Three Voyeurs (Book 2)

The young guys were almost upon us, when they suddenly seemed to spot me, their eyes going all over my body, as they leered at my exposed skin. Smiles beamed across their faces, then one of them yelled out,

“Love the outfit Ma’am, I’m Jose and this is Ralph.”

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Nervously I smile at both and say,

“Hi, I’m Nikki.”

They both look at each other then back at me. Jose nearly pushes Ralph aside, as he takes a step forward, nearly knocking him down.

“Such a nice day to be out today Nikki, you are alone?” Jose says, looking down for a moment first at the tiny skirt I had on and then – at my chest once again.

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Jose had all thoughts about seeing that little bra peeled off and getting a full look at those big big brown melons, thinking about those big brown tits, wanting to grab hold of them.

“Huh, no I’m here with my hubby.” I say, pointing out to where Erik was, a few feet away from us.

I shy away from Jose’s gaze.

Meanwhile, Ralph stepped to the side, so his view would not be covered, as he tried to sneak glances around and get a good look at my ass.

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About Notty Nikki

I love to live life to the fullest. Life is way too short to sit and sulk and worry about things that are sad and gloomy. I love to write Erotica, it lets me live in a world of my own. In this world, I can be who I want to be and I can life my own lifestyle. It is a great way to escape the realities of the world we live in. On the flip side, I always stop to look at the pretty blue sky, with its lovely cottony silver clouds floating by. I love watching the night sky, with the millions of stars twinkling on and off. One of the best parts of my daily routine, is watching the sun rise over the hills and set in the sea. This is oh so beautiful! And yes, some of the things I write, I actually do experience in reality. The fun thing is, nobody will ever know the truth of which is real and which is not, in my Erotica.

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