Strange passionBy: PrometheaThe meeting I had for the first time with Josefa was not a friendly but rather traumatic enc

Strange passionBy: PrometheaThe meeting I had for the first time with Josefa was not a friendly but rather traumatic encounter. That day I was not in good shape and When he approached me, I must have been sharp. I can even say that my attitude It must have even mortified him. It was all because of the car that was stuck in the middle way and that was now blocking my way. It was late and I felt very tired, with I want to get home. There were three guys in front of the old clunker that had the chest raised, and that was when Josefa came to my window to Tell me that I should take the other way. For no reason was I willing to go any other route than It would mean more time, so I asked them to push the car towards the bank. They did it reluctantly and I barely managed to skim past the door. Josefa gave me a strange look that I could clearly perceive. Two days later I found her standing on a corner smoking calmly, and then I wondered what she was doing there, since it didn't seem to belong to the area where I lived. Since then I found her every night at some point of the colony, until one time he made signs for me to stop. Intrigued by his attitude, I hit the brakes and parked on the street. Josefa came up to me and I looked at her defiantly. That's when he told me: -You will see me often here because I am the new guard. -Ah, wow, I didn't know they had changed men for women. -Why not? It's been two weeks since the other police officer resigned and They sent me to replace him. Now women are working in the field of men. What do you think? I felt a little guilty for being so rude. with her in the incident on the road and tried to apologize. -Sorry about the other night, I was a little tired and "Don't worry," he interrupted me, "that's forgotten." -Well, thank you. What is your name? "Josefa," he said smiling, "and I'll stop by there to collect the Sundays the security fee. -Very well Josefa, it's nice to meet you. -Likewise. He extended his hand to me friendly and I shook it. I felt the strength of his grip on my soft fingers, but I said nothing. I looked at her carefully: she was a tall, thin woman, about thirty years old, more or less. less than my same age. He was wearing khaki clothes, the kind that guards wear, and shoes reinforced with caps that gave him a special bearing. He settled the gun at his waist and I could see the shiny metal handle that stuck out between his clothes. I realized that his skin was not as dense as mine. but rather of a light tone, and there was a particularly tinge in his eyes. friendly that caught my attention. In general, the police in the region were ordinary men and not even the uniform gave them an appearance different. But this Josefa, in addition to being a woman, seemed to come from another city judging by his manners and his appearance. I don't know why I started remembering her since then, so much so that every night, upon arriving at the little square where I used to turn towards my house, I tried to look for it in order to have some pretext to meet with she. Sometimes I would see her in the distance standing on some corner where she used to Kill time between rounds. Then we talked briefly about anything, and in the end I went home with a strange feeling of unrest. As the weeks passed the memory of his figure suddenly assaulted at work, and that's when I started to worry. I had never felt this kind of shock, much less with a woman. I I had been married for several years and my husband was an attractive man with the who had a fairly active sexual life. We had had our first daughter four years ago and I considered myself a normal woman. Otherwise, nothing I didn't know about Josefa except that she was the new person in charge of security at the colony, but that's it. One night when I was returning home, the lights of my car They suddenly focused on a figure that was advancing hastily, almost running, along the side of the road. When I realized that it was Josefa, I I stopped to ask him: -What has happened? -My son fell and they told me that he is in the hospital. -Come on, I'll take you. I drove as fast as I could to the clinic and dropped her off. right at the door. She thanked me with a handshake. -Don't you want me to wait for you? -I asked him. -Don't bother. I hope it's nothing serious. Back home I couldn't help but feel bad for not having stayed with her. The next day he told me that the child had only dislocated a ankle. Then I could see her as loose and as self-possessed as she was. normally. "I want to thank you for the favor," he told me, flashing a smile. -You don't have to do it; for anything that is offered, count on me. From that day on, a stranger settled among us. bond of friendship that led us to constantly look for each other to talk about our families, local events, and anything else we allowed us to be together. It was in these skirmishes that I learned that Josefa She was married to a young man much younger than her, barely in his twenties, with the who had procreated a little boy. I also knew that he came from another city, but that they had moved here to be closer to his family, which was native of the town. I also told him about my life; I revealed the names of my husband and my daughter and I told him that I worked as a supervisor in a company food processor in the area, and who usually worked shifts around the evening. I also told him that one of my sisters, Helena, lived with us, because