"Ohhh!" Honey mewled.
Suddenly the woman jerked free of her husband's cock, looking over her shoulder. The man, too, was looking past his wife's body. They were looking directly at Honey.
Startled, frightened of being caught, Honey quickly stood up and began running for the wooden gate. She was out of the yard and racing down the sidewalk, her honey-blonde hair flying behind her. She did not look back to see if she were being chased. All she wanted was to get away. She had never been caught at this before, and she always had that fear in the back of her mind.
CHAPTER TWO
Securely inside her apartment, Honey stood with her back against the locked door, breathing from the efforts of running. Her heart pounded hard as she struggled to bring herself under control.
A half hour later, she was stripped and in the tub.
Honey was twenty years old. She had been living alone since she had been eighteen, without a relative in the world. She was an orphan, her parents killed in an auto accident when she was eighteen.
She was fortunate in one respect. They had left her plenty of money and a huge old house that she didn't need. She could live for years without working. Perhaps that was part of it, she often thought. She really had nothing to occupy her mind, except the erotic thoughts that were always with her.
Not wanting to live in the big house alone, she had taken a one-bedroom apartment. The house was set on five acres of wooded land, almost isolated. It wasn't that she was afraid to be alone there, it was because she wanted to be around other people. Besides, she would have to drive the few miles into town when she could not control this overwhelming urge to look into bedroom windows.
Honey loved looking at people fucking or sucking each other. It was a tremendous excitement to her.