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The Accidental Voyeur

By: Jeepers Peepers



I am back with a couple more accounts from my voyeur adventures. If you read my previous submissions you know my story. If not, please check out the introduction to story #1 to learn more about me and my stories. If you simply can’t wait to get to it, then suffice it to say that everything here – as in my previous submissions – is a true account of my real life adventures in voyeurism. 

For this first one I would like to relay a compilation of several short voyeur experiences I have managed over the years. These are not long enough to put into a single story, but they stand out in my mind and I think you will enjoy them. Unlike previous stories these experiences were unexpected surprises or views I captured with little or no effort.

Voyeur 1 –

Years ago I lived in a house in a different part of the city. My next door neighbors were a married couple in their fifties. Their kids had moved out and they were living in a large house by themselves. They rented a basement room to a very attractive, nice, single girl. We exchanged pleasantries from time to time, but nothing more.

One night, I was just finishing up some work in my garage. It was summer and warm so I had the overhead door opened to the night air. I was doing some woodworking, and had put some things outside on the grass to air dry. As I finished cleaning up, I brought everything inside that was on the grass. As I picked up the last item, a breeze caught a small tarp and blew it into the neighbor’s bushes. I put my project inside the garage then return to retrieve the tarp. 

As I stepped into the neighbors yard to get the tarp I was standing next to the one of the basement’s sunken windows. I reached out to take the tarp off the top of the bush and out of the corner of my eye I saw a bare ass inside the basement room. It was obviously female. I grabbed the tarp and immediately crouched down to get a better look. 

There before me was the Brunette who rented the room. She was changing clothes and stood next to the bathroom completely nude. At first her ass was facing me, but soon she turned into the bedroom area from the bathroom. As she turned I got a full frontal of her B cup sized breasts. She had a dark competition (Mediterranean or something) which really set her looks off nicely. She was holding some jeans at waist level so at that point all I could was from the waist up. 

The top of the window obstructed my view of her face, so I could see her only from the shoulders down. That told me that she could not see me at all. I was safe, so checked around me to see if anyone was approaching and looked back into her room. She then took the jeans in both hands to put them on. As she did I got a clear look at her pussy, straight on. She was completely shaved (except for a racing stripe) and her lips were set tight and close between her thighs. Except for a slight spread were her clit was, her pussy resembled a little girls. She pulled her pants on (no underwear – I love when a girl does that) and walked out the door. I went back into the house with a great image in my mind.

I ever saw her only twice again before I moved. The place I had to watch her from was very exposed. I figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to get caught in my own neighborhood so I was always extremely careful when I tried to catch her. I will never forget the sight of that awesome pussy though.

Voyeur 2 –

I got up in the middle of the night to pee at about 3:00 AM. I stumbled down the stairs and to the bathroom, half asleep. I finished and, more awake now, I walked back to bed. As I passed the window at the top of the stairs I looked out, and down, towards the neighbor’s house. I was jolted wide wake by the sight I saw.

Directly below me, facing the mirror over the sink stood the stewardess that rented a room in the neighbor’s house. She was naked and had obviously just finished a shower. She had small tits (I prefer large – but who am I…) and a pretty nice little body. She was petite, foreign, and pretty nice looking. I had seen her tanning in the yard before, so I had a good idea about her body. She didn’t disappoint me.

As she stood there I could see her directly from the waist up. Then I noticed that I could see down to her mid thighs if I looked at her reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t see her ass, but I could see her crouch pressed against the edge of the counter as she looked closely in the mirror. As she stepped back I could see her fluffy pubes curling out from between her thighs. I could also see her perky little breasts standing straight out from her chest. 

What a great surprise this was. She switched the light off as she left the bathroom. I returned to bed and had a great wank over the images racing through my head. I observed her many more times after that. Always just doing her thing in front of the mirror, but always a welcome sight if I caught her in the middle of the night on the way to the toilet.

Voyeur 3 –

I was returning home late after a night out. At the time, I was staying at my mother’s house. She had an old friend visiting from out of town along with her friend’s daughter. Her daughter was around thirty and not bad looking at all. 

As I walked up to the front door I reached into my pants pocket to get my keys. They were not in the pocket I usually keep them in. This caused me to stop as I searched my other pockets for the keys. After a brief search I located my keys, pulled them out, and looked up as I intended to step up to the door and go in. As I looked up my sight crossed the window next to the door where the daughter was staying. The blinds were open slightly and the light was still on. I stepped closer to the window and peered inside. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

As I looked in I saw the girl lying on the bed, on top of the blankets. She was naked and on her side facing more or less in my direction. She was reading a book. Her breasts looked very full as she lay there reading. She was holding the book with one hand and had the other stretched down her side and over her hip. Because her legs were together, all I could really see of her were her breasts. I stood there watching and enjoying the sight of the body I had admired since she arrived a week before.

As I stood there I started to notice that the wrist on the arm at her side was moving a little. Her hand was draped over her butt as she lay there. I continued to watch and soon realized that she was actually moving her hand slowly. Then I realized that she was actually playing with her pussy from behind. She apparently was just tickling it as she read. I continued my vidual and she got more active with her hand. 

I had been watching this scene for maybe five minutes, hoping she would roll over and get serious about masturbating herself. She never did. But she did do something I will never forget. After about 5 minutes of diddling herself, she brought her hand up to her face and she sniffed her finger. Then she put it behind herself again and fiddled for another second or two. She then brought her hand back to her face and licked her finger. My cock was throbbing at this point and I took it out of my pants still hoping for a masturbation show.

I stayed there another few minutes and brought myself off as I watched her lick her finger several more times. She didn’t do anything more to herself, but after a while she did get off the bed and go out of the room to the bathroom. As she did I got a decent glimpse of a hairy blond pussy. I used this chance to get inside the house so that she would not guess I had been outside.

My mother’s friend and daughter left a few days later. Every night until they left I would slip out the back door and take up my position at her window. Without fail she would play with herself every night as she read. She was never in a different position and always licked her finger while she did it. I found it odd that she would never change positions and always used only her middle finger. 

