THE PEEPING TOM (fm:voyeurism, 888 words) [1/12] show all parts | |||
Author: Thomas B | |||
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Wanda is a voyeur | |||
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It's not what you think. My name is Wanda Hamright, and yes, I'm a Peeping Tom or if you prefer, Peeping Thomasina.I didn't start out as a Peeping Tom. In fact, my teenage years were fairly normal. I dated, like lots of girls.
In my high school there were unwritten rules about dating. For example, when you went on a date, if you wore a blouse with a sweater over it, the boy knew he wasn't getting anywhere. If you wore just a blouse, which was always buttoned to the top when you left the house, and once you got in his car, you undid a button, he knew he had a chance. If you opened more than one button, he knew he was going to get his date's titties.
As far as the rest of a girl's outfit, if she was wearing pants, he wasn't getting any pussy. If she was wearing a skirt, with pantyhose, he had a chance, but if she was wearing a skirt with no pantyhose, he could count on getting some pussy.
Until my senior year I always wore a blouse, a sweater and pants. Then I started seeing Nick. After our first date, I started wearing blouses; just blouses and as soon as I got in his car, I'd unbutton the top button. Two hours later, we'd be somewhere where we'd have some privacy, and I'd undo two more buttons. I'd also wear a bra which opened in front. I couldn't be more obvious and Nick knew what to expect.
After gym classes, we had to take showers; communal showers. By senior year, I knew my tits were bigger than most. Nick enjoyed them. Two weekends later, I wore a skirt without pantyhose. His fingers didn't feel all that good, but it was a first for me. I expected that it would get better.
While Nick's fingers were doing me, I unzipped his pants and reached for his cock. He was eighteen; his cock was hard. I played with it for a while. That was a first for me, too. I didn't make him cum. "I think we've gone far enough," I said after about ten minutes.
It's what happened that night when I got home that changed my life.
I live in the suburbs, but most people would say I lived rural. The nearest houses on each side were a hundred yards away. The entire second floor of our house was a dormer, and I had it all to myself.
When I got home from my date that night, after I'd let Nick finger me, I just started to get undressed when I noticed movement in the Murray house, across the street. The lights were on. I was curious.
I turned off the lights in my bedroom. Still dressed, I ran downstairs and found my dad's binoculars. Rushing back upstairs, I put them to my eyes and for a brief moment before the lights were turned off. I saw Mr. Murray and he was naked.
You have to understand. No one had curtains or blinds. We lived so far apart that no one could see in, except me, the curious Wanda with binoculars.
Monday at school, I made it a point to go to the library and checked out a book on birds. At home, I asked my dad if I could use his binoculars. "What for?"
I showed him the book on birds and told him I'd become interested in bird watching. Of course, he let me.
That night started my obsession. Not just Mr. Murray. On one side, lived the twins, Dan and Dave; they were my age. Their bedroom, although over a hundred yards away, faced one of my dormer windows. With the binoculars, I had a close-up view of their bedroom.
On the other side, lived Mr. and Mrs. Piotroskywicz. They were newlyweds. Behind us lived Mrs. Baransa, a widow lady.
Over the next year, I got to know them all. First, it was just Mr. Murray. It always seemed he went to bed at 10 PM. Although he didn't get undressed in front of the window, I could still watch him. Every night I was at my window, in the dark, watching him get naked. I'd felt Nick's cock. But to see one hanging there was a new experience and a thrill.
Mr. and Mrs. Piotroskywicz always slept naked. Of course, I had no interest in her, but I thought she was beautiful; naked that is. I was fascinated with her husband. Even with my limited knowledge, it seemed like he had a big one.
Speaking of big ones, the twins, Dan and Dave, always had dates on weekends. I could see why. They both had big cocks. I'd have to ask my girlfriend, Zoey, who was dating Dan, what she saw in him. Now, I knew, but I wanted to know if she knew.
I found I liked watching naked men. Mr. Piotroskywicz's big one, hanging between his legs; the twins who were my age and even Mr. Murray, my dad's age.
Then it happened and I was shocked but thrilled. One night, at 10 PM, Mr. Murray was getting undressed when Mrs. Murray joined him. She pulled her nightgown over her head, was naked and got on her knees.
TO BE CONTINUED
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