FabSwingers.com forum: Voyeuristic tendencies

By (user no longer on site) OP
13 weeks ago

Just to set the scene a little bit. This is fiction based on a true situation. I will leave it up to you to decide on the fictitious or over embellishment from a horny youth.

I grew up in a decent sized house with a nice big garden and plenty of time to myself with parents always working. I was late to discover the delights of girls and ladies having been at a single sex school for most of my upbringing and not returning until late teens to the family home. My room at the rear of the house had a small balcony on the back and wasn’t particularly overlooked, but you could see the house that backed onto us through a couple of gaps in the trees. They’d had some extensions done since I was last home and an odd little room at one end had been added. There were windows to the front and the back meaning you could see right through.

Anyway, having come back from the gym one morning I was having my usual shower and post gym stroke. After all you have to work out the tension of exercising around tight Lycra clad bored housewives somehow. Glancing out the window as I looked at images in my minds eye I noticed movement in the neighbouring house bathroom. Their shower seemed to now be right in front of a lightly frosted window. I was half looking as someone stepped in and arched their back to wash their long dark hair, mmmmm must be one of their daughters home from university. I’d never met them but knew they had a couple 2 or 3 years older than me. Slowing down my stroking to a long pull and squeeze with my usual twist on the bell end. Circumsised since before I could remember my mushroom sized head swells and throbs nicely with less sensitivity than most would imagine, but that twist felt good. I could see the curve of her body and was now imagining the hot water running down her breasts and dropping off her nipples. I wonder if they get hard in the heat I thought, absentmindedly, as the hot shower of my own helped make me even more horny.

She must have had some very soapy shower products because her hands were all over her lovely slender body. Finally with that twitch and shake of the knees I could feel my explosion build and that wonderful release I needed. We must have both finished in the shower at similar times as she wasn’t in the window when I’d dried and went to leave.

Walking next door to my bedroom I strolled in naked, as usual, why wear clothes when still a bit damp. I wasn’t really over looked anyway. Many a time I’d just slip some boxers on and have a coffee on the balcony as I listened to the birds. With my usual routine in mind I opened up the doors and moved outside. Looking down the garden I could see the curtains at the back of the new room had been opened by about a foot. The morning light spilling in from the other side created a lovely backlighting just as I noticed a towel wrapped beauty walk past the gap. Damn it, my cock is twitching again, I sometimes wonder if it has an eye of its own!

I head down and make a strong coffee. Returning to the balcony I stand and enjoy its silky aromas as I gaze down the garden wondering if I might see more of the freshly showered neighbour. Sure enough she’s still there and moving about. Her hair is up in a towel wrap and she’s going back and front across the curtain gap. I wonder if she can see me. I suppose it’s possible as I can see her. Does she seem to hesitate slightly as she passes that last time? No must be just my imagination, but I can definitely feel my cock to attention and aching to poke out the bottom of my boxers leg.

Brew drained I decide to get on with my day. Just as I turn to go she reappears and stops just in the gap, almost perfectly framed and certainly perfectly back lit. A towel clad silhouette. Then the towel is unhooked and she stands back up, naked but for the towel on her head. Fuck!! Wow!! I’m transfixed. She picks up a bra and I watch as she clips it up at the front, then slides it around to flip the cups up over her pert teardrop shaped breasts. Well that’s a new one on me I thought. Then she bends down and presumably slides on her knickers, sadly I could only see waist height up. Flicking her head she releases her wet hair and sits to presumably dry it. Goddamn it, I need another wank. Amazing images flowing through my mind as I go inside and furiously stroke my throbbing cock.

I wonder if I will see her again. I wonder if she realised I could see her. Maybe she doesn’t know the window creates a great back light in the semi morning daybreak.