he was studying medicine at the technological institute of the locality. Helena, who was 24 years old, was in the penultimate semester of her career and very soon he would leave to make his own life. Every night I stopped for a while on the corner to talk with her, and so our relationship grew until it became a rare brotherhood of mutual exchanges that little by little led us to reveal ourselves situations that in other circumstances I would never have thought I would do. I realized that a relationship had been born between Josefa and me. kind of improvised camaraderie that had occurred without either of the two I expected it. He often confided unexpected situations to me and I reciprocated. in the same way, in such a way that we both get to know the intimacies of each which without making us feel uncomfortable. Both she and I had our own friends but Neither of them had ever found someone to trust like they did before. we did among ourselves, and perhaps it was this familiarity that made us He encouraged us to tell each other our things without feeling confused. At this point I I already saw Josefa as my confidant, and this subtle perception was undoubtedly reciprocal. It was by chance that I sensed that Josefa had kept herself from reveal to me his inclinations when one night, in the middle of our long conversations, he made a strange comment to me. "Watching in the colony has its advantages," he said suddenly. Do you know the girl with black hair who lives next to your house? -Whom? To Dolores? -The same. I have been able to see her naked a few times. I was waiting for his revelation. -How come you can see it? I asked with concern. "Through your bedroom window," he said, smiling. Although Sometimes he decides to close the curtains, and then neither goes nor goes. It is a pity. Did you know that she has a mole the size of a coin on her right boob? "Of course not," I exclaimed in surprise, remembering the moment that my sister Helena and I had inherited a mole from our mother very similar right on the right tit. "Well, it's true," he said again. Dolores' beauty is unique! A feeling of suspicion crossed my mind making me think about many things. I thought that my new friend might be a lesbian. with voyeuristic tendencies, although I really didn't care if he was. From that day on, however, I felt tempted to ask him about his nocturnal hobbies, giving me the task of carrying my conversations along those lines. A week later, in a pleasant talk that We argued, I finally dared to ask him: -Tell me, Josefa, have you seen Dolores again? "Just last night, and it's phenomenal," he said with a rare tone of satisfaction. -You like to spy on her, don't you? Josefa thought about it a little before deciding to talk to me about it. Then he dared to confide in me his clandestine adventures and spoke to me openly about his nocturnal practices and his voyeuristic hobbies, his insatiable pleasure in spying on people. He told me that every night, at a certain time hour, he stopped making the rounds to look desperately for a window ajar, a poorly closed curtain, a hidden hole in the wood of a window, or simply some occasional carelessness that could pay off. Due to the nature of her job, my friend had realized time to do the necessary research in order to know in detail the times at which certain people fell asleep and the way of entering the patios of their houses. Then he dedicated himself to secretly looking under the darkness without that no one would suspect his presence. He told me that what he was after was to satisfy his instincts, that For her they were infinitely superior to all sexual pleasure, observing a woman in underwear or naked, whether undressing to sleep or either when he got up to go to the bathroom, when he prepared an early breakfast, or any other supreme and surreptitious moment that would be favorable. everything It was between two and five, never before or after. The self-confidence and subtlety with which he expressed it filled me with confusion, and the tone of sincerity that qualified his confession had the virtue of awaken certain dormant longings that until then I had never felt. I will never be able to know for sure why I said these words to him: -You don't know how much I would give to see Dolores too. She looked at me questioningly and at the same time satisfied, as if He was waiting for me to ask him. "It can be dangerous," he said. Understand that I don't take risks so much so, because if someone were to discover me I could easily explain my presence saying that I have seen a suspect, but you "It's true," I interrupted. But you know well details and no one will see us if we act prudently. Josefa looked at me intently and said: -Alright. Can you go out tomorrow night without your husband see you? "That won't be necessary," I said with some excitement. Just tomorrow I will change my shift and I will have no obstacle to escape to that hour. -I'll wait for you right here shortly before two. he blurted out. Dolores watches television until that time before bed, so be punctual. -I will be. I said goodbye to her to go home. I was going around in bed thinking about everything that happened, about my strange relationship with the woman police, and especially, in the ease with which he had asked to be part of that dangerous game. The next morning I hurried to get to the corner ten minutes before two. Josefa was already waiting for me under the shadows of a hedge. -We have to refrain from talking. If necessary, only "We will communicate by signs," he warned