Voyeur Chapter 3

She was just about ready when door phone buzzed, it was her handsome date. She grabbed her bag and coat and headed down to him.  He stood there waiting to escort her to the limousine he had, It was a gleaming silver one.  He bent forward and gentlemanly opened the door, letting her slide in, before climbing in himself.1

Michelle knew that Phillip was flying out in a few days and she decide to enjoy his company until then and hopefully this night would turn out to be a good one.  The luxury of the Limousine was amazing, with the wonderfully soft black leather seating she just seemed to sink into it. She was impressed by the way Phillip asked her what she wanted to drink, all the other dates she had meet on her flights had just taken what she was drinking for granted, they seemed to think that just because she was an Air Hostess she was easy. Phillip handed her, her drink of chilled white wine in a crystal long stemed glass, before getting himself a straight scotch.  He truly seemed interested in her plans for the future, and he told her all about his work and family etc.  She certainly felt this was going to be a wonderful night.2

Looking out he saw her leaving her block and heading towards the limousine, her blond hair shining in the moonlight, her body encased in a figure hugging red dress, showing every contour of her shape, her breasts pushed forward, just peeking over the low neck line, her legs in what appeared to be black stockings and her feet in high heels, which when she walked made her look like she was a swan gliding on a lake.  He felt the emotions in him, both desire and hate for the man with the limousine who was with her. 3

Having seen her go, he left his vantage point on the balcony and having placed his binoculars back in the box, he left his flat and made his way over to hers.  It was so easy to get in as the security door had been wedged open by some of the children there. He made his way up to the floor he thought her flat was on, the fourth if his calculations were right. Slowly he counted the doors along the corridor until he came to what he hoped was hers. 4

Joe stood there uneasy at the thought that had come into his head, could he take that chance that it was hers and that she wouldn't be returning yet. He knew it was wrong but the passion he felt for her couldn't be denied. Slipping his credit card down the lock he heard the click as it unlocked.  Pushing the front door slowly so as to make sure no one was in he entered creeping down towards her front room.  Having discovered it was indeed empty he started to look around, aiming for her bedroom. Turning the handle of the door he entered it, looking across at her dressing table he knew he was in the right flat as her faced stared back at him from the photo frame he saw there.5

The wine was beginning to make Michelle relax, she knew she had made the right decision about Phillip, he wasn't as obnoxious as she thought, he was in fact treating her like a lady with care and respect and she was glad she had chosen the sensual underwear as she was becoming more and more aroused by his behaviour towards her.  Phillip had booked the best seats for them at the show, in fact it was a box over looking the stage. After watching it they headed of to wards the restaurant to meet with his friends and to celebrate the signing of a new contract.6

He moved slowly over to her bed, touching and caressing the cream satin cover, he could feel the luxury of it under his hand, like the way her skin might feel to his touch, he stroked it imaging being there with her inside it. The smell of her room, musky, but in some ways sweet overpowering his senses. He walked to her drawers, opening them one by one he found the one he was looking for, her underwear lying there so neatly arranged into different colours and textures, some virginal, whilst others were so hot and sexy to his touch. The tiny pieces of material that were suppose to cover her pussy, he picked them up one by one holding them up to his face, feeling them against it, he could smell her scent on them. He knew he had to get out before she returned, but he was finding it so hard to leave. He picked out a pair of white lacy knickers and put them in his pocket, and surely she wouldn't miss them and he could feel closer to her.7

Joe having put everything back the way he found it he sneaked back out of her flat. Getting to the main entrance just in time as the limousine pulled in front. He could see them kissing and caressing each other in the back and the sickening hot rage that he felt was unbelievable.8

Michelle having earlier in the night deciding to change her decision concerning Phillip asked him in for a nightcap and the way she was feeling it wasn't going to be coffee. She was just slightly tipsy, well enough that her inhibition's were disappearing along with her brain in so much that she was feeling extremely aroused, her pants damp with her juices. His voice and the way he had been stroking her arm all evening, the way his lips felt when he was kissing her.  Having dismissed the limousine for the meanwhile Phillip followed her up to her flat, taking the key from her he opened the front door and letting her go in front he could smell her body, the passion and desire.9

Joe having left Michelle's flat made his way to the bar on the corner and ordered a stiff drink and did he need one, he couldn't believe he had gone to her place, touched her things and even stolen a pair of her pants.  What was happening with him, had he totally lost his mind, I guess the answer to that was yes.10

Phillip having entered Michelle's front room went over to the drinks cabinet and made them both a drink, whilst Michelle having tossed off both her coat and shoes, sat down on her white sofa with her feet tucked up under her, she took the drink from him. He removed his jacket and placed it neatly on the chair, going over to the lights he dimmed them down low enough to a more inviting glow, he then went over to the window and opened up the curtains and the doors to her balcony letting the moonlight stream in before settling down next to her.11

It was kicking out time at the bar and Joe had,had quite a few drinks, knocking them back like no tomorrow as his thoughts of her buzzed wildly in his head, where had she gone with the limousine man, was she laughing with him, enjoying his company, was he going to go into hers or was she going to go back to his.  He had to stop this, all those thoughts, it was sending him mad. He stumbled one step forward and two steps back, banging into walls and parked cars this was going to be a long walk home, but he knew he would get there eventually. After falling over quite a lot he finally reached the lift door to his block, pushing the button to his floor he slumped down to the floor of it. Holding on to his railings he made it to his front door, opening it he progressed to the balcony and his secret spot for watching.12