One day while she was out, I went into her room to see what she was reading. I expected a romance novel or something. Instead it was some miscellaneous work of non-fiction and not in the least bit sensual. Whatever floats your boat I guess.

The Accidental Voyeur



I couldn't help myself. I'd never seen a man's body before, so I just couldn't help it. There he was, getting changed in his bedroom and I couldn't look away. I was rooted to the spot, watching from the window of my own bedroom. A voyeur. A spy. A peeping Tom... or whatever the female equivalent is called.

It's John; my next door neighbour. Completely unsuspecting and completely unaware of his hidden watcher, he calmly walked into his bedroom, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he strode confidently in. His bedroom, yes. His inner sanctum. His haven. The only place in his entire house, where he's guaranteed privacy. Free from the prying eyes of his parents, his sisters, his entire family. But not free from my eyes. And I can't tell whether it's this invasion of privacy or that sudden, unexpected... foretaste?

Yes. Foretaste. The implicit promise of more. I've seen bare chests before, obviously. It can't be this that caused the quickening of my blood, the catch in my throat, the surge in my... It can't just be his chest. It's the fear, the anticipation, the hope... the hope... that his jeans will follow.

He crossed the room calmly, dropping his t-shirt to the floor and opening up his wardrobe. A fresh shirt is selected and tossed onto the bed, and I hold my breath in fear that he might put it on and leave again. But a fresh pair of jeans was also selected and deposited by the shirt. He crouched out of sight for a moment, leaving me anguished and bereft before reappearing with – oh, yes! – clean underwear and socks. Oh, please don't step outside the range of this too limited frame, this tiny window into your private, private world. I want to see. I want to see everything.

He closed his wardrobe door and stood in front of the mirror for a long moment, studying his reflection. I wonder if he's being critical with himself. Studying his slim frame and wishing for more muscle, perhaps? Or admiring his upper body?

The mirror offered me a grand perspective – both front and rear, at the same time. His back and his chest are displayed to my own critical judgement and I reflected that while he possibly could use some more muscle definition, he doesn't suffer from the lack of it. He is lean and powerful. Like a cat, or... or a wolf. Yes, like a wolf. I had never before seen any kind of feline grace in him, but now I think that there is perhaps something canine in him. Slightly clumsy, but lithe with it.

With a half-formed feeling of solidarity, I unbuttoned my shirt to expose the front of my own upper body to the afternoon air, then unhooked my bra and allowed both shirt and bra to hang off my shoulders. My fingers skated lightly across my erect nipples. And I thrilled to that sensation, as he continued to undress.

He kicked off his shoes, then unbuckled his belt and slipped his jeans down over his hips. He continued to watch himself as he straightened up and stepped out of them, then kicked them away. His legs are strong and corded, I noticed and I thrilled to this further revelation. I know his leanness isn't that of a runner, because I never see him run. I never see him jog. But he walks for hours and hours. He has a dog the he exercises daily and he never, never, never tires.

I found myself staring at his crotch and I lick my lips in anticipation. He was wearing tight boxer shorts that fit the curve of his buttocks perfectly. So perfectly that from behind, he might as well already be naked. But in front... for the moment, I had to content myself with the sight of his penis, still contained within its pouch. Within its nest, I couldn't help thinking. The metaphor appealed to me. I could see how it curled outward and downward and I wondered how comfortable it was. And even as I thought this, he slipped both hands inside the waistband of his boxers and adjusted it. Rearranged it. Found a more comfortable resting position.

It was pointing upwards, now. Still curling slightly, but pointing upwards and held flat against his body. There was less of a bulge, but the shape was more clearly revealed and I couldn't help thinking how much better... how much nicer... it looked, that way. 

"He moved his penis," it belatedly occured to me. "Even as I watched, he put his hand on his bare penis and adjusted it." Such a simple thing to do. And presumably, so commonplace that he doesn't even think about it. But such a private thing, despite that. I closed my eyes and replayed that tiny little movement, that tiny little change. And in my imagination, it became... more... Did his hands linger on it as he adjusted it? Did he, in fact, really need to use both hands? Did he caress himself? And was it slightly bigger after he had made the adjustment?

I opened my eyes again, just in time to see him slide his boxers down and step out of them. He slipped off his socks at the same time and straightened up once more, and for a long moment, all I could see was the unbroken expanse of flesh that ran from the back of his neck right down to his heels. My eyes travelled slowly, lingeringly, right down his back. His spine, his ribs, his buttocks... his calves, his legs... and back up again.

His buttocks. His bum. His arse. I tried out each word in my head hesitantly, before settling on the last one. Yes. His arse. Such a surprise to see it look so... so firm. So juicy. I couldn't help smiling to myself as it occured to me that it would be so nice to take it in my hands and squeeze it... to bite it, even. Mmm. To have him lying on a bed before me... face down so I can sink my teeth in just enough to leave a mark, then to move back and watch that mark fade away. My mark. Mine. On his arse.

I tore my eyes away from his arse only with great reluctance, but I reminded myself that there was more to be seen now. Now he was naked and standing in front of a mirror and I wanted to see everything... and I could see everything. I could see his penis. 

It wasn't pointing upwards, any more. Freed from the constraints of those tight boxers, it was hanging freely and pointing at the floor. There it was. I'd never seen a penis before. Even just a couple of minutes ago, when it was still covered up, I hadn't really seen anything new. I had, after all, seen countless boys in trunks at swimming pools, or on the beach. But I had never before, had the inclination to really pay attention. Never looked. Never thought of looking. Never seen a semi-naked boy since I started thinking of them in sexual terms. Until now.

He was looking at it, himself. Admiring, it, studying it... almost as if he too was fascinated by it. As if he too, was seeing it for the first time and committing every little detail of it to memory. Its crown of dark, curly hair. Its shape. Its vibrant colours. Still looking at it in the mirror, he turned to the side and revealed it to me in profile, now. It looked bigger somehow, from that angle. He faced the mirror once more, and the foreshortening effect robbed it once more of girth and length, but then he turned in the opposite direction and revealed the other profile to me.

