Message-ID: <11625eli$9805271530@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "J.Reynolds" Subject: Diary of A Voyeur - Full Version (M/F, voyeurism, conc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35696D5B.28551594@hotmail.com> I've finally managed to finish this story which I started so many months ago. The birth of our first child certainly has put the brakes on many of the leisure activities I took for granted before, including story writing. :-) But, he's such a joy, I wouldn't have it any other way. For those of you who waited for the final sections of this, I apologize, and hope you like the ending as much as I've enjoyed finishing it up. Here's the full text, including the parts I originally posted and the new ending. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Friday, February 27, 1998 6:15 am – It's still dark outside. The shades are drawn back, and the thin, orange light of an outside street lamp illuminates my room. I crouch near the window, field glasses in hand, waiting. Her window is across the way from mine. Still dark, though at any moment the light from a bedside lamp will flicker own, casting its own pale light across her room. Her room, which for the first morning I can see in. Maybe she was tired, or maybe simply negligent, but in the evening last night when she drew her blinds a six-inch gap near the bottom was left exposed. And so, here I am. When the light clicks on, I am ready, my binoculars quickly drawn up to my eyes. Time seems to creep by so very slowly as I wait. Finally, the moment arrives. A pair of legs passing by the gap, a fleeting glimpse of her soft white skin stretching up to the vee between her legs, covered in white cotton panties, just the faintest trace of the bulge of her pubis. And then she has passed from sight. I realize I have been holding my breath and exhale deeply, gasping in a fresh puff of air. My cock is hard, standing straight up in the air as I lean back against the bed looking down at my naked body. I idly stroke the length of it a few times before standing, drawing my own shades closed, and heading to the bathroom for my morning shower. 6:45 am - The shower was warm, relaxing, cleansing. I stood under the hot spray and felt the nerves on every inch of my skin come alive. The water running down my body, dripping off my face, off my arms, off my cock. I cleaned myself carefully, washing the grime from every hidden crevice of my body, rinsing away the soap and the dirt. Next, I lathered up my hands, turning my back to the cleansing spray, and slowly massaged my cock. I stroked along the length of it, feeling its hardness and shape growing under my palms. I tickled the tips of my fingers across the tip, drawing a soft moan from myself. Finally, when it and I were ready, I gripped it with my soapy hands, slowly stroking it as I remembered her legs, remembered the shape of the panties as they clung to her body. I thought about what it would feel like to peel the white cotton down her legs and drive my hard cock into her, the warmth and wetness of her sex wrapped around me like a blanket. And I came, turning again so the water washed away the residue of my lust. I turned off the water, feeling the cold air creep in around the shower curtain, then padded quietly along the carpeted hall to the bedroom to dress for the day. My usual conservative attire, button down shirt and dockers, dress shoes. Nothing too flashy, nothing that would make me stick out in a crowd. Suitably attired, I am ready for my day. 9:45 – The morning meeting has finally ended. Intolerably long, as usual. I hate sitting around that oval table, stained with coffee cup marks, listening to the latest squabbling over who will handle what account. I couldn't help but gaze wistfully out the window a few times, looking at the sunny sky and warm temperatures which have graced us this week. If it wasn't for Margaret, I would never have made it through the meeting. Skinny little Margaret, she of the long legs and the whining voice. Never satisfied with what she has been given to do, always complaining that she's not respected. And always with those short mini skirts, barely enough to cover her crotch. If it was warmer, she might not have worn hose as she did today, and I certainly wouldn't have minded the meeting at all. As it was, I did manage to drop my pen and take my time retrieving it, getting a nice long look up her thighs as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Oh, those legs. How I wanted to slide up under the table and part them, press my mouth down on the panty hose until my teeth could grip the fabric, rip them open. Press my lips against her mound, parting the pubic hairs with my tongue until I could run it over her own sweet lips below. Inhale her scent even as I drew forth from that lovely pussy her sweet arousal. Imagine how the old man would have liked that. Probably would have fired me on the spot, dismissed the rest of the crew for the morning, and mounted her on the table himself. Old bastard never misses out on a great piece of ass if it's employed for him. Power is an aphrodisiac, how else to explain how that pot bellied, balding old prick gets laid so often and by such sweet looking women. No way he could respect them as I do, love them as I have, desire them like me. 11:23 – Time to start making plans for lunch. I've cleaned my in-box out, making sure to leave plenty of time to enjoy myself today. Now that I have a half-hour to spare, I'm taking in the view in front of my office. My secretary, Lola, in her usual low cut dress, high-legged hem. Much more brazen than Margaret, she's not wearing panty hose today, nor leggings. I've always thought my secretary was fairly plain, but then I didn't hire