A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (2: The Voyeur)

                                                                                                                                                                          "save me" by TheaMaiman

A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (2: The Voyeur)

Yoru felt exhilarated after riding such a magic, malleable male, but her second "love-stop" that afternoon completed her own transformation into a magical virtual woman. An artist named Lorenzo made love to her in a way that was different from any other. 

Yoru had long known she had a phantom lover, a voyeur who watched her from afar. He was not a stalker, for he had politely introduced himself in an Instant Message, asking if he might gaze at her from the other side of the commune while she changed clothes. Her island shack is a single flimsy room where anyone can look easily in through the windows, or shift the viewer for full frontal effect, at any time. Few people ask if they may "perve," as some call it, they simply focus their viewer on whomever they wish without a word of warning. For a master voyeur, Second Life is paradise. 

And Yoru is for master voyeurs a mistress exhibitionist. She was in the habit of welcoming such voyeurs, treating them kindly, adding as she changed a certain extra strip of pretty flesh with pubic hair, a glance at her intimate spots to please them, revealing her sex in a flashing moment that held the watchers' gaze like gravity between massive bodies of desire. Needless to say, Yoru was delighted that such a man, an artist from Southern Europe, let's call it Italy, would want precisely her avatar to satisfy his visual thirst for female beauty. 

"Lorenzo's getting off on my av," she thought, and agreed warmly to be his len's object of lustful focus. "But will we ever meet really, with our avs? Just for a kiss?" Yoru rarely forgets to ask for an embrace.

"Maybe," was his reply. 

But they never met. Lorenzo's background existence became a part of her world. She wondered what he looked like, and of course she could use her viewer as he did, but she didn't. For her it was part of the mystique of the man. It was as if Yoru were willingly blindfolded.

Which isn't to say they didn't become friends. Often, as she rushed from the club where she dances, or to an event she promised to visit, or to wherever her current lovers wanted her, she would pop in to change outfits before teleporting out again. When he was on the island he always whispered something sexy in her ear about her dress, or her stockings, you know, things that make you feel good about being in your skin. Soon Yoru began yearning for his IMs. He was adding substance to her Second Life.

"Good afternoon, Yoru," he would purr while she was rezzing in her little shack, changing into yet another outfit that barely contained her pubic hairs and most likely failed to cover her nipples as well. "You see, you are not escaping my voyeur eyes... Your hair, so long and blue-black and lush, draping your pretty curved buttocks. Can you get those panties in transparent?" *smiles*

"Hey :)" she would say, "Welcome my artist, and thank you for mentioning you are there once more." Although she never told him, she had come to instantly feel a rush of burning wetness welling up between the sleeping lips of her pussy whenever he told her he was watching her, rendering it slightly sticky down there. These chance meetings in the chatbox continued for months, moistening her panties just a little, never allowing her to mix his sensuality with her own. Finally, as always, Yoru could no longer help herself, could not bear his distance, his visual absence, his denial of her eyes while she reeled from the smoldering hot presence in her ears.

"I adore your body in black," Lorenzo had said one day. "Hello again, I'm peeping you ... (blushes) ...  my Japanese angel."

Yoru was riveted and hadn't even started to reply when his next IM hit her in her most sensitive spot, her desire for bondage. 

"Every Italian should have such a divine being tightly wrapped in black, finest silk, for throwing in the back of his Alpha Romeo and escaping with to a lover's tryst!"

She at last blurted out her feelings: "I would truly love to make love with you, Lorenzo."

He paused but gave her a smile."Oh, I'm at work, so it would be a little awkward, but I logged in just to greet you, I admit." 

"Awww," Yoru's voice cracked a little, "that makes me feel good. You want to voyeur me and I love it. We are a good match, artistically I mean. "

He grinned, "I wanted to ask you to model for me in a photoshoot, but I would be at your disposal to match you also in another way :-)" 

Yoru's instincts thrilled in the intricate channels of her ears before the full transmission of the words even reached her brain. He would look good, seriously good, nude. She shot back boldly, "I want to see you naked." What else would have been honest?

After a pause, as though giving it some thought: "OK. But I love going slowly, it is like Zen to my mind. It will be my pleasure to discover you slowly and to learn from you at the same time." 

Yoru stood spellbound: she had done it. The stage was set.