me. -Understood. I went after her trying to keep my steps as small as possible. Possible noise. We walked around the block until we reached a vacant lot that It was right behind Dolores' house. Josefa went into the shadows and I followed her slowly. We jump over the wall and enter the patio. All It was very dark and I could barely see the diffuse figure of my friend moving. agilely in space. Shortly after we reached the house and Josefa went to one of the windows that were dark. Crouched under the frame we wait patiently. Only the vague brilliance of our glances could tell that We were crouched there, like two excited felines stalking their prey. I looked up to look at the surroundings and I could see the profile of the fence of my house that stood very close to where we were. A Untimely reflection of light interrupted my thoughts. Josefa hit me lightly with his elbow and made a sign to me. I immediately understood what I wanted tell me I saw her go to one side of the window and I did the same on the other. extreme. The curtain was drawn and you could see perfectly the interior of the bedroom. My eyes suddenly discovered the Dolores' thin figure moving in front of the vanity mirror. Its beautiful body, still dressed, was reflected through the glass, waking me up strange excitement. I saw her pick up a brush and start straightening her hair. Was Her hair was an attractive shiny black bundle that reached her shoulders. The I had seen him walk to the corner store many times with his arms in his arms. movement and with loose hair hitting her back. I recognized that I had always admired the atypical beauty of Dolores, her youthful appearance, her smile full of life, although of course such admiration had always hidden her. And now, seeing her there at those hours of early morning, ready and about to go to bed, I felt so out of place as if she were a thief. However, there was in my chest an excessive feeling of curiosity to know more about her, to know what she did in secret, to explore the uniqueness of their customs, to know what it would look like that beautiful body without clothes. Forgetting about Josefa's presence, I followed her movements with attention possessed of an unknown voluptuousness. I could clearly see the moment when the girl, who could not have been more than twenty, took off her clothes above the shoulders to be indoors only. That was for me a phenomenal show. The elastic of a small bra hugged both of them tightly. beautiful balls of her breasts and the tiny cloth of her blue panties covered her intimacies. I saw her go to the other end of the room until she got lost. behind a white acrylic door. The minutes in which I did not have her in sight They made me eternal. She emerged shortly after, adjusting her panties to her thighs. A hot wave hit my temples as I discovered the fleeting vein of the lock. rotund and dark that pearled his crotch and that soon disappeared when he was covered by panties. I felt something between my legs shake fiercely and a Shivering ran through my entire body. I touched my pubes lasciviously without take my eyes off the morbid curves of my neighbor, who is now He ran to the bed to lie on it. Once there, Dolores took her His hands went to her tits and he squeezed them, his eyes half-closed. His body stretched and his legs rose a little. The vision was enough to feel how The burning in my lower abdomen grew. At that moment I could see realizing that Josefa had disposal of the weapon to unfasten his belt and open the zipper of his pants to put his hand between his thighs and caress himself slowly, without take your eyes off the girl's figure. Encouraged by what my friend was doing I slid the zipper of mine to boldly delve into the crotch gap rubbing me eagerly and muffling my moans as best I could. It didn't take us even ten minutes to reach orgasm as if we were two beardless girls, admiring the semi-naked body of Dolores, whom we saw arching her body on the bed between moans of pleasure. Almost at the same time the bedroom lights went out. Josefa took out a handkerchief to wipe between her legs and then handed it to me. My fingers encountered the abundant moisture of the fabric and I shivered, but I realized. hurry to dry my secretions in the same way. When I returned the handkerchief, She signaled to me. I followed her in silence along the same path as the one we had come After that strange and unexpected experience, I began with Josefa a proscribed voyeur career that led me to experience the most crazy emotions, awakening at the same time my most hidden and unusual wishes. Twice a week we spied on Dolores, and on more than one occasion We saw him masturbate madly on the bed without him having the slightest fear. that it was observed. And although I myself sensed that solitary games can lead any woman to practice the most incoherent chimeras, was with She with whom I discovered the surprising physical games with which a girl He usually fantasizes in the solitude of his bedroom. I found that Dolores liked to penetrate herself with objects that They decorated their own dressing table with expensive and smelly soaps, with the corks of the shampoo and even with the thick sheets of his dresser drawer, and he also knew self-induced pleasure in such a singular way without showing the most minimal modesty. I discovered that he often used his fingers too, and that with She often massaged her breasts first before lowering her hand to exploring her slit at length, bent over the bed as if it were the flexible bow of a banner of flesh and blood. Of