her for her looks. When she wore that sexy pleated skirt to the interview, her long dark hair laying on her business jacket (and nothing on underneath it appeared), I knew she was going to be hired on the spot. It didn't matter that her typing was a bit slow, she tried hard, and she flashed enough body to make up for it. Now she's just sitting there, typing some letter I gave her. I positioned her desk so she is sideways to me, and has to turn towards me to stand up. The credenza is nothing more than a top with legs on one end and attached to the desk at the other, which gives me a straight view up that pretty little skirt of hers. Waiting… waiting. Yes, she turns, flashing a smile at me as she rises and heads to the rest room. Blue panties, with the dark wisps of her pubic hair trailing out either side of her crotch. I can feel my cock getting hard again, just reliving the image in my mind. I think I better take lunch early today. 1:30 – Lunch. I so very much love lunch. The most remarkable thing has happened to me and work has been the last thing from my mind the past two hours. I love the mall at lunchtime. Especially in the summer, when I have my choice of short skirts to follow up and down the escalators. It being winter, this usually is a poor time for any sort of view. However, on a warm day like today, I figured one or two women as brave as my secretary might afford me a glimpse of something warm and round. So, I headed for the food court on the third level. I ate, pretending to read the newspaper while examining the room for potential views. Nothing appeared, and I began to grow despondent, thinking the walk over was perhaps wasted and I had been too optimistic. Just as I dumped the remains of my sub into the garbage and placed my tray on top of the container, she walked past. Full figured, with her long black hair pulled back and held by a single dark purple ribbon. Tight black blouse, just the hint of a bra line holding up her plump chest. But, it was the skirt that drew the breath from my lungs. That sweet little skirt. Not just a tight mini or a pleated Catholic schoolgirl type skirt, which falls down to mid-thigh. This was a short, bouncing tennis skirt, the type that flopped free from her ass with every single step she took. Of course I followed her. She headed immediately for the escalator and I was a dozen or so feet behind her, my eyes unable to peel free from the delightful sway of her full hips and lovely rear. I knew I would have a good look as she rode up the steps ahead of me, but my luck was even better then I expected, for she walked slowly up as she rode, each lift of a leg pulling the skirt off her ass entirely. More than I ever could have expected on a day like this. There was no need to even look down at her reflection on the metal bars running along side the escalator from top to bottom, a simple glance up was all revealing. No panties. Well, at first I thought there were no panties. As she reached the top, and strode off the escalator, I realized she was wearing a tiny black thong, barely enough to cover the pucker of her anus, and certainly not enough to cover her crotch, for her lips stuck out on other side of the thin material. Oh god, was I hard by then. I reached the top, and followed along slowly at a distance, not knowing if I would be graced with another view. When she entered Waldenbooks, I followed, chasing her form towards the first row of bookracks. She stopped in the section marked biographies, and I worked my way into the aisle across from it, the one with all the local authors and travel information. I stole glances in her direction as I picked up something that I still have no idea what it was about. She squatted down to reach for something on the bottom shelf, and for just a moment, as her knees faced in my direction, her legs were parted enough for me to glimpse the black thong covering her sex. Then, she stood, and I counted myself fortunate enough for a whole month of viewing, heading out from the mall and heading back to the office. So now I sit here, my cock resting comfortably in my warm hand, my cum staining the leg of my pants as I watch my secretary preening, powdering her nose and flashing me views down her blouse, her ripe chest there for the plucking, but I am dreaming of a woman with dark hair, and a short skirt, and tiny panties, smiling lecherously at me as I stroke myself for her in a book store until my cum stains the volumes on either side of the aisle. I think I'll be heading home early this evening. 7:36 pm - I'm sitting here again in my darkened bedroom. The woman from across the street came home, giving me a flashing glimpse of her slightly chubby thighs as she got out of her little blue Toyota just below my window, but tonight she pulled the shades all the way down. I didn't even spend any time viewing the ladies on the subway, their fresh business skirts clashing with the graffiti and grime of the metal boxcars that shuffle us around each morning and evening. None of them seem worthy anymore, though of course I'm sure I must have looked at some point. I just don't remember what they looked like. It doesn't matter. I can't get my mind of the dark haired woman in the tennis skirt. I see her hips swaying every time I close my eyes, and I envision those succulent breasts, bouncing under a tight black shirt. My cock is sore from the masturbating I've done today, yet still I am naked, the long length of my shaft held between my fingers, my hand moving of its own will up and down, lifting the skin loosely over the head before sliding the sheath back down tightly towards my balls. Cum stains the carpet by the window, still drying, and I feel a fresh load growing as I reach for the baby oil to lessen the