His hands had hung by his sides so far, but then he raised one and cupped the dark pouch that hung just behind his penis and fondled it caressingly. I wondered if he was checking for lumps. He could have merely been examining himself. I knew this, but it was just about possible that he was... It was possible that he might be about to... Perhaps this was a prelude to... Perhaps...

And then my doubts were gone. He really was! His other hand came up and closed slowly and tentatively round the shaft of his penis and started to massage it very gently and tenderly. He was, I realised, about to do what I had hardly dared to hope for, but had thirsted for since he had first stripped off that t-shirt. Still standing in profile and still watching himself, he began to masturbate. To... play with himself. To... wank? Yes. To wank. It was a good word. He was wanking, even as I watched him.

I stared intently as his cock swiftly filled out and straightened up and his hand tightened on his shaft and started pumping violently. His other hand clamped on his testic... on his balls and adopted the same rhythm of his wanking. Squeezing and squeezing. I wanted him to slow down. I wanted to watch him in intimate close-up. I wanted to see every twitch, every squeeze, every caress. I wanted to see his glans being revealed in all its angry, red finery as his foreskin slipped back over the ridge, then forward again to cover it. Back and forth, back and forth. I wanted to see it all.

I saw myself taking over. Oiling him and coating his cock... yes, his cock... with his own juices. I saw myself stepping up behind him and pressing myself up against his naked body, then reaching round to grasp him. I saw my own hand sliding down that slippery pole and teasing out every single gasp and twitch and...

His hand left his balls and travelled up his stomach and chest to find a nipple and circle it lovingly with a fingertip. His other hand stopped its pumping and left his cock to travel down between his legs for a moment. His mouth parted, his eyes closed and his hand returned to his cock to pump it swift and hard three times, then travel back down again. His eyes clenched tight, then opened once more. And then he looked up and suddenly, shockingly, he doubled up and dropped to the floor, clamping both hands around his groin.

I saw his cock vanish beneath those hands, even as his entire body dropped out of sight and I stepped forward in surprise and concern. Had he hurt himself? He had certainly been very energetic and I couldn't help thinking that maybe he'd caused some damage. And I stepped closer to the window to try and look into his room.

His face appeared at his own window without warning. I gasped and stepped back, but it was too late. I had been seen.

For a long moment, we stared at each other. He looked angry and embarrassed and humiliated, all at the same time. I could see these warring emotions on his face, from just a few feet away. He was crouched down, hiding his lower body from sight, while I was revealed in my entirety. I struggled to think of something to say that wouldn't damn myself further. I wondered if he was still erect.

His eyes shifted, slightly. A brief glance downwards, then back up at my face. Then again. A longer, more lingering look this time. I glanced down to see what he was looking at, and realised that he was looking at my bare breasts; my nipples erect and pink and betraying my own arousal. In shock, I grabbed my shirt and closed it over them.

I looked back at him, just as the irony hit me and I couldn't stop myself from smiling quickly. His own, answering smile was just as quick and I was relieved to note that the colour was fading slowly from his face and the anger was gradually being replaced by a more questioning... more appraising look. I let the edges of my shirt go, but otherwise stood still. He looked downward once more, but saw nothing more immodest than the valley between my breasts. He looked at my face once more. I summoned up my courage and opened my shirt... then slipped both shirt and bra off my shoulders. And then, slowly... very slowly... almost like he was ready to take flight at any second... he stood up and revealed himself to me once more.

I looked down at his cock... no, his penis... it had softened while he had crouched down out of sight. I smiled at it, then cupped my breasts, like I was offering them to him. It occurred to me that for the first time ever, someone was looking at my nipples and admiring them sexually and so I encircled them with thumbs and forefingers. And as I did so, I watched as slowly... very slowly... his penis twitched, filled out and gradually became a cock once more.

And only when it was fully erect, did he put his hand on it again, and allow me to watch as he brought himself to a powerful, beautiful orgasm.



The Accidental Voyeur



Let me start by saying that I really don't know why I did it. Why I even stepped outside just at that moment. I mean, I know why I stepped outside, I was aggravated and wanted to cool off instead of picking the same fight like I always do. Because I'm tired of the freaking Ultimate Fight Championship, and I'm tired of High Life Beer, and I'm tired of "Babe, you're blocking the TV!" every time I try to have a normal human interaction with my husband. God knows why I even try anymore, it's not like he's interested in anything that's going on in my life - it's not like there even is anything going on in my life. I mean, I like Dancing with the Stars and all but I'd rather go dancing with him, if he would get his ass off the couch.

So I stepped outside, because I knew if I didn't we'd end up getting into it again, it's the same fight, every week, we are living in sitcom reruns, and it sucks. I'm not the brightest bulb on the tree, but I am smart enough to know that getting married at 19 was way too young, I know it now, 15 years later, but back then I was too in love with being in love to pay attention to the nagging doubts. A word of advice - not that you probably need it - watch out for those nagging doubts, cause they are watching out for you. It seems like the harder you try to ignore them, the more they multiply, and before you know it they've pretty much taken over and turned everything sour.

I didn't used to be like this, I swear to god I was a nice person at one time. Now I can't remember the last conversation I had with some one where I wasn't complaining about Brian, or the weather, or the state of the world, or whatever. Whatever. I get so tired of feeling like that I could scream. Usually, though, I just step outside. I don't smoke, except when I do, but I keep a pack of cigarettes around, just in case I need an excuse.

It was kind of cool that night and I hadn't put on my jacket when I went out on the porch. I was still too pissed to go in and get it. You know the kind of pissed, when you can't help slamming things around and moving really jerky and quick - what Brian calls "havin' a bug up your ass." God I hate it when he says that to me, it's just plain ignorant.

I decided I'd walk around the house, thinking it would warm me up and give me a chance to clear my head. We live kind of out of the way, on the side of a hill, we share a driveway with one other house, but that's it, no streetlights or fences or anything. It's pretty quiet, especially since Kathy moved out of the other house. We were friendly and she would come over sometimes and listen to me bitch, bless her heart, but she got a job in Austin and that was the end of that.

