Melanie (Chapter 2), Voyeur Tips.

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Amanda, like her sister, was the benefactor of their grandmother's will. In Amanda's case this meant that she could afford to follow the career of her choice and had become a minor artist. In order to give herself the peace and quiet that she desired for her work, she purchased a run-down cottage that overlooked the preserved railway line. She used the inheritance to repair and improve the cottage, building a studio at the rear of the property.

When Melanie awoke it was still light, although the sun was now low in the sky. She was feeling hungry, so she made her way downstairs in search of her aunt. Having not had an answer to her call, she assumed that Amanda was in her studio.

Melanie walked down the passage towards the extension at the back of the cottage. The design of this part of the building was unusual. The architect had taken into account the way the ground dropped away on the side of the valley and built the studio below the level of the ground floor. At the end of the corridor, a door led onto a balcony that looked down onto the room. The floor was reached via an ornate spiral staircase.

As she approached the door, which was open, she could see the canvass that her aunt had been working on. It was not yet finished, but was clearly at a very advanced stage. The subject matter was a strikingly powerful looking man. The model was reclining nude upon a dark red chaise longue. As Melanie reached the opening, the sofa itself came into view. It wasn't the sight of the man that stopped her in her tracks, but the fact that Amanda was sitting astride him.

The artist was still wearing her plain, oversized dress. Melanie was now able to hear what she was saying.

"You have no idea how your body has had me turned on during these sittings. I've had to correct so many mistakes because I lost concentration. Right now I simply have got to have you. Please don't turn me down."

The man simply smiled in reply, but then raised his hands and took hold of her face. He leant up and kissed her tenderly on the lips, before reclining once again.

Amanda took this as consent to continue. She reached down under her dress. Her hand movements indicated that she was now rubbing her lover's dick. However, this only lasted for thirty seconds before she said, "Oh yes, you feel like you're ready now."

She lifted up, moved her hips forward slightly and then began to lower herself down again. She let out a long, low moan as she did so. She laid her hands on his muscular chest, closed her eyes and then started rocking gently backwards and forwards.

Gradually, Amanda's movements became faster. She stopped stroking his chest and crossed her arms, taking hold of the hem of her dress. In one swift movement she raised her arms above her head, tossing her hair free and throwing the garment aside.

Melanie gasped at the sight of her aunt's naked body. It was utterly beautiful! Her entire body sported a light tan. Her breasts were large but very firm. She seemed to fit a description that she had heard said once; 'curves in all the right places'.

From the dark shadows of the passage, Melanie could see but not be seen. As she watched her aunt fucking she hardly noticed her own hand slipping down under the waistband of her jeans.

Amanda's movements were even more pronounced now and Melanie could clearly see the man's hard penis as she moved upwards before plunging back down upon it.

Melanie's aunt's language began to match her behaviour, "Oh yes, oh fuck! Your dick is so big. It's filling me up."

Amanda began to lose all control, her head rolling, her eyes shut. She could barely maintain the rhythm she had started. She screamed, "Now. Fuck me. Come in me now. I want to feel you come. Do it!"

The man under her had begun to meet her downward movements with upward thrusts. He began to grunt in time with their movements. He had been clutching at Amanda's breasts, but now moved his hands down to grip her hips as he reached his climax. Suddenly he made hard thrusts, shuddering as his cock pulsed inside of her.

Amanda moaned loudly as she too came, spurred on by the sperm flooding her vagina.

Melanie saw no more, as she had begun to reach her own orgasm. One hand was covering her mouth, while the other continued to masturbate furiously. She had begun to sink to the floor with the pleasure that she was inflicting upon herself, but the bent position and tight material of her jeans was preventing her from continuing. She rolled onto her front allowing herself freer access, but almost failed to prevent her fingers from penetrating her vagina and taking her own virginity.

Her orgasm had been so powerful that she must have fainted. When she came to, she realised that she could hear voices again. She panicked. She couldn't be seen like this. Melanie stumbled back upstairs to her room, where she stayed for the next two hours, her hunger forgotten.