0 comments/ 36756 views/ 1 favorites First Time Voyeur By: FCGuy It was the spring of my 19th year. I had just come home from classes at the local community college. I was in my bedroom relieving myself when a bright blue van pulled up right in front of my window. I could easily see inside the vehicle. The driver wore a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to encase a pack of cigarettes under each and baggy jeans. He was maybe 5'9" and thin. He looked like he might be a swimmer. He appeared to be about 18 as did his female companion seated behind him. She was approximately 5'4" and was wearing a red t-shirt and white shorts. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra. But, she was wearing white bikini panties. Her tits were huge. It was difficult to judge from 20 yards away. But, she looked to be at least a 38D. They stood straight as did my now swollen cock still in my hand from being relieved. It had been five minutes and I was very hard. Her nipples were big, too, poking through the flimsy cotton material. After parking the van directly in front of my window, offering me a perfect view of what was about to happen, the young man climbed in the back and kissed his female friend on the lips. She had her right hand on the small of his back, her left groping his ass. His hands immediately wandered up her shirt and fondled her breasts. She kept trying to get her hand down his pants. But he kept denying her as his other hand found its way down her shorts to grope her pussy. My dad was home from work then so I called him into my room to see what was happening. 15 minutes had elapsed since this began and I was still rock hard. My dad asked what happened so I filled him in as the young couple caressed each other's privates, losing clothing very fast. Within two minutes both were nude and fondling each other between the legs. Dad and I couldn't believe what was happening. I had never seen anything like this, and he obviously enjoyed watching almost as much as I did. The young man laid her down on the floor of the van and immediately began slipping his medium-sized but very hard penis in her vagina. She lifted her hips slightly to allow him easier access as he thrust in her very hard. I could hear her moan already as her hips tuned enough for me to see her big juicy ass. She wasn't necessarily fat. But, she wasn't much of an exercise fanatic, either. By this time, my cock was squirting cum in my hand. My hand, by now, was very sore. I didn't care. I was enjoying my first voyeuristic experience. About 25 minutes into this, my dad told me he'd had enough and excused himself from my room as the van as rocking back and forth now while the young ladyy was in obvious ecstasy with her young lover fucking her senseless. He would thrust harder and harder and she would claw his ass with her fingers. Not the nails. Just the fingers. Neither of them seeming to care about physical pain just so they could enjoy melding from two into one. I finally stopped coming 35 minutes into the session. My hand was now sore and very sticky from this activity as the young man finally turned her over and banged her doggystyle. Something she seemed to enjoy even more than missionary as this allowed her to give him room to explore her swollen wet pussy. After five minutes of this, the young man seemed to realize what time it was and hurriedly pulled out of her, as if he needed to hurry home before his girlfriend caught the two of them, leaving a trail of cum on the middle of her back. They quickly redressed. I got to see her pussy closer before she put on her panties again, however. It was enormous and hairy! I got even harder at the sight of her swollen snatch. I wanted to fuck her now! Oh, if only! I had always loved hairy pussies. I still do! I never could understand why a woman felt the need to shave her vagina. I guess it's because the first one I remember seeing was on a Playboy Playmate 10 years earlier, and hers was big and hairy! A couple of minutes later they drove away. I had hoped they'd return for an encore soon. But, they never did. I couldn't be mad, though. I was now a voyeur and hooked on it! First Time Voyeur I hadn't considered myself an exhibitionist until leasing a private home for 45 days for an out of state assignment with my company. I'm now 34 and this happened last year, late May through mid-July, when the project was to be completed. The home was in a suburban neighborhood. Each home was surrounded by six-foot high wooden fences, and most surrounding houses were one-story structures. Just behind my rental, though, was a two story home, the rear of which faced my home. I didn't need to leave for work until 9:30 each morning. I'm sort of a routine guy. I was up regularly at 5:30 a.m. and jogged for a couple of miles, strip off my gear and sat in the back patio's hot tub for a half hour. I was still a marginal smoker at that time and enjoyed a cigarette in the morning, another at night, always on that patio. The fourth or fifth day of this, I had just crawled out of the hot tub and lit up, looking at the rental's well trimmed backyard. I glanced up to the top window of the two story home just one door to my right. The sun wasn't yet over the early horizon, but I had no trouble seeing in the early dimness. I hadn't noticed it previously because half that house is hidden by an large oak. The far upstairs bedroom window offered a clear view right down to where I stood on the patio. Behind the window, a young naked girl leaned against the window frame and looked down at me. Not wanting to know I realized she was there, I didn't turn to look back. I rolled my eyes toward the window to watch her as she gazed down to my nude body. My dick began to swell. She had light skin and I believed her long hair to be blond, but the early morning light plays color tricks on the eyes. I held my head down, but eyes rolled up to continue watching her as I turned my body full front toward her and walked from the patio to the center of the back yard. I flicked away the cigarette and pretended I was looking instead at the flowers alongside the fence. She stroked her breasts and a hand went to her groin as she masturbated. I gripped my cock and masturbated as well. I didn't orgasm, but apparently she did. Her body shuddered and she leaned an arm against the window frame as it feeling subsided. She walked away and didn't return to the window. I didn't have a watch but I'd guess the entire episode lasted no more than five minutes. Before leaving for my morning run the next day, I walked to the patio to check whether she might again be at the window. She wasn't. But when I returned and got into the hot tub, she was at the window again. This time, she wore blue-patterned pajamas. I stood in the tub, leaning my butt against its edge, my body facing hers. Again, I didn't look directly at her but could see her easily. A dim light had been placed somewhere in the room to give me an even clearer view. She slowly removed her pj top, then her bottoms and pressed her breasts against the glass as she massaged her pussy. Now in the faint glow of her unseen lamp, I could see that her hair wasn't blond, but instead more of a light reddish tone. Her groin was shaven. I stepped out of the hot tub, walked around it and turned toward her and stroked my pole. I looked up, letting her know I was aware she was there. She licked her lips and nodded an "okay," letting me know I was welcomed into her secret ceremony. We both came at about the same time. This time, we stared back for a minute or so. Then, she waved and walked back into her room, out of sight. She was there for the next three mornings but never at night. The following morning I was up a half hour later than usual and changed my habit by jogging around the block just once so I would be back for our daily ritual. I was huffing past their home when a Prius was pulling back out of the garage, a man in his mid-forties behind the wheel. I stopped and stood aside at the curb as he backed onto the street. He stopped, leaned a hand out his car's window and shook mine. We talked for a couple of minutes and he told me where he worked, how long they'd lived there and that he had a wife and a 19 year daughter attending a local flight school. The daughter's name was Brenda. And now I had a name to go with the face and figure. She certainly wasn't old enough to be the mom of the house, whom I still hadn't met. When I returned naked onto the patio, she was already in place. This time, though, she had raised the window, leaving no glass between us. She held up a hand-lettered sign reading, "Saw you talking with Dad." She laid aside the sign, and made a full turn to give me her full view. Then she picked up another sign, reading, "We can't meet. Is this okay instead?" I nodded a "yes." We didn't masturbate during those few minutes, just stood looking at the other. This happened almost every morning but never on weekends, for reason or reasons I never learned. Two days before the company project was to be completed and I would be moving, I held up a sign for her with my phone number in the event she cared to talk on the phone. I then held up my second crude sign, saying I had to move on Saturday morning. For whatever reasons, she didn't call. That was my only regret. But I enjoyed the brief voyeurism and exhibitionism that made my time away from my home far more pleasurable than I would've guessed.