Another woman moved in, but she never did more than nod when she passed by our house, so we didn't take the trouble to get to know her. I was kind of curious about her, probably just because she kept her distance. I have to admit I have this habit of making up stories about people, just in my head, so it's no harm done. I know it's kind of silly and childish, but it passes the time, kind of like soap operas, or those cheap romance novels my grandmother was always reading.

So I had a bunch of stories about the mysterious lady next door floating around in my head - she's a fugitive bank robber, hiding out from the law - she's the ex-girlfriend of some kind of crime-lord in the witness protection program - she's an FBI agent on the trail of a serial killer, like Jodie Foster in Silence of the Lambs - stuff like that.

I was walking around in the dark, distracting myself with my tall tales, and I noticed that there were two cars parked next to her house, when usually it's just the one. Now, I'm not nosey, but I did get interested, probably because I had just been thinking about my neighbor's secret life, and how it was so much more exciting than my own little ho-hum small town life.

It was weird to see another car there, because she rarely has anyone over, and I don't recall ever seeing another car there that late in the evening. Not that it was really late, but it was after dark, and a week night - a time when most people are settling in for the night, wherever they are. Another thing that struck me as odd was that there didn't seem to be any lights on, anywhere in the house, not even the porch light. And if there were two people in there, what were they doing with no lights on?  

I know what you're thinking. But, at this point, I can honestly say that sex was about the farthest thing from my mind. It had been so long since I even thought about having sex with Brian, it didn't even occur to me that other people may have been going on about their business and having sex lives in spite of me and my situation. I did like having sex, but that was a long time ago, and even though I do my wife-ly duty - that's about all the further we go with it. Brian's a three minute man on a good day, and we don't see many good days around here, thanks to Miller Brewing Company, if you know what I mean.

I was more concerned about things like - what if the serial killer found out she was on to him, or the crime-lord sent his goons to "take care" of the loose ends. Before I knew it I was standing right up behind the two cars. From there I could see that the blind on her window was halfway up and there did seem to be a dull glow in the room, some sort of light, but not bright like a lamp would have been.

I took a few more steps hoping that I wasn't going to hear any muffled screams or chainsaws gunning. I saw a quick movement, just a shadow, really, on the far wall. And I heard something, but I wasn't quite sure what it was, it could have been something dropped to the floor, like a book or a board, I just couldn't be certain, so I moved forward just a few more steps. I was totally freaked out, I can tell you, something was going on in there and I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I just had to know what it was!

A split second later I heard a man's voice, but I couldn't hear what he said. Then I saw the movement and heard the sound again. It took me a second to realize that the movement was actually a reflection in a big mirror that was leaning up against the far wall. I hadn't see any people yet, just the movement in the mirror. I knew there was definitely someone in there, though. . Then a woman's voice rang out "I..I don't know!"

I was already in front of the two cars by this time, only a few yards from the window and the hair on the back of my neck was standing up. I had to clamp my mouth shut to keep my teeth from chattering, and it wasn't from the cold! That sound again, but this time there were several, close together.

I could see into the mirror on the far wall now and I couldn't believe what I was seeing! A woman, my neighbor, was lying face down with her ass in the air, naked as a jay-bird, except for a black rope that was tied around her wrists and hanging down her back. And behind her was a man, but I couldn't see his face in the mirror, and he was spanking her bottom like nobody's business!! She was moaning and tugging at the rope, but not really making much of an effort to get away.

I just couldn't comprehend what was going on. He stopped spanking her after what seemed like forever and put his hand over where he'd just spanked and kind of caressed her. He said something to her, then he moved his hand down, out of view of the mirror, and I looked at the ground, imagining how embarrassed I would be if some one touched me that way.

But of course I looked back up, I had never in my entire life seen such behavior. I've seen pornos, of course, Brian used to love to call me into the computer room when he'd found some nasty display of lesbian anal virgins assaulted by dildos, or horny young house wives being gangbanged. I would usually smack him on the back of the head and stomp out in disgust, listening to him laughing and telling me I had a bug up my ass again.

This was totally different, these were real people, and one of them was my neighbor!! I could hear her voice clearly, "I don't know how I did it, I don't know. Please!" The man was talking to her again and suddenly he started spanking her even harder than the first time. She squealed and twisted this time, I know it must have hurt her, because it sure didn't sound very nice. She kept sinking lower and lower, trying to get away I guess, until I couldn't even see her, because of the angle of the mirror. 

The man moved as she moved staying right with her, but finally he stopped and I heard him say "Is it too much?" His voice was deep, sometimes it was hard to make out the words, but I could hear the tone of it. I would have though he was a gentle person from the sound of his voice, but he sure did spank the hell out of my neighbor.

I don't know why, but I was starting to feel protective of my neighbor by that time. Just who was this guy and what did she do to deserve this kind of treatment? I felt sorry for her because I could hear her sobbing as he spanked her and I remembered being a kid and getting spanked and how it not only hurt, but it was humiliating too.

I heard her say "No, it's not." but I could tell that she was bluffing, her voice sounded sulky. I couldn't see anything so I stepped to the side of the window. Now I could actually see them both in the flesh, not just as reflections in the mirror. I felt a new surge of excitement, and went through another bout of disbelief at the whole situation and realized that I couldn't stop myself from looking, I literally could not stand to look away. I was afraid that he was going to start laying into her again, because she lied to him and said it wasn't too much for her. I felt like I had to stay and keep an eye on him, to make sure he didn't really hurt her. At least that's how I justified it in my head.

For the moment he seemed fairly content just touching her as she was lying there, he was looking down at her with such tenderness, you'd never have thought only a minute before he had been wailing on her like a madman. She was so still I was concerned that she might not be breathing so I moved I little closer to the window, which was a mistake. The light of the candles must have reflected on my face or something. He looked right at me, I swear to god, I pulled back so fast I probably gave myself whiplash. He narrowed his eyes and turned his head to the side really quick, like he was shaking it off, and then he looked back down to her.

