Open (voyeur erotica) by Chastity Lane
When 5 couples take a steamy yacht vacation through the Caribbean, libidos are sure to heat up...
A shopping excursion for Craig and Charity turns into a naughty dressing room circus with a gorgeous red-headed shopkeeper as the ringmaster!
WARNING: This SHORT STORY is suitable for 18+ only. It contains explicit sex, public sex, voyeurism and graphic language.
This is the fourth story in the Island Ecstasy Series.
“You gonna go try that on for me?” Craig asked, snaking his arm around Charity’s waist. He could barely contain his excitement to see her gorgeous body in the tight-fitting piece.
“Um, yeah,” she replied, pulling away. “But you’ll owe me for this.”
Craig smiled as she pulled the curtain closed. “Can I give you a hand with that?” he asked after a minute.
“I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” Charity continued to lace up the front of the corset and as she did, things started to heat up for the couple next door. She could hear them kissing, and her mind began to envision their tongues mingling and that woman in the sheer teddy she’d taken into the dressing room.
“God, you’re so hot,” she heard the man say to the woman in hushed tones.
“I’m wet, too,” the woman replied.
Charity thought she should feel embarrassed, but she found that she was aroused instead. She looked in the mirror and she hardly recognized herself. She had never felt so sexy in her life. Her hand reached up to her shoulder, and she caressed herself, feeling the smooth satin beneath her fingers.
Feeling liberated by her racy outfit and the erotic sounds coming from the dressing room beside them, she pulled back the curtain and struck a pose for Craig. Much to her surprise, the shopkeeper stood there with him. Charity should have drawn the curtain—she was half naked in front of a stranger, after all—but the way they both regarded her made her feel hot and tingly.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Craig said. He could barely contain the swelling in his pants. His lover looked good enough to eat.
“Oh, yeah,” the shopkeeper agreed. “You look good enough to eat.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Craig moved toward her, his eyes fixed on her breasts, which were pushed up until they almost spilled over the edge of the corset. He lowered his lips to the creamy flesh and kissed it.
The other curtain whisked open, exposing the couple on the other side of the wall. “You might want to lock the door, sweetheart,” the man said.
“I was on my way.” The sexy redhead disappeared to the front of the store and Charity could hear the lock latch on the door. The girl reappeared moments later and grabbed a chair out of the third dressing room.
“You don’t mind if I watch, do you?” she asked.