Chapter 1: Discovery

Ten years ago I came to the realization that I was a voyeur. The Internet unlocked my true nature. I have always enjoyed looking at women, whether it's on the beach, at the mall, an outdoor café in New York City, or even in the office. A great ass in a pair of tight pants or skirt is a joy to behold. My favorite websites are those where people send in photos of their wives or girlfriends. The fact that these women want to be seen is an added turn-on for me. Don't get me wrong, I love those models who posed naked, their exquisite bodies captured perfectly by the photographer, but there is something infinitely more pleasurable to me about the waitress, mother, secretary or professional woman who has the self-confidence and security in her own sexuality to say, "I may not be perfect, but I'm hot!" When I look at the models, I know that there's no chance that it would be someone I know. When I peruse the "Send Them In" sights, I always fantasize that I'll discover a neighbor, the daughter of friend, or even a co-worker.

Last week I was scanning the titles of the daily submissions to my favorite voyeur site when "Gina's hairy pussy," caught my eye. There's a dark-haired Italian beauty named Angela in the accounting office of my employer. I had fantasized frequently about seeing her naked. What was her pussy like? Did she have an untamed Old World bush, modern trim, or new millennium bald? I said a little prayer and clicked on the title. That day the gods favored me, as there was Angela, sitting naked in front of her living room fireplace. Her legs were spread; her dark pink pussy lips open for inspection. Her left shoulder was thrust forward, her arm between her magnificent thighs. The mass of black curling pubic hair couldn't hide the swollen clitoris. Her nearly waist –length hair came over her right shoulder, hiding one breast. It made the left breast, with its half dollar sized dark areola and erect nipple look even more naked. More than her pussy, the thing that made my dick jump was the look in her eyes. Her chin was tilted down and her smoldering brown eyes were looking up, directly into the camera. The look said, "I need your dick, now!"

Instantly my heart rate jumped and I had trouble breathing. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. Was this really her? It was her! In the corner of the picture was her other pussy, her cat. She and her husband had invited me to a barbeque last summer, and I remembered the cat and the stonework around the fireplace. It was Angela, and untamed Old World was her style. I moved to the next picture. She was lying on the sofa in a red satin camisole without any panties. Her arms were over her head and her legs were spread as wide as possible. There was a huge infectious smile on her face as her husband spread her pubic hair away from her glistening pussy. I unzipped my pants and unleashed my throbbing prick. Three quick strokes and my prick ejected rope after rope of hot cum all over my keyboard.

It took me twenty minutes to clean the keyboard enough to use it again. Tough I had just cum, my dick began to tingle as I moved through the rest of Angela's pictures. There were ten pictures in all, including a worm's eye view upskirt that made my cock start to throb again. Then I arrived at the final picture; the lust of my life was on her knees leaning forward, her luscious ass in the air. Her husband (who's an obnoxious jerk) had his average sized dick halfway in her hairy snatch. What brought me to another mind-blowing orgasm was her asshole. Even though surrounded by damp, matted hair, it was obvious that it had been penetrated numerous times by a stiff cock. The thought of my dick in that hole was more than I could take. I had to replace the keyboard after the second load.

I've been too nervous to say anything to Angela. Every time I see her at the office, her large, moist cunt lips flash into my mind, followed by her ass in the air, the wrinkled opening just begging me to lick it and shove my prick in as far as it will go. But here's the funny thing – knowing her you would never believe that she would let those kinds of pictures be posted on the Internet. No one in the office ever told an off-color story or joke in her presence. Even though she sometimes wore low cut, or tight tops, there was an overriding prudishness in her attitude. I'm convinced that her dick-head husband put them there without her knowledge. She has a right to know, and I'm going to have to find the courage to tell her.

There was a knock on my office door followed by, "Kevin, do you have a few minutes to go over these sales reports?" There stood Angela, her hair in a single waist-length braid, smiling for all she was worth.

She stood next to me behind my desk, pointing out results that she thought would interest me. Her fresh scrubbed scent made my cock swell. Two minutes later we were done and she went to leave.

"Angela, I need to talk to you."

"About what?"

"I don't really want to talk about it in the office." There was a quizzical look on her face. "I saw where you parked this morning. I'll drive by after work and you could follow me to the Mall. We can talk in my car."

She seemed skeptical.

"Trust me," I said. "You'll understand when we're finished."

"Ok, I'll meet you in the parking lot at 5:30."

She turned and walked out of my office, the bottom of her skirt flaring as her ass wiggled down the hall. Now all I needed to do is to control myself until 5:30.

"What's so important that we can't talk about it in the office?" She questioned me as she slid into the passenger seat of my car, her skirt riding up her thighs to a medium level of modesty.

"I uh ... I don't know if I should say anything, but I was on the Internet the other night and I came across some pictures of you naked," I blurted out.

She was stunned for a second, almost as if I had told her that her mother had died. Her eyes got wide.

"You made a mistake," she said defensively. "That's not possible." Her denials were overridden by the panic on her face.

I handed her an envelope. "Look inside," I whispered.