He told her to turn over and then sat back with a grin on his face, sly as a fox, and watched her wiggle around like a fish out of water. At least her could have helped her get her arms under her comfortably, but he didn't, he seemed to enjoy watching her struggle. Now she was on her back, with her feet towards the wall with the window, and her head towards the wall with the mirror. This was the best view yet, for me. I could see all of her body in the flesh, and I could see her lover, if you could call him that, in the mirror.

Her wrists were still tied, but now they were underneath her, which cannot have been comfortable - and aside from the issue of comfort, having her arms beneath her forced her to arch her back, pushing her breasts up and also her pelvis, which made her vulnerable, which made me nervous for her.

I had never really gotten a good look at my neighbor before, I pretty much only saw her in passing, never even exchanged a word with her face to face, though I think Brian did have a conversation with her once, right after she first moved in. Well, I got a good long look at her this time, and saw a lot more than I ever expected to. She had a pretty face, light skin, and her body was shapely and fit. I would call her beautiful, but it seems like when ever some one says that, everyone thinks of some one they once loved and lost. It wasn't that kind of beauty. She was beautiful like a wild cat, and by that I mean she seemed slightly dangerous, a pretty sight, from a safe distance, but like she might just claw you out of the blue for no particular reason at all.

She had her hair up in a french twist that night, though some of it had come loose and the bangs were hanging into her eyes. No sooner had I thought "that must be annoying, she can't push them out of her eyes," but her lover reached over and smoothed the hair out of her face, which I thought was downright charitable of him, after the ordeal he'd just put her through. I couldn't help but notice that his jeans were not concealing a bulge very well, which is a polite way of saying that his dick was as hard as a rock.

He rested his hand on her thigh and said something to her, it sounded like he was giving her some instructions. Then he leaned over and put his mouth right on her nipple as he ran his hand along her inner thigh. Now his hand was between her legs, which made me blush, but I didn't have to see the look on her face to know that she liked that. I saw her lift up a little bit as if she wanted more, but he stopped sucking her nipple and moved his hand to a certain area on her public bone and she dropped back down quickly.

He pressed that spot harder, and laughed. I could see tears glinting in her eyes, but she blinked them away and snapped her legs together, with her knees bent. This was the weirdest thing yet! She looked like she was ready to kick like a mule, but she didn't do anything aside from closing her legs, and his hand stayed right were it was. I heard him quite clearly this time, saying "Offer it, sweetie, offer it to your master."

I couldn't be sure, but it seemed like she relaxed a little when he said that. She opened her legs very cautiously, and he left his hand where it was, still she wavered a bit and then he must have released the pressure because she relaxed totally and brought her legs back down to the bed, showing her pussy just a little bit, but not making herself entirely vulnerable, which was a relief to me.

I was noticing by that time that I was feeling very warm. I had been watching this drama unfold for at least 20 minutes in 50 degree weather and I hadn't even noticed the cold once until that moment. Even more surprising, I realized that I was turned on in a way I hadn't been in years, if ever. I felt alive, I felt excited, I felt really, really good. I was so unused to being aroused, it just sort of snuck up on me, and when I put my hand on my private area, just on the outside of my jeans, I could not believe the heat I felt. I had to touch myself inside my jeans. I had to feel my own wetness on my fingers, I didn't even think about not doing it.

Inside the bedroom her master was lightly tapping that spot he seemed to like so much with three of his fingers. She was laying very still, sometimes with her eyes closed, but sometimes looking at him with an expression of what I would call pure female stubbornness. Having worn that expression myself many times (Brian calls that my "game face" because I'm ready to go toe to toe when I look at him that way) I know it when I see it on the faces of women everywhere. My neighbor was dead-set against something, but I'll be damned if I know what it was.

Her master didn't seem to mind that too much, he just went on about his business, as if she wasn't even there. It was like he was just playing with her body and it didn't really matter what kind of an opinion she had about it. After a little while she closed her eyes and laid her head back, then he started to tap her spot with his palm. He was still being very gentle about it, but I started to get nervous once again. I wanted to warn her not to let down her guard, that it was only a matter of time with a man like him! But she was obviously enjoying it now, she began lifting herself up to meet his hand and she moaned about how good it felt.

I felt embarrassed for her, but I really couldn't blame her. I knew how good it felt, suddenly it was like there was a connection between us. I could feel everything, just as she was feeling it, that throbbing pleasure, that unbearable tension, and the ache of being a female. Her body was mine, not in the way that I owned it, but in the way that I felt it. I wanted to cry, it felt so amazing, to be that way with her.

Her master must have felt how much joy he was giving her just then, because I saw him smile in the mirror as he looked down at her. Then I understood how he cared for her, and had no evil intentions towards her, and there was a depth to him that I didn't see before.

I also realized that he was still extremely turned on and wondered what he was going to do about it. Sure enough, just a few moments later he stopped and unzipped his pants. He moved to the end of the bed, now, with his back to the mirror. He was facing the window, he pulled his lady towards him, until her head was hanging off the end of the bed and her body was stretched out in front of him with her legs still slightly apart. I watched him guide his cock into her mouth and caress her throat, as he worked it in.

I was so surprised by the way he moved I almost came, but I didn't want to miss what was going on, so I had to pull my hand away from myself until I calmed down. He actually started fucking her mouth! I didn't even know people did that outside of pornos! Even in pornos I have seen, with Brian of course, I don't think I've ever witnessed anything as intensely erotic as the way he was fucking her mouth.

He began spanking her pussy, this time hard, but she barely even flinched. Then he started talking to her, while he was filling her mouth. It was basically sweet nothings, what he said, but the tone of his voice was sublime. Sometimes, when I'm making up stories in my head I am convinced he was hypnotizing her with his voice and that's how she ended up calling him master and being in such a predicament. Whatever it was, she certainly did respond to it, lifting herself to his touch, moaning, and pleading with him, as he fucked her mouth and spanked her. I started to touch myself again, there was just too much stimulation not to.

