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Peeping Tom
(Chuck James)

He always thought it was quite a coincidence but his name actually was Tom, well, Thomas. So when he heard the rumours that there was a Peeping Tom around he always grinned. Not openly of course, he was always sympathetic with the sexy ladies who had discovered that a strange man had been spying as they undressed in the swimming pool or gym changing rooms.

It had started innocently enough, dragged into a large department store he had followed his girlfriend as she collected armfuls of clothes that would never fit or suit her ample frame. Tom had convinced himself at one point that she tried all of those outfits on just to piss him off, "Does this one make me look fat? Does my ass look too big in this?" He would sit outside the changing room and silently plan a murder, smirking as he imagined wrapping those hideous leggings that showed every ripple of cellulite around her neck then pulling tight until her complexion matched the dark purple of the fabric. 

Purely fantasy of course, Tom wasn't a violent man, probably too passive he always thought. He was the guy who let everything wash over him without leaving any stain. When he had been overlooked for promotion in his former job he simply shrugged, he had all he needed. If someone dived into the last parking space as he manoeuvred, rather than shout and rage he would sigh and continue his long search around the car park. So inevitably he would push aside any homicidal intentions and smile as he told her exactly what she wanted to hear.

And it was during one of these endless clothes shopping sessions that he happened to glance across and into the next cubicle. The heavy curtain had been drawn, but hastily because a gap of a couple of inches showed next to the frame. From where he was sitting Tom could see the mirror on the rear wall, and in that mirror was the reflection of a sexy girl stripping down to her underwear.

But she isn't changing he gasped silently as he leaned to the side a fraction to get a more direct look. She's taking nude selfies!

Not quite nude he realised as she moved a little and gave a brief view of a sexy Basque and matching panties.

Damn she is so hot he added, Tom had always had a thing for black girls, the colour of their skin, their sensual shape, round ass and slim waist? there was something about an African girl's ass that went straight to his groin. And she is no exception he added silently as she tugged down the front of the Basque to reveal a massive and very dark nipple.

Fuck I would love to suck on that beauty, Tom almost groaned aloud, then dragged his eyes away from the sexy ebony display as Janet his chubby girlfriend emerged from the neighbouring cubicle dressed in shocking pink.

"Maybe a bit bright." Tom offered, knowing perfectly well that anything less than absolute agreement would lead to sulky silence. Janet glared, wrong answer Tom chuckled inside then peeped again at the sexy black girl's cubicle.

No fucking way he gasped, now she really was nude, completely, and crouching down so that her naked ass was turned slightly to the mirror. Tom felt his cock twitch, suddenly clothes shopping was something to look forward to.