course we did not miss the opportunity to masturbate without stopping admiring her, until we explode in turbulent orgasms that They precipitated us into the wonderful kingdom of eternal lasciviousness. My practices nights with Josefa became so repetitive that I had to devise a way to Lie to my husband so he wouldn't find out. Now I had given up stay on the night shift until it was time for me to escape to go with my friend and get lost through the dark passages of the colony in search of some new option that would give us unprecedented sensations, although without leaving to visit Dolores from time to time. One day I was forced to go on a work trip that It would last several days, and I let Josefa know that. She only told me that He would keep me up to date with his adventures while I was away. Strange as it may seem, where I was in commission, I could not forget the passionate moments I lived next to Josefa while we spied on Dolores, Margarita, Susana, Teresaand in special, the disturbing dark mole the size of a coin that adorned a appetizing right tit, very similar by the way to mine and my little sister's Helena. The night I returned from the trip I felt so excited that I wanted to manipulate time in order to synchronize myself in some way so I could accompany the policewoman on some of her lascivious escapades. Throughout Along the way I was wondering in which hidden window of the colony I would satisfy Josefa his strange passions in my absence that, like mine, only They found solace in the morbid vision of a naked body, somewhere surreptitious movement, in the strange customs that women acquire when know alone Since it was barely midnight, I stopped by work to make some time to arrive at the colony minutes before two. When I arrived, I hurried to look for my friend in the usual place without find it. Shaken by the desire to see Dolores's mole again, I I hurriedly hid the car in a secluded place and immediately headed to the vacant lot to cross the wall. I calculated that the young girl would perhaps be beginning his private performance, and that thought alone filled me with lust, a lust that he was already part of and that he equally shared with the vigilante. I crossed the courtyard in silence and felt my way along the space that separated me from his window, when I discovered that a shadow was climbing stealthily along the adjacent wall. I felt the shock of a shock as I hit I realized that it was the wall of my own house. I turned my eyes towards him Dolores' window, where the light had just been turned on, but she could plus the acute premonition that pricked my soul and I momentarily forgot of the girl to attend to the vision she had just observed. I looked for a way to spy on my own house without being sight, and suddenly I made out the high branches of a tree rising from this side, right next to the fence. I glanced at the spot where I had seen outline the figure. Everything looked calm; the moon had just hidden behind a variegated and thick cloud increasing the gloom. I climbed on one of the branches carefully and I realized that the light in my sister's bedroom Helena was turned on. I confess that what in other circumstances would have seemed unthinkable, this time a kind of lustful lubricity awakened me mixed with an unexpected morbidity. I saw it snake through the shadows of the patio house, Josefa's uniformed body, until it was placed next to the window illuminated. A little further on, inside the bedroom, Helena's body He had just crossed the spacious threshold of his window. I strained my eyes not to lose detail, while watching Josefa act, who, getting rid of the weapon and placing it on the ground, he quickly unfastened his belt to begin to touch each other in the middle of their legs. Although the humidity had already manifested itself to me since I made my way back, the uncertain spectacle provided me with liquidity unusual that ended up soaking me. Admire this vision of the destiny, an enigmatic vision that an arcana improvised for me, made me feel above the stage and the actors themselves, producing in me the wildest lust. Helena had slowly undressed in such a protocol. slowly as if he were preparing to perform a ritual, and now he caressed his body anxiously, with eyes closed, between intense sighs, bending head and throwing her chest forward while squeezing her breasts groping them forcefully. From afar I sensed the inheritance of the black dot that occupied his mole, that dark spot that was so familiar to me, almost the size of a black plated coin protruding above her right tit. I had never seen Helena naked, although I do not deny that in On occasions, between furtive glances and feelings of guilt, he had snooped through his legs taking advantage of a circumstantial oversight, a blink, a position oblique, when he sat in front of me without worrying about the forms, with all the confidence that knowing we were sisters gave us. I don't know if she did the same with me, but I, deep down, always thought she was attractive, with a pubic very beautiful, with a suggestive and youthful body that very much resembled mine. And now, climbing on that tree, I could see that I didn't was wrong, that Helena was indeed much more beautiful than he had supposed. But this time it was not just me who secretly admired her but There were also other eyes that saw her, eating her to pieces, in all her nudity: the eyes of another woman, my accomplice in escapades, the most voyeur It would be foolhardy for me to start playing these forbidden games. Sitting on the