He started to slow down, and his thrusting became more rhythmic, and less like a godless heathen, and he stopped spanking her pussy, which I though was probably a good thing for her by that time. But he did keep touching her, just to keep her moaning, he seemed to really get a kick out of hearing her moan.

While he was still moving himself in and out of her mouth, it was almost like he was making love to her. He did have the most loving expression on his face, and kissed her pussy as if he were kissing her mouth, with his tongue slipping down into her. He was telling her that she was very, very good. He brought his arm under her thigh and started penetrating her with his fingers, but not too deep. Just enough to tease her, without going in too far.

Just that image of him, kissing my neighbor that way, so intimately, knowing all the while just how much pleasure he was giving her when he did it. The confidence in the way he touched her. And she was pleasing him, I know how much pleasure that gave her. I know because I felt it all, with her. I know that she had to stop herself, but I came. It didn't even take any effort on my part, I just let myself feel it. It felt like falling in love, suddenly I knew this was where I was supposed to be, everything in my life was perfectly arranged for me to be here, at this moment, to be watching them, and they didn't even know it.

Then I came to my senses and realized that her master was looking directly at me. His eyes were fierce and very, very alert. I stumbled backwards, I swear to god the way he looked at me, it felt like some one shoved me right in the chest. I turned and ran. That man had the eyes of an animal, but what kind of animal I just couldn't say!

This is the second night I've been lying wide awake, trying to make heads or tails of what I saw, what I felt. I wonder if I'll ever be able to sleep again. If I can't, I might just take myself for a walk, and keep my fingers crossed that my neighbor's left her blinds open again.



The Accidental Voyeur



Lady, that's Fred's wife's dog. He can't stand the mutt. She slobbers, she stinks, she sheds. What's to like? But lately Fred has been taking Lady for a nightly walk: voluntarily! It all started the week Charlene went to Chicago to care for her mother after minor surgery.

Fred is not by nature a voyeur. In fact, up until Char went to Chicago he hadn't even considered it since he got an eye full from Mrs. Polk the "lady" who lived next door to his parents. She didn't act like a lady and Fred.... well ...you know!

Anyway, Fred got another eye full when he took Lady out before going to bed. Mrs. Alverez, who lives two doors down was brushing her hair. You should know that the lots in Fred's neighborhood are over two hundred feet deep in the back and the road curves to the right as you go towards the Alverez house and also runs downhill a little so Fred was looking almost dead level into her bedroom window from the back of his lot. Now that, in and of itself is not remarkable. She was sitting at her dressing table and appeared to be wearing just her bra and panties. That got Fred's attention. Fred stared for at least two minutes; mesmerized by the simple sight of his neighbor brushing her hair! That's how it all started. For weeks now Fred took the dog out and tried to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Alverez. When he did he never failed to get a boner. When he went back in he...well...you know.

One evening, after taking the dog out, Fred was upstairs in his bedroom preparing to take care of business when he noticed his neighbor on the other side had her curtains open and her light on! Fred stood quietly on the far side of the room in the shadows and waited. Mrs. Patterson, a woman in her sixties walked into the room wearing a bathrobe and a towel on her head. Mrs. Patterson was about his mother's age but quite a bit sexier. Fred watched as she trimmed her toenails while sitting on her bed. When she raised her left leg he saw ninety percent of her bare leg, no pussy.... just leg! It gave him a boner just the same and, well, you know....

Things could have gone on like that permanently and Fred would have been happy with the little bit of skin he was stealing a glance at but summer was ending and Victoria, Mrs. Patterson's granddaughter moved in. She would start college after Labor Day. This girl was cute! One afternoon, about 2pm, Fred left work early. He wasn't feeling well and he wanted to get some rest. Fred went upstairs and was about to close the shade on the bedroom window when he noticed Victoria sunning herself on the Patterson's patio. She probably didn't think anyone could see her and in fact even Fred couldn't see her directly but the privacy coating on the Patterson's family room doors gave him an indirect view. She was nude! 

Fred stared in disbelief. He leaned back against the wall next to the window and watched her apply suntan lotion to her shoulders and arms and belly and tits! This girl was thorough Fred thought. She didn't miss a spot! She was very fit and very flexible. She even applied lotion to her back. The last time Fred had seen a girl her age nude was... come to think of it Fred had never seen a girl that young nude! He thought about getting some lotion of his own but just then his wife pulled into the drive. "Just his luck!" Fred thought. "She cut me off five years, no, six years ago and just when I might have a little fun she shows up to spoil things." 

About a week later when Fred was in the backyard with Lady he saw something that really confused him. It was his neighbor Rick.... naked. Fred was not and is not gay, period! But.... Rick was naked! And Fred could not stop looking at his cock! Fred had never seen another man's cock. Oh sure, he saw other boys in high school but not men. Fred watched as Rick poured his wife a glass of wine. She was seated in an easy chair not actually facing the patio doors but kind of at an angle. While she drank her wine he rubbed her feet. Slowly he rubbed her calves and thighs and then as Fred watched as he kissed her pussy! Rick looked up at his wife. She placed one hand on his head and pushed down. She took another sip of wine as he went to work on her pussy. She rubbed the back of his head and continued to sip wine until finally she sat her glass down and used both hands to guide his efforts. Fred saw a wicked smile come over her face as she threw her head back, wrapped her legs around Rick's head and came on his face.

Lady whined and Fred realized that he was holding his cock! He looked up and the drapes next door at Rick's were closed.

A week passed. Fred peeked when he could and more and more Fred would pull his cock out and stroke it while watching his neighbors. It was Friday night, one week since he saw his neighbor Rick naked and "serving" his wife. The drapes were open again! Fred stood by the fence near a lilac bush and waited. Liz, that's Rick's wife came into the room wearing a black lace bra, matching panties and garter belt, dark thigh high stockings and heels. She looked sexy and wicked. Rick followed... naked again! She took her seat and Rick served her wine again. He took off her shoes and massaged her feet. She seemed to be talking all the time... laughing.... Smiling that wicked smile.

