page A

that smelled like lavender on my skin and the pain lessened. With a smile, she left the room to give me some privacy, so I could get dressed. But really what was the point? She’d seen it all. The muscles in my legs were quivering when I got dressed. The last time I’d felt like that, Amy had talked me into running a 5k with her. I wasn’t sure what was worse.
    I walked out of the room and Amy was already waiting for me, her perfectly waxed legs crossed and another foodie magazine in her hands. It wasn’t all that surprising that her waxing hadn’t taken as long as my treatment. Her Depiladora probably hadn’t wished for a lawnmower when Amy had pulled down her panties. Nora, the bush freak. Maybe I should get it on a t-shirt. Who knew, maybe the guys in the bar would stop patting my ass if I wore it, or maybe some would be turned on by it. She smiled sympathetically when she saw my face. I guess I didn't look too good. “Painful?” she asked. She put down her magazine and walked over to me.
    I nodded my head, still marveling at the feeling of my underwear without hair down there. It felt strange.
    “It will get better,” Amy assured me. “And new experiences make life interesting.”
    I shook my head. “I don't think I'll do it again.”
    “Of course, you will. Once you know how smooth your skin can feel, you won't want it any other way,” she said.
    ***
    Later that day, when I was alone in my bedroom, I realized that Amy was probably right. I guess waxing was like giving birth. During labor, women swore to themselves that this was their last child and as soon as the pain was forgotten and they saw the reward for their efforts, those words were null and void.
    I couldn't stop looking at myself and I almost felt like a pervert for staring at my private parts for so long, but I couldn't help it. I was completely bare and now that the redness had faded it looked fantastic. Hesitantly, I ran a finger over my vulva, amazed by the softness of the skin. Now I understood why Adrian liked it. It felt amazing. The only problem was that Adrian would probably never feel or see it.
    I groaned. The thought that all the pain was for nothing made me unreasonably angry.
    I took another look at my reflection in the mirror and frowned. Somehow my labia looked strange. Did all women look like this down there when they were waxed? I'd never paid close attention to other women’s nether parts in the changing room. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about how I looked down there. Did men really like the sight of it? Hard to imagine. I guess sex only in the dark for me.
    Bruno sat next to me, staring at me intently. He looked as if he approved of my new haircut. I covered my private parts with my hand and glared at him. His little pink tongue dropped out of his mouth and he started panting. I let out a frustrated sigh and got dressed hastily.
    I ignored Bruno and walked toward my bedroom window. After extinguishing the lights, I drew back the curtains and took my usual seat on the windowsill. I peered through my binoculars and found Adrian's window within seconds. It was illuminated, but I hadn't expected anything else.
    Another redhead was pressing her body against Adrian, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He was already shirtless and a soft sigh left my lips as I gazed at his perfect chest. I didn't approve of his changing sex partners but I tried not to think about it. Not that it was any of my business. The women probably knew what they were getting into and as long as I got to see him naked, I was satisfied.
    Adrian unzipped the dress of the redhead and it dropped to the ground, leaving her completely naked. She wasn't even wearing underwear! Where did Adrian get his women? I never went anywhere without underwear. That felt wrong. Almost perverted. But who was I to call someone a pervert? I was a waxed peeping Tom with strange looking labia. I certainly didn't have the right to judge anyone.
    I returned my attention to