friction and discomfort. It's going to be a long weekend. Saturday, March 1, 1998 9:27 a.m. - One hot cup of coffee, two cigarettes. No shades open in any of the houses across the street, though all have some lights on. It's dark out, cloudy, and the rain is falling in sheets, wind swept across a road empty of traffic. A perfect day for staying in and watching TV. Instead, I put on my rain slicker, gathered up some items from around the house, and made a dash for my car parked at the curb in front of the house. A drive around for an hour, the wipers thumping a tempo on my windshield, radio blaring some old tunes about new love, old love, lost love. Into neutral, then park, engine off, and here I am. The seven floor parking garage is dwarfed by the 25 story hotel complex next door. Even so, I park on the sixth floor, high enough to look into the windows of all the floors from the 4th until about the 10th (and all the floors if a person were to stand next to their window), and underneath the roof of the final level so I need not run the wipers to see. I pull the binoculars from their waterproof case, and scan the windows. Shades drawn. Shades drawn. Open shades but no lights on. Shades drawn. Shades open and a light. Focusing on that room for a moment. A gentleman walks across the floor. Middle aged, wearing a dress shirt and slacks, tie loosened around his neck. Slightly balding, but of average looks. He walks to the door and opens it, allowing the admittance of a very lovely, plump younger woman. Before the door has even shut all the way they are in each other's arms, lips meeting in a passionate kiss. He reaches behind her and places the chain across the door, his other arm still wrapped around her waist as they kiss. Finally, they break their embrace, he taking her hand and guiding her deeper into the room. She is smiling almost shyly, and her cheeks show a blush, the warmth of blood staining her pale skin a rosy color. Her dark red hair falls in natural curls down below mid-shoulder, and I almost imagine her eyes to be green, the vibrant green of late summer leaves, rich and earthy. But, not even my field glasses can show me that much detail and I chalk it up to my over stimulated imagination. He sits on the bed, his lips moving as he talks to her, my wish being that I could hear as well as see them. I reach into the back seat of the car and pull my camera into the front, snapping on the 100mm telephoto lens. When I've refocused on their room, it is just in time. As I begin to shoot, she stands very close to him, his knees just brushing against her legs, and she begins to undress. Slowly she undoes each button of her white blouse, revealing the support of a lacy green bra beneath, the gentle roundness of her tummy, all pale skin and smooth curves, finally pulling the material out from her dark colored knee length skirt and easing it off her shoulders. He is nodding at her while looking down at her waist, and her fingers reach to the side of her skirt, finding the zipper and slowly tugging it down. She bends at the waist, her large, bra confined breasts dangling just in front of his lips. I wonder how he can resist such a tempting target, but he waits patiently as she slips the skirt all the way off and steps free from it. Her panties are tiny, a lacy material of a green color that matches her bra. The man is rubbing his cock through his pants, even as I am with my free hand, at the sight of her barely covered body. Now she reaches behind her back, unsnapping the bra, easing it slowly off, her hands wrapping around to the front to hold the material in place over her swaying breasts. She turns, dropping the bra on the floor beside the rest of the clothing, looking back over her shoulders with a provocative smile at him as she covers up with her hands, then turns around. The hands slowly slide free, her fingers closing to pinch her nipples for a moment, making them hard as her breasts are finally revealed. Nice breasts, with large pale aureoles, the tips of her nipples pebbly and erect. She turns again, fingers sliding down her waist, gripping the edge of her panties, the material peeling down her legs, just the crotch staying in place, until it too breaks free of her body and her ass is exposed to him, though I can only see the sides of her hips and thighs. She turns with the panties in her hand, and holds them up to his face. He takes them, eyes closing as he inhales deeply of her scent. Then he tosses them aside and opens his eyes to admire her beauty. They switch places, and while he begins to undress I place my camera aside and strip off my clothing. When I am naked, I get the binoculars again, holding them with one hand as I slowly stroke my cock with the other. He is naked now, standing right up to the bed, his average sized cock hard as she leans forward with her hands, taking it between both of them and licking the tip of it with her tongue. Her hair cascades around her face, hiding the view slightly, but I can see her head bobbing back and forth on his shaft, and I stroke myself in time to her display. I doesn't take him long, nor do I think I would last with that beauty's mouth on me. She pulls back her head, still stroking him and I see the jets of white from his cock shooting out to stain her face and fall on her breasts, her left hand releasing him while her right hand continues stroking, to rub it into her soft flesh, lift her fingers to her mouth and lick them clean. My own cum rises through the shaft of my cock, my balls contracting up against my body as I heave forth my lust onto my steering wheel, the white semen coating the black vinyl, dripping off it onto my waist. I take a small sample in my hand and lick it, tasting the saltiness of my own cum, wishing