She pushed him away and stood up. He kissed her legs, undid the clasps on her stockings and slowly rolled them down; kissing as he went. He helped her step out of the garter belt and reached for her panties. She slapped him, not hard, more playfully and scolded him. She turned and bent slightly at the waist and pointed at her butt. He kissed it... again and again. She turned and settled back in her chair; took a sip of wine and beckoned him with her finger. He straddled her legs and she took his balls in her hand. 

He stood there, straddling her legs with his hands on his head as she played with his cock and balls. As he watched Fred pulled his own cock out and began to stroke. She took her time. As she masturbated her husband she laughed and talked to him and took little sips of wine. Each time she sat the wine glass down Fred would catch a glimpse of that wicked smile. Soon Rick's legs started to tremble. She quit stroking and Rick grabbed his cock, she laughed as he pumped furiously; shooting rope after rope of cum on her belly and as he did Fred came on the fence that separated their yards.

September passed; each week Fred saw his neighbors in various stages of undress and as time marched on so Fred's inhibitions almost vanished. Fred had long since quit waiting to go inside before jacking off! He brazenly went from just rubbing his hardened cock through his trousers to pulling it out and stroking in the darkened backyard; especially when his neighbor Rick was naked and being teased by his wife Liz. He was well shielded from view by the fence and all the bushes.

Fred didn't understand it but the sight of Rick's cock was especially arousing! Once, when he and Char went away for a long weekend and Fred was unable to find time alone to jack-off he dreamed he was eating pussy and the woman's clit grew and grew until it was a cock and he was sucking it! Somehow these thoughts and perverted desires bothered Fred but he kept coming back for more.

One Saturday afternoon Fred noticed Tory was entertaining a young man on the patio. He hurried upstairs to watch. As they began to "make out" Fred took his usual position in the corner next to his window. Tori and the young man were lying on a large beach towel and seemed to be in love; or at least Tori like the guy enough to allow him a few "benefits." 

Tori pulled the young man's shirt over his head and started biting his nipples. Fred slipped out of his shirt and pinched his own nipples as he watched. Tori began rubbing the young stud's crotch and Fred did the same. The young man pulled Tori's bikini top down and sucked her nipples one after the other; she threw her head back and even through the glass Fred could hear her squeals and his moans. When Tori pulled the young man's shorts off Fred dropped his own and stepped out of them. They rolled over and Fred moved closer to the window to get a better view. 

Tori was stroking the young man's cock! Fred stood at the corner of the window staring at the beautiful hard cock in his neighbor's back yard and stroked his own cock; eyes half closed, mouth slightly open his breathing slow and shallow and his tongue slowly licking his lips.

Fred heard the engine first and then saw his wife's car pull into the drive behind the house. "Shit," he thought, "Not now. Not now. Not now!" He grabbed his clothes and hurried into the bathroom to dress.

"Fred, I'm home." She called.

"In the john, Hon, be right down," Fred was pissed. "Why just now?" He thought, "Why just now?"

Later that night as his wife watched TV Fred took the dog out....nothing....very disappointing... especially for Lady...it was a very short trip outside. Fred decided to try his luck upstairs. The light in Mrs. Patterson's bedroom was out but the light in her bathroom was on. Maybe... just maybe!

Fred watched and after a few minutes was rewarded for his patience by the sight of Mrs. Patterson in her panties and bra. She laid a towel on something out of sight and got a razor and shaving cream from the medicine cabinet. She stepped out of her panties and moistened a wash cloth which she applied to one thigh. Fred stepped out of his trousers and slid his underpants down to his knees. If he stood at the foot of the bed about five feet from the window he could plainly see her shaving her crotch! He really only saw the side of her leg as she shaved but it was enough to make him cum in just a minute or two which was good because his wife was calling for him.

"I'll be right down dear." He called as he put his trousers back on.

"Well hurry up; American Idol is starting."

Fred was more interested in Mrs. Patterson but that show was coming to an end anyway.

Nothing of any note happened for the rest of the week until Thursday when Mr. Alverez who traveled a lot on business was away. Fred was in his usual spot about 9:30. As Mrs. Alverez brushed her hair a pair of hands appeared from behind and began massaging her shoulders. The window was only open half way so Fred could only see this new person from mid thigh to shoulder height and she was clearly wearing panties and a bra! Mrs. Alverez turned and stood and embraced her guest! Their hands caressed each other as they appeared to be kissing! As they stepped away from the window Fred shot cum all over the fence.

The next day was Saturday and Fred knew that if Rick and Liz were going to put on a show at all this week it would be have to be tonight, Saturday night. Fred was anxious all day; counting the minutes until he could walk Lady. 

As he approached his spot by the fence Fred could see that the drapes were open. The lights were on. Another show was about to start... if he was lucky! Rick appeared.... naked and carrying a glass of wine. He sat down in the easy chair and stroked his cock... where was Liz? Fred stared at his neighbors cock and out of habit pulled out his own. Rick's cock looked so good. What was it that fascinated Fred so much about cocks these days? Fred's eyes were half closed; his mouth open; he was panting...ready to cum when a voice startled him... "Whatcha doin' Freddie?"

"Ah... nothing...just walking the dog."

"It looks more like you're tryin' to choke a snake, Freddie."

"Ahh.. no... just needed to wiz." Fred realized it was Liz. 

"Don't lie to me Freddie-boy; you were jackin' off out here while you were watching Rick! I've been watching you the whole time." Fred started to walk back to his house.

"Stop right there you pervert or I'll tell your wife and she'll kick your ass out for sure." Fred stopped. "That's better, now turn around and pull your dick out so I can see it."

Fred's heart was racing. "Please don't Liz. Let's just forget this and I promise I'll never peek at you and Rick again." 

"So Mr. Peeper, you admit it. You admit you like to watch your neighbors. That's how you get your kicks...pullin your puddin while you watch your neighbors isn't it?"

"Please Liz, just let me go back inside and I promise I'll never do it again, please?

"It's not going to be that easy Freddie...now let me see that dick you like to play with so much."

Fred was more embarrassed than he had ever been in his entire life. "Don't make me do this Liz, I promise not to look in your windows ever again. Just let me go back inside, please?

