Voyeur

Living near a college campus has its attractions….

This fall three coeds moved into the house next door. I haven’t averted my eyes from the tight little blonde (especially the morning she emerged from the house in a short skirt).

On a recent warm autumnal day, as I peered outside my upstairs bedroom, I spotted her sunbathing in her backyard, lying face down on a towel on the grass, clad only in a blue bikini. I thought of King David.

And it came to pass in an eveningtide, that David arose from off his bed, and walked upon the roof of the king’s house: and from the roof he saw a woman washing herself; and the woman was very beautiful to look upon (2 Samuel 11:2).

Unlike David, I had no messengers to send to summon her to my bedroom. But I couldn’t stop staring — the cut of her bikini bottom displayed much of her ass cheeks.

Then she flipped over.

Sunglasses obscured her eyes. Her breasts looked as if they were about to burst out of her top. Her stomach was taut. And her low-rise bottom left little to the imagination.

I closed the window shade, but left enough space open that I could continue to spy on her. As I wondered how she was groomed underneath her bottom, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and started to stroke it.

voyeurism : the practice of obtaining sexual gratification from observing others

As I admired her almost naked body, my thoughts became ever more explicit. I imagined lifting off her top and pulling off her bottom, spreading her legs open. I wondered what she tastes like. How tight she is. And knowing that she was unaware that she was the object of my sexual fantasizing admittedly intensified the thrill. Then I imagined her begging in a most unladylike manner for my cock to penetrate a certain orifice….

That’s when I blew my load.