that her mouth was sampling me instead. The view has changed, and they have slid up onto the bed, and almost entirely out of sight at this point. I can see up to their knees, enough to know she is on her back, and he lying next to her. I am frustrated by this turn of events, wishing to see more of this luscious woman at work, but as I start the car to move a few spots further down in the hopes that I will see more at a different angle, I finally notice the other woman. Her truck is just a few spots away, but I see her face clearly. I see the way she is squeezing her breast through her thin cotton blouse and the hard point her nipples present through the material. I see her mouth open, tongue licking over her lips, her eyes half closed. I see the shock coursing through her body, her back arching, her long black hair flying as she turns her head back and forth, her other hand not visible but I think I know where it is. I wonder if she's wearing a thong this time, and if she's taken it off or pulled it aside. When her eyes open, she puts the truck in gear and with a squeal of tires she drives away. Long before I can clean up and dress she is gone, her truck not visible on the streets nearby as I wind my way down the garage ramps. Near the entry to the garage I see something hanging from the little machine that spits out tickets. I drive up and pull it off, smiling as I leave. The whole drive home I keep her panty under my nose, inhaling the lustful smell of her sex. Sunday, March 2, 1998 2:30 p.m. - I have prepared for tomorrow. I pulled the old duffel bag down from the attic, and filled it with junk and paraphernalia from the years spent at the health club. Work out clothing, dumbbells, and running shoes. Near one end I placed the camcorder. I levered it into position, lens upwards, with a careful arrangement of various items, then strapped it all into place using twine connected to some of the inside metal rings. With the zipper open two inches, the lens could not be seen, but a clear image was produced on regular videotapes. I attach the long shoulder strap, so that the bag rests almost at the level of my knees. Next, I check out the Snappy video capture card attached to my computer. Several still frames of the ceiling in my room later, I determine the setup to be adequate, and now I will see what came from my photography practice yesterday. 9:20 p.m. - I've finished developing the film from yesterday. The shots came out quite clearly, at least the early part of the strip tease. The last few were a bit blurry, probably from my shaky hands as I stroked myself through my pants. God, what a hot looking woman. But, though she is sexy and attractive, a fertility goddess revealing her image to be loved and worshipped, I wish so very much it had been me in that room, and the black haired woman coming in to strip for me, to tease me and tempt me and take me on the hotel bed. How well I can see her, with her hair tossing back and forth as she climaxes while riding my body, back arched, nipples hard as I pull and tweak them. I add the pictures to the big pile in my shoe box in the closet, then head for bed. Tomorrow will be a long day, and hopefully an interesting day. I want to be well rested for what may come. But, in a last minute decision out of respect and desire for my black haired lover to be, I sleep nude, as I will when I sleep with her. And I quietly jerked off under the covers, sleeping in the wet stain of my climax. Monday, March 3 9:27 a.m. – I should have just crawled back into bed. It’s cloudy out, chilly now. The warmth of the past week has fled like all nice weather in the middle of winter does, hiding out until the real business of spring begins. Now we are graced with temperatures just above freezing and a wind swept rain that threatens to do the job of the street cleaners without so much fuss. Nothing to look at. No sweet ladies in skirts or short dresses, no tight blouses. Not even a high heel in shouting distance. Even my secretary wore a bulky sweater and leggings today. I’ve paced the office several times today, but the only hope I have is that she is there, waiting for me in the mall. Hope beyond hope that she is wearing something short, something sexy, something revealing. 1:45 p.m. – Hope springs eternal in the human breast. Unfortunately, there hasn’t been a breast in sight all day, and my hope is gone. The mall was a complete waste of time and effort. I spent the better part of an hour and a half passing the corridors, my duffel bag in hand. There was little to practice my camera work on, other than one or two young ladies in medium length skirts. All were wearing hose of one kind or another, so I’m doubtful the results will be anything worth mentioning. I never saw her, though at one point as I walked past the food court I thought I glimpsed her walking into the hallway to the restrooms. I waited for a while, the smell of warmed over pizza and stale coke insinuating themselves into my clothing, but if it was her she found another exit and never passed by me. I called my secretary from the cell phone, informing her that I wasn’t feeling well and would be taking the rest of the day off. Caring woman that she is, she asked if there was anything she could do for me. I thought it would be improper to suggest she wear a short skirt with no panties to work tomorrow, so I thanked her and said no. The sound of a car door from the street outside. Perhaps one of my neighbors has returned home early from work and will offer me some sort of view. More likely just the mailman delivering on his rounds. Still… you never know. 3:20 pm – It was the sight of her black truck across the street that has kept me from my journals. I went to the bedroom window when I