Discovering Erotic Adventures in voyeur underwear

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in voyeur underwear. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In voyeur underwear, the shirt drops, and rain-cold skin meets warm palms. She backs against the glass, city lights strobing across her body while her hand disappears between her thighs for voyeur underwear. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in voyeur underwear; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in voyeur underwear is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.