Voyeur adventures(4)

A thrill runs through his body. I watch him as his two hands tremble at his throat, in the throes of a nervous tremor, undoing the knot of his tie, with a lot of difficulty. He lifts it over his head and places it on the coffee table in my living room. Then he stands up, still a bit quivering, and unfastens his belt. His pants fall to his feet, revealing a pair of slightly thin legs. A little boyish. The shirt flaps protrude from the jacket and dangle in the void.

Alexander swallows again, looking undecided. But a raising of the girl's eyebrow is enough and his hands reach the boxers, and then the pants on the floor.

The man's breathing had become more laborious now. He rests both hands on the big table of my living room and climbs on it, on all fours down on it in an unmistakable doggy style.

I take a