"Freddie dear, you still don't get it, do you? If you don't pull that dick out in the next five seconds I'll scream and get the whole neighborhood out here. Now show me your dick!" Liz commanded sternly.

Fred reached down and unzipped his fly and slowly pulled out his cock ... well, it was limp as week old celery so maybe it wasn't a cock... not just yet anyway.

"Come closer Stud, let me get a good look... not very big is it?"

Fred was speechless. His face was crimson but nobody would know in the dark and tears were welling up in his eyes.

"Make it hard Freddie-boy; I want to see how big it can get." Liz was going to tease Fred in any way she could. "While you're at it Freddie, why don't you pull your balls out too?"

Fred reached in his fly and pulled his underwear to one side, closed his eyes and pulled his balls out.

"Doesn't the cool night air feel good on your balls Freddie? Now be a good little boy and make that little thing as big as you can!" She taunted sweetly. "Step closer, I still can't see so good."

Fred obeyed her commands almost robotically, as if in a trance or a bad dream... a really bad dream. He could not believe how his nightly routine had gone so terribly wrong so quickly and he didn't have a clue how to get out of the situation he was in. He just slowly stroked his penis as his neighbor taunted him. 

"What's the problem, Freddie? Having trouble getting it up? Why don't you look over at Rick and see what he's doing?" Liz had observed Fred watching her husbands from the shadows in the backyard for weeks and knew that deep down Fred was curious. Fred glanced at Liz and Rick's patio door and saw Rick vacuuming their carpet in the nude. "Rick's got a nice boner; why don't you Freddie?" Fred was still speechless. He closed his eyes again.

Suddenly there was a flash; like lightening but there was no thunder! Fred opened his eyes. Liz had taken a picture. You've heard of looking like "a deer in headlights" well that's exactly what Fred looked like. "Do you think Charlene would like a copy, Freddie? How about your mother? Maybe your boss? If you think things are bad now think how much worse they can get. Now you will do exactly what I say, do you understand, Freddie?"

Fred really had no choice. He was caught and he knew he wasn't going to escape without obeying Liz. "Please Liz, I'll do what you tell me to do, just stop taking pictures and please don't tell Char."

"That's a good little prev, Freddie, now step over by the gate. I want to get a better look at you." Fred looked a little bowlegged as he shuffled towards the gate with his privates hanging out his fly and holding his still limp penis. Lady followed quietly, she had that silly look on her face that dogs have. Almost like she knew what was happening.

"Put your hands on your head, Freddie. That poor thing isn't much use as limp as it is, let me see want I can do with it." Liz squeezed his balls; not too hard but hard enough to make Fred's knees buckle. "Don't you like that, Freddie?"

Fred was still silent.

Liz began to slowly pull on Fred's penis. She couldn't stroke it until it got at least a little bit engorged. "Don't you want me to play with your little dickie, Freddie?"

"No....ah..ah...yes..ah.."

"Make up your mind, Freddie and while we're at it you should address me as Mistress Elizabeth or Ma'am." She purred in his ear. "Because I am your mistress now, Freddie and you are my servant....sex slave really...won't this be fun, Freddie?" Her tone was both sarcastic and condescending. She reveled in her power over men; they were such simple minded creatures.

"Please don't, Liz....

Liz squeezed his balls...hard. Fred gasped. "What did I just tell you? 

"Stop...that hurts...please stop, Mistress Elizabeth." Fred's knees buckled and he was bent over but Liz had his balls in a very tight grip.

Liz laughed at Fred. "You're pathetic, Freddie. I should just march you into your wife right now. I can just see the look on her face! I'd never see you again though. No more peeping Freddie." She said cheerily. "But no sex slave either, that would be a shame!" She loosened her grip on his balls and resumed pulling on his penis. "Isn't this better, Freddie? Isn't it better to let Mistress Elizabeth play with your puny prick?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Fred quickly agreed.

"That's a good boy, Freddie. Now let's see if we can do something about this poor little limp thing you call a dick." Liz was purring like a kitten and pulling on Fred's penis. "These things are so much more fun when little boys get hard, don't you think, Freddie?"

"Yes, ma'am." Fred agreed. He stood there with his hands on his head and let her play with his penis but he didn't feel at all excited...just trapped.

"You like to watch Rick serve me, don't you Freddie?" Fred hesitated so she squeezed his balls again. "Freddie, you really must learn to answer promptly or Mistress Elizabeth will be forced to punish you...and I don't mean squeezing your balls, Freddie dear. I'll take a switch to your ass...I promise you won't like it!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Fred answered quickly. Liz resumed pulling on his still limp penis.

"What do you like, Freddie?" Liz purred.

"I like to watch Rick serve you, Mistress Elizabeth."

"Very good, Freddie, you're a quick learner. What's the best part for you?"

"When he eats your pussy, Mistress Elizabeth."

"Now we're getting somewhere, Freddie! Your little pecker is getting a little bigger! I like having my pussy licked and my clit sucked. Do you like to eat hair pie, Freddie?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Freddie gasped.

"I like little boys like you who love to give head." Liz purred. "Will you serve me by giving good head, Freddie?"

"Oh..yess..ma'am...yes Mistress Elizabeth!" Liz continued pulling and gently squeezing as Fred's penis grew harder.

"You're telling the truth, Freddie. I can tell, your pecker tells me you want to go down for me! And I like a willing little slave that likes to go down for me. Tell me again, Freddie, what do you want to do?"

"I want to go down on you, Mistress Elizabeth. I want to lick your pussy." Fred was telling the truth. It had been a long time since he'd licked a pussy and he knew he would do it if she'd let him. He took a deep breath and sighed. His cock was getting stiff...not super hard like it got when he came...but stiff just the same.

"This is so much better, Freddie! Nice and stiff! Just the way I like my slaves! Won't it be fun being my sex slave, Freddie? She continued to purr as her breath made the hair on his neck stand up.

"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth." Fred readily agreed.

"Very good, Freddie! Now let's go inside and show Rick what I found out here. Liz held his cock and pulled him towards her house. Lady followed wagging her tail.