Peeping Faro

sauceofsexFeb 9, 2025

Faro had always been the curious type, but this time, his curiosity had gotten the best of him. He had made a peephole in the guest bathroom mirror of Ronda’s apartment, where Aunty Rita would often use the toilet and shower. He had fantasized about watching her while she bathes and uses the toilet, her curves, her scent, and her fiery aroma. And now, he had the chance to see and smell her in her most intimate moments.

One evening, as Rita stepped into the bathroom, Faro watched as she undressed, revealing her supple body, her perky breasts, and her perfectly rounded ass. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her sit on the toilet, her pussy exposed and glistening. He imagined himself walking up to her, bending her over, and sliding his throbbing dick into her from behind. He could almost feel the warmth of her body against his as he fucked her, her moans echoing off the bathroom tiles.

But Faro knew he couldn’t just walk in and take her. He had to wait for the right moment, the perfect opportunity to make his move. So, he continued to watch her, night after night, his fantasies growing more intense with each passing day, rock hard every time.

In the guest bathroom of Ronda’s quaint apartment, a peculiar game of cat and mouse unfolded between Aunt Rita and Faro. Faro, a mischievous soul, had carved a peephole in the bathroom mirror, granting him a sneak peek into Aunt Rita’s most intimate moments. He reveled in the sight of her, the way the steam from her showers fogged his little window into her world, the way she moved with such grace and confidence.

One fateful day, Faro’s luck ran out. As he pressed his eye to the mirror, Rita caught his reflection. A wicked smile spread across her face as she turned to face him, fully naked and glistening from her shower. “Faro,” she purred, “I’ve known about your little peephole for some time now.”

Faro’s heart pounded in his chest as he stumbled back, caught red-handed. Rita, however, seemed far from angry. She sauntered towards him, her curves on full display. “I’ve always wondered why you never joined me,” she teased, her voice dripping with seduction.

Faro swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Rita. She was a vision, her skin still wet from the shower, her nipples hard and inviting. “I-I didn’t think you’d want me to,” he stammered, his eyes darting from her face to her body and back again.

Rita laughed, a soft, sultry sound that sent shivers down Faro’s spine. “Oh, Faro,” she said, reaching out to trace a finger down his cheek, “I’ve wanted you to for a very long time.”

With that, she took his hand and led him into the bathroom. The steam from her shower still lingered in the air, creating a foggy, intimate atmosphere. Rita turned to face him, her back against the cool tiles, and spread her legs. “Watch me,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire.

Faro’s eyes widened as Rita began to touch herself, her fingers slipping between her folds with ease. She moaned softly, her head thrown back in pleasure. Faro’s dick twitched in his pants, aching to be inside her.

Rita noticed his discomfort and smiled. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered, her voice barely a whisper. Faro obeyed, his hands trembling as he undressed. His cock sprang free, hard and ready for her.

Rita took his hard cock in her hand, her touch sending electric shocks through his body. She kneeled down and guided his cock tip towards her mouth, his tip brushing against her lips. “Fuck my soapy hand Faro,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his.

Faro didn’t need to be told twice. He started thrusting into her slippery hands which were now gripping his cock harder. Rita cried out in pleasure “faster, faster!” as her hands tightened around Faro’s cock even more as he thrusted harder and harder.

After a few minutes Faros’s orgasm came spilling over Aunt Rita’s wet face and mouth like a warm wave, her soapy wet hands clenching tightly around Faro’s throbbing dick. She proceeded to lick off what was left on her hands and fingers, licking it while moaning “you are very tasty!”, Faros smiled and collapsed on the tile floor of the bathroom panting & breathing heavily.

“You’re welcome to watch me shower any time you like,” Rita murmured, her breath hot against Faro’s ear. “But next time, I expect you to come and join me in the shower.”

With a wink, she climbed out of the shower, leaving Faro to clean up and ponder his newfound privileges. He couldn’t help but smile. This was a game he was more than happy to play.