heard the car door shut, and there she was. Standing in the rain on the granite steps of one of the townhouses across the street. Her blue parka tugged by the window, black hair alive in the movement of the air. She glanced at my house, seeming to look straight at me as I searched for the name of the people who lived in that house. George and… and… George and Bonnie. An older couple, late 40’s to around 50. George bald on top, round shaped, always with a friendly smile and a loud “hu-llooh” when I passed by. Bonnie, somewhat slimmer though with that little belly attractive older women seem to carry off so well, silver hair always done up on top of her head, blue eyes with a slight twinkle to them. The door opened, Bonnie stood there. Smiling, a warm hug. She let the dark haired woman in as I fumbled around the bed for my binoculars, then swore as I remembered that I had left them in my car. I didn’t want to go outside, for fear they would see me and know something was up. I thought frantically for a moment, then pulled the ladder down from the small crawlspace that comprised my third floor. Underneath some plastic, I dug out the old telescope. Really an astronomical model, I had luckily thought to buy a prism that would take the normally upside down image and turn it right side up. I dragged it careful down the narrow stairs, my breath hissing as I bumped it once or twice against the railing. I made sure all the lights were out, then opened the upstairs blinds wide. The street outside was quite dark for midafternoon, the street lights actually on. I placed the scope on its tripod and aimed off slightly to the right for Bonnie’s home. I had never once been inside their house, nor had I ever seen what it looked like through my binoculars, Bonnie being particularly fastidious at keeping her lace curtains closed whenever they were home. But, the front door curtain was either down or tied well aside, as were the shades to the darkened upstairs bedroom. I could see clearly to the back of Bonnie’s house, as though I was standing on the front step and using the binoculars to look in. Wonder why I hadn’t thought of this sooner? Tastefully decorated, with wall shelves full of knick-knacks and pictures of children and grandchildren, Bonnie’s house was the definition of cleanliness. Both she and the black haired woman were standing back towards the kitchen, on either side of the little bar that separated it from the dining room. The woman had removed her parka, revealing her to be wearing a mid-length skirt, lose fitting around the knees, and a tight white blouse. Bonnie herself was dressed in what could only be described as a slinky black number, a form fitting dress that revealed her slightly more generous but still attractive figure. The seemed to be talking, for a long time. A half an hour passed, with Bonnie fixing some coffee, the occasional smile between them. Still, I could not tear myself away from the scene, knowing that there must be more to this, that she was over there because she knew I was here. It was the only explanation, and I bought into it with my entire body. Finally, as they cleaned up the kitchen together, placing the coffee cups in the sink, my effort was rewarded. As the woman passed by Bonnie, Bonnie’s hands reached out, touching her on the waist. The woman turned, and in a moment they were hugging again, bodies pressed tightly to each other. Their heads turned to meet, and their lips pressed together, kissing for a long time as their hands slide down and cupped one another’s ass. When they broke from the kiss, Bonnie took her by the hand and led her towards the front door. The turned left and walked up the stairway and momentarily out of sight. I took that moment to strip naked, my cock already half erect as it lay on my thigh. When I had settled back into place, my butt on the edge of the bed, the lights had come on in the upstairs bedroom. Bonnie was walking towards the two windows, and had placed one hand upon the shades as though to draw it down when the woman stepped into view, placing her hand over Bonnie’s. I saw their lips move for a moment, the black haired woman shaking her head, Bonnie’s brows coming up, then shrugging her shoulders. The curtains stayed open. They kissed again, their hands wandering up and down the sides of each other’s bodies. The woman slowly played with the hem of Bonnie’s dress, lifting up along her legs as their hips rocked back and forth together. Bonnie’s hands slid up, caressing the woman’s breasts through the blouse, her nipples becoming hard and erect through the thin cotton material. Now Bonnie’s dress was sliding up over the round shape of her ass. Clearly she was naked under her dress, ready for this very encounter, and for a moment I wonder if George had any clue about all this. But, my mind was again distracted when the woman placed one hand on either side of Bonnie’s rear and began to caress to fleshy globes of her ass, sliding a knee between her legs and pulling Bonnie onto it. Bonnie had her head back, almost looking over her shoulder at me, and I could see her eyes were closed, her hips rocking back and forth across the woman’s legs. From behind, I could just see the beginnings of her pussy lips, a trace of silvery hair surrounding them. Like the petals of a flower, they were full and open, glinting with wet moisture that left a shiny track on the woman’s skirt. The woman reached down, and pulled Bonnie’s dress slowly up and off her body. I caught a view of the edge of Bonnie’s left breast, a very full shaped dangling mass of lovely skin tipped by a long hard nipple that was quickly swallowed up by the woman’s mouth. Bonnie caressed her hair, looking down and watching as she licked her way back and forth