thick oak branch, I made myself as comfortable as I could to put a hand between my legs and slowly slid it under the fabric. the panty; Then I sank the longest finger into my vulva, rubbing myself desperately. while trying to silence an anxious mood of lust. Under the resplendent light in the bedroom Helena was feverishly busy with her body, with her moisture, of the lumps that adorned her figure, of her burning fissures. His hands had lost in the undulations of her thighs. And outside, next to the doorstep the window, another body even more feverish than his, dressed in colored clothes khaki, also bent fiercely while peering into the interior greatly enjoying the show that my sister put on to the tenor of a false intimacy that had been abruptly broken without her even realizing it. intuit The brutal impetuosity of the orgasm filled me with sensations incredible and I had to hold on to the branch to avoid falling into the void. Beyond, of On the other side of the wall, another body was also writhing before the perfect scene that his eyes recreated. It was just at that moment that I discovered the naked figure of my husband entering the bedroom. My reaction had no limits: I think it was like the bright flash of a bomb exploding suddenly. suddenly before my face and, like a Fuegian lightning bolt, it pierced my heart. Afterwards I no longer dared to abandon my position. Now I could see Helena's face shake, I could admire her anxious and reddish face from which a slippery tongue emerged, greedily licking in front of my husband's thighs, sucking that penis that was mine, or that I I thought it was, while her hair swayed like the crests of waves. dark in a turbulent night, with a mouth full, satiated, enjoying the candy that It belonged to me. But I couldn't do anything. I felt angry, helpless furious; but he admitted that at the same time a strange and unrecognizable feeling was overlapping the other little by little, as if in silent layers, waking me up the anxieties that I had hidden in my mind, in that dark and unexplored of my most inscrutable desires: I wanted to see everything. The intensity of my desires overcame that feeling of fury and confusion and at the same time I tied myself to the branch of that tree silent that she was now my accomplice, as much as was the policewoman who started in the arts of voyeurism. Now he had to pay the price. Kneeling on my husband's legs, my sister she was riding on the lustful colt that penetrated her, piercing her flesh, her pink wound, the exquisite bud of his pubis, which he rubbed furiously against his lover's hairy pubes. I immediately understood that Helena and I too We were somehow complicit, although I didn't know it and she did. we were lovers of the same man, we enjoyed the same penis, the same mouth, the same ejaculations. She and I were deep down as complicit as it was me with Josefa, or me with my husband, or Helena with himself. The parade continued and Josefa did not stop observing, to touch, to delight, to take advantage of that visual gift. I always ignored if Josefa would have known all this before, or if it was the first time she had seen it, although it wasn't so difficult for me to assume that it wasn't. She, after all, was also his accomplice, although he didn't tell me. But I didn't care anymore. long ago, before I discovered the intense passions that the voyeurism, maybe I would have felt it, maybe it would have broken my heart. But Not now. Now I could enjoy it; I could enjoy it as much as Helena, like my husband, like Josefa herself, the most daring spy I had ever met. When the bedroom light went out, I decided to wait for Josefa will leave the patio and slip into the street. Shortly afterward I returned to place where I had left my car. I ran towards the point where the guard was resting between round and round and there I saw her, calmly smoking a cigarette, as if nothing had happened. would happen. I stopped in the distance without turning off the lights. Now I wanted to watch her. with attention, as with other eyes, another look, other feelings. When I stopped next to her, she was surprised: -But woman! What are you doing here? 'She exclaimed stupefied. "I just arrived," I said in the calmest tone. Not even At home they know I'm back...I finished the work ahead of schedule. She looked at me in amazement, as if she felt guilty. I, Playing ignorant, I told him: -How about we go see Teresa before she takes a bath? -But of course! He said with a smile. It's just time! Shortly after, under the cover of the shadows, we snooped together behind Teresa's bedroom window, the teenager who got up early to catch the five o'clock bus that took her to school, and who It was his early habit to give us the most disturbing masturbation that we had never seen, before getting into the shower. And here, on this side of his window, in the dark patio, while we delight in the tremulous spectacle of a moaning body teenager who gasps, Josefa and I touch each other, hug our bodies in silence, in ritual accomplice, enjoying our meats like two females dissatisfied She put her hand in my crotch while I I masturbate. Then we kissed, we kissed for a long time without closing our eyes. Our pupils have a destination: Teresa's body on the verge of orgasm; our bodies about to explode. While Josefa eagerly sucks my black mole, almost the size of a coin, which is like a copper stain on my right tit, I moan, I gasp, I think of Helena. Now, thanks to voyeurism, I have discovered that complicity brings with it prejudices and benefits. END.