between her breasts. Now they danced a sensuous limbo, bodies moving gracefully over the bed, Bonnie’s naked breasts jiggling in and out of view as they swept around in a circle. Bonnie’s hair had come undone, and the long silver tresses draped across her shoulders as she fumbled for the buttons of the woman’s blouse, opening it and cupping her breasts with both hands. The woman fell back onto the bed, Bonnie following her, her soft ruby lips pressing into the woman’s neck. They rolled onto their sides next to each other, Bonnie’s mouth sliding down over the younger woman’s shoulders, her hands caressing those lovely breasts, the woman’s dark colored nipples pebbly and hard. Bonnie pressed her mouth to the tip of one, her tongue darting out to run around and around it, before her warm inviting lips closed over it, sucking it into them. I saw the woman’s back arch, her hips lifting off the bed as she forced her breast further into Bonnie’s mouth. Bonnie’s hands stills strayed, exploring this body I craved so dearly, running down her smooth belly and under the edge of her skirt. I could see the outline of her hand as it slid down between the woman’s legs, which parted wide to admit her fingers. They traced circles over her sweet spot, a loving soft stroke that left the woman trembling as Bonnie’s fingers worked her. Finally, Bonnie reached over with her other hand, and tugged the skirt down and off those soft looking thighs. As with Bonnie, she had been naked under her clothing, her body ready to accept the delicious sensations of a lover, whomever that may be. Her pussy unhindered by a trace of hair, pale pink lips wet and open, as Bonnie’s hand swept back into place, stroking slowly over her damp sex. I watched with hands holding the telescope steady, unable to tear my fingers free long enough to stroke my stiff shaft, the tip dripping pre-cum down the length. It was Bonnie who worked her way downward first. Bonnie, whose silver hair dripped over the woman’s stomach like soft velvet. Bonnie, his lips found their way to her wetness, her tongue flicking out in darting motions, running over those lips, the hard nub of clit. I came. I never once touched myself, but the unmistakable twitch of my cock followed by the spurt of white that fall to the carpet was most certainly an orgasm. And, then, of all miracles today, I stayed hard. Distracted for a moment by this event, when I turned back, the woman was bucking against Bonnie’s face, her lips shaped in a delicate O, eyes closed. She was, at that moment, the only woman in the world, and I loved her as fully as I have ever loved another person. Finally, her orgasm subsided, and Bonnie lay next to her, stroking her hair and kissing her neck. I guess they talked quietly for a while, then Bonnie nodded and stood up, walking over to the foldout doors of the closet. When she returned, she had a piece of black fabric in her hand. She lay on her back in the middle of the bed, and the woman tied the cloth over her eyes. She touched Bonnie for a short while, stroking her fingers between those silver pubes before bringing them to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick them. Then, she stood and left the bedroom and my line of sight. I kept my eyes glued to the telescope, waiting for her return, waiting to see what she would bring back with her. But, when I heard the sound of the door outside closing, I pulled free and glanced down at the street. She was halfway across, running through the rain, wearing just the parka she had left downstairs which barely covered her crotch. She ran straight up to my door below my eyes, and thrust a piece of paper through the mail slot. Then, she ran over to the truck, hopped in, and drove off into the afternoon. I raced down the stairs in time to see her taillights winking as she turned off on a side street. The piece of paper was stuck between the outer security door and the inner solid wooden door, and though I was naked I opened the inner door and pulled the paper free. It read: Go to her. Don’t dress, just your coat. Do it now, do what you know I want you to do. I will meet you on Friday at the mall for lunch if you do this for me. I grabbed my coat, and was still pulling it closed as I raced across the sidewalk and over the street. Bonnie and George’s door was unlocked, and I threw the bolt as I passed through, dropping my coat on the chair and jogging up the stairs. The room looked different from this angle, and when I glanced out the window I was relieved to see that, though my shades were open, you truly couldn’t see anything beyond the pain of glass. I had often worried about that. Bonnie lay on the bed, blindfolded, her fingers stroking her own body, rubbing her wetness. The scent of her filled my nostrils, and my cock twitched in response, still hard as it had been for so long now. She whispered one small sentence… “Take me.” I climbed on top of her, guiding my hardness between her plump thighs, parting that tangle of silvery pubic hair with the tip of my cock, thrusting into her. She came immediately, crying out as she clung to my body, telling me over and over again how good it felt, how wonderful my cock felt inside her. My cum welled up from deep inside, and as I climaxed I did so for her, and Bonnie was her, her silver hair turning black, her breasts pulling up more firmly and slightly smaller, her waist narrower. My lust and love was for her, and spilled inside her, as I moaned out my feelings with each cum spewing stroke. Finally, I pulled myself free from Bonnie’s body. She whispered quietly, “Thank you. Whenever I am home and put on the blindfold, you may come over and have me.” I kissed her cheek and left, wondering if she actually knew who I was at all. Now I was furtive as I darted across the street, my head held low, hoping no other neighbors were home to see. And so, there you have it. And here I am, unsure what is happening, lost in whatever she has planned for me. No longer hunting for views and peeks, but feeling controlled and hunted myself. 10:15 – George came home to a Bonnie modestly attired, looking healthy and demure. But, I noticed she no longer draws the shades all the way closed. And, I noticed she took him immediately to the bedroom, lowered his trousers, and took his short stout looking cock into her mouth, sucking him until he came on those ruby red lips. After that, the light went out, and I know not what else might have happened. And I. I sit here naked, cum coating my leg, softly sobbing to myself in my desire for Her. I can't stand this, I do not want to see her again. And yet… I can’t wait until Friday. Wednesday, the 5th 11:03 am - I called in sick again today. I won't be going back to work this week. My mind is too distracted, my heart to sick with need to SEE Her. Yesterday and today, I have been watching the house across the street. Bonnie went about her day as she always does, but with the shades wide open again. Several times, she has bent over, letting her skirt ride up her plump legs, showing off her thighs. Once, she grasped the hem and lifted it to her waist, sliding her hands down over the naked skin of her ass, no panties to hinder her fingers, brushing the tips through the matted and wet pubic hairs between her legs. I turned away when the phone rang. The secretary. Worried about my illness. I tried to comfort her and let her know it was all right, but the concern came through her voice like water through a filter, pure and clear. She said she might drop by, but I hardly care if she does. It would just be an unnecessary distraction at this point. Time for an early lunch, I guess. 3:45 pm - Lola did drop by, and now it seems I'm in the market for a new secretary. All around the bedroom I had left the various pictures and paraphernalia of my voyeurism. Binoculars, cameras, etc. When the doorbell rang, I was in my robe fixing myself a drink. I walked to the front door and opened it, to see my secretary standing there with a smile. Not sure what to do, I invited her in. "You really shouldn't be out of bed, you look terrible," she said to me. How could I tell her it was simply days of masturbating and fantasizing about a woman I hardly knew? Lack of sleep coupled with an unmet sexual need could turn the strongest person into an invalid. She fixed me some chicken noodle soup, sweet woman that she is. I had trouble taking my eyes of her ass, the way it swayed back and forth across the kitchen under her long skirt. Then, she guided me up to my bedroom to serve my meal, and I, in my infinite wisdom, didn't even have the forethought to object, forgetting the state I had left my room in. She stopped only a few steps into the bedroom. Ontop of the dresser lay, quite openly and visible, pictures of women, and she turned to pick them up. As she thumbed through them, I knew I was blushing furious, and a sinking feeling thrust through my chest like a knife. I could tell when she came across the photos I had taken of her from the office, shots of her thighs, her panties visible. Pictures down her shirt as she would bend forward to pick something up. She put the pictures down, and I thought her hands shook slightly as I sagged down onto the bed. "You like looking at me?" I couldn't tell if it was a question or simply a statement of disbelief. "You could have had me anytime you wanted," she was continuing. "Do you think I dress like this for just anyone?" She was holding a picture of herself in a very short skirt, black panties covering her crotch as she was turning to stand up. "Did you ever want me?" So quiet was her voice, I hardly heard the question. She was staring at me, her eyes slightly wet from tears. "Do you ever want me?" She grabbed the front of her blouse, ripping it open, several buttons flying across the room. She wore no bra beneath the thin material, and I was surprised how much larger her breasts were than I expected, dangling down, topped by large, dark nipples. "Do you want me?" She yanked her skirt and panties down to the floor, and reached over to pull my robe open, grabbing my already hard cock with her hands as she moved to straddle my body. I felt the tickle of her dark pubic hair on the head of my shaft, then the warm wetness of her pussy as it engulfed me, sliding deep into her as she thrust downwards onto me. "Do you… do you.." her voice trailing off as she rode me, cupping her breasts, riding my cock fast and hard until, her hands falling to support herself on my chest, she came, screaming out her pleasure as she rubbed furiously against my pubis, her hips moving back and forth frantically. She collapsed onto my body, sobbing gasps of warm air in my ear as she slowed her motions. I began to move my own hips, my cock still rigid in her pussy. Her body pulled back off mine, and she climbed off, leaving me laying there covered with her smell, cock standing straight up and coated with the sweetness of her juices. "I don't want you," she said, gathering up her clothing. "I quit." She left the room, and a minute later I heard the front door slam shut, a car start up and drive off down my street. I turned to watch her tail lights flicker away down the street, and noticed that Bonnie was staring out her window as well. Slowly she turned back into the house, revealing her naked body, hardened nipples topping her breasts. She put the blindfold on, and lay down on her bed, her fingers sliding between her legs to stroke herself. I put on my pants and shirt, cock uncomfortably hard in my jeans, and with a lurch in my chest, I went over. Friday Noon - I'm waiting for her in the food court. I know it's where she will look for me, it's where I first saw her. No one else will do, I realize. All the other skirts on this beautiful day, and none for me to enjoy. Just Her. I've been fired. My secretary quit with several invectives to my supervisor, and he apparently found some photos in my desk. I hadn't left any there, so I'm sure she took them when she left the house and put them in my drawers for him to find. It doesn't matter. I don't blame her at all, I blame myself for not realizing how much she liked me. Things might have been different had I known. But, now all I want is Her. Her black hair dangling down around my face as she rides me. Her body underneath mine, her sighs and moans in my ear. No one else matters and no one else will do. There she is. Standing near the stores, staring towards me. Very short tennis skirt again, tight t-shirt, nipples visible through it. All the men staring at her as they walk by, sometimes bumping into each other. She flashes a smile, and turns to walk away, glancing back over her shoulder at me. So I follow. 1:15 - Standing in an alley next to the mall. She led me all through the mall, into various stores. She would keep glancing over her shoulder at me and smiling, but always speeding up if I got too close. In Victoria's Secrets, she picked up some lingerie and headed to the dressing rooms. I positioned myself near the entrance to the rooms, but not too close. She pushed open her door a crack after the saleswoman left her alone, and I watched her reflection in the mirror as she undressed, having to do nothing more than pull her shirt up and off, and tug her skirt down. Her body lithe, full, ripe. Smallish nipples on her firm breasts, jutting out hard. No pubic hair now, freshly shaven lips which, with a smile at me in the mirror, she reached between her legs to part, running a finger between them, then placing it in her mouth to suck clean. Another store. A curtained dressing room, curtain left open wide this time. Trying on jeans, not removing her skirt, her back turned as she hiked it to her waist to lift the jeans up, flashing her ass to everyone who looked, but to me especially. The saleswoman bustling over and informing her she was being peaked at, closing her curtain with a smile as she winked at me. Bending over in the bookstore, showing her ass as I stood at the end of the aisle from her. Scooting down, parting her legs, and looking me in the eye as she stroked her wet sex, fingering her naked pussy, her eyes half closed, gasping softly. Finally, leading me down an access hall and out into this alley where I stand watching her right now. She's bent over a railing, her skirt up around her waist. Her shirt removed, breasts dangling down below her black hair. A man stands behind her, naked, a long hard cock jutting from between his legs. He holds the shaft in his hand, stroking it over her ass, whispering things to her which I cannot hear. He pulls back, motioning to me. 2:00 - They are gone, and I'm sitting in my car watching mothers and wives come and go from the parking lot. And I remember her. I remember walking up behind her, taking my cock from my pants, and burying it in her wetness from behind. I remember the way I could feel her fingers, stroking her clit and brushing against my shaft as I fucked her, her fingers sending shocks through my cock as her pussy gripped me, sucking me into her as deeply and tightly as I have ever been blessed. I remember the man, walking around in front of her, placing his cock in her mouth. The muffled gasps of her climax flowing around his stiff cock as she rode each of us at either end of herself, a flood of moist juice flowing out around my cock with her orgasm. I remember the way that her pussy, pulsing down on my cock when she came, caused me to be forced out, only in my haste and lust to slam back into her tight ass, punching through the puckered anus that sent a wail through her lips. For a moment, I thought she would pull off me, turn and hit me, but she thrust back hard against my cock, and her muffled words said, "fuck my ass hard." I remember that I did. Perhaps ten deep, hard strokes into that luscious rear end, before I groaned with my climax, my hot cum filling her ass, pulling out to let it drip down her leg. The man had already cum as well, and I could see her mouth working to swallow his seed, a few white drips clinging around her lips. I pulled her upright from behind, preparing to turn her and kiss her and tell her how much I loved her. But, she kissed the man, kissed him hard and passionately, and their whispered words came to my ear, thrusting a knife into my heart. "I love you, sweetie." Her words to him. "I love you, darling wife." His words to her. I think they were turning to talk to me, but I was already stumbling back into the building, pulling my pants up over my limp, stinking cock. Somehow I staggered back through the mall, feeling the eyes upon me as they saw my disheveled state, smelled the sweat and sex on my body. So, I just sit here, smoking cigarettes, watching the women come and go. I don't want to go home again. I have to see them again, see all the women I have missed this last week. See their skirts and panties, see their bras. See their breasts and pussies and asses. There, there is a lovely lady. I watch her get into her car, and catch the flash of her legs as she turns to get in, maybe just a tease of panties. Her full breasts jiggling slightly as she pulls the seat belt into place. Are those nipples hard? I could see them better if I could wipe away the tears. Copyright 1998, J.Reynolds -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----