Room with a View

Room with a View - A Voyeur’s Story - Part 1

As soon as my wife leaves our flat and the door closes behind her I move quickly to the telescope which would normally be pointing up to the stars. I often sit late at night with a glass of wine in my hand gazing up into the darkness above the city lights and out into the universe to see the wonders of deep space and infinity beyond. Or at least that is what my wife is led to believe! But during the daylight, when I am alone in the flat the scope will often be pointing in a very different direction to that of the solar system.

Standing only in shorts and sandals I swing the telescope around to face the block of flats opposite. Gazing through the eyehole I point it down to the basement flat and am met with the usual sight of the old fat Italian man making spaghetti in his kitchen area. He often does this as he chats to his equally fat wife. Having seen her close up it is clear that during her youth she would have been an extremely beautiful woman. But now age and the good Italian food her husband seems to be continuously feeding her has taken its toll on her body and looks. Whilst her big brown eyes are still extremely beautiful and deep in appearance her hair has greyed and the fullness of her figure had been overtaken with age and size.

And often, when she is away, I will see him stooped over his table, lit by a dim lamp, the table covered in pictures of naked teenage girls, probably matching the beauty he had married but now seems lost forever in his wife. And so instead, when his wife is out, he will ogle the busty teens in all sorts of revealing positions as he pulls on his small cock until it spurts across the two dimensional figures on the paper.

Smiling, I shift the scope up to the next floor. The flat is empty now, except for the small dog who roams around looking for a fight with anyone that cares to attempt to knock on the door whilst his single white male owner is at work. Up again, my anticipation is growing as I look forward to reaching the floor that is level with mine. The next sight is two girls, teenagers, arguing as usual. They argue over a man. They are both thin with straggly hair and slutty makeup. This is to cover their sad lives which are controlled by alcohol and drugs, rather than by enjoying life itself. The sound of their shrill voices wafts out of the open window and across the gap between the flats, only stopping when one of the girls is out. They argue over the same man, the man who says that he loves them both, but never together. The man who visits when the other is out and takes advantage of the young girl in the most explicit way, having self satisfying gratuitous sex to meet his needs rather than those of his……….. um……………… I pause to think!

I can never work out if they are his lovers or victims! But whichever girl happens to be in at the time will satisfy him in return for what he carries in a small bag, before he disappears into the night once again. That way both parties are satisfied in their own sad way.

But my mind is not on them, as I raise the scope level with my own flat. It is on something more beautiful, sexier and more eloquent and gorgeous than anything else within that block, and within the city. With trembling hands I steady the scope. My heart is beating hard in my chest as I aim the scope at the window opposite before sitting back in my seat to wait. Then I see her for the first time today and my heart skips a beat once again. The sunlight catches her platinum blonde hair through the open window and I smile to myself. With a shaking hand I refocus the telescope to check she is alone in the flat. I smile, he must be away again. He seems to be away a lot.

Her skin is tanned by the sun and her curves portray a real woman’s body, and what a body it is. My cock within my shorts starts to twitch as I gaze out upon her in the most voyeuristic way possible. I have seen her many times before and I reach a hand down to caress my growing manhood through the thin material of my shorts. I’ve seen her in the morning, during the day and at night. I’ve seen her clothed, partially clothed and naked. I have seen her husband’s lips on hers and wished they were mine. I have watched his fingers run down her perfect skin and ached for them to be my hands. I have seen his mouth on her perfect breasts, the flesh so soft and wonderful, just crying out to be touched, by me! And I have seen him make love to her, both soft and gently and then hard and furious. I have watched her take him in her mouth as he has used her and her body to meet his own needs. And I have seen her face as he cums and then see how he rolls over onto his back but she lies still as if it isn’t enough.

And it is never long until he is asleep and it is then I watch as her hands roam over her own body. Touching and caressing gently on her pussy and large soft breasts and nipples trying to satisfy herself since he has failed. And I have become so excited just dreaming that it could be me and played with my cock just dreaming of her. But knowing in my heart of hearts that it cannot as she is her and I am me, and we both have partners. But I still dream.

She is dressed today in a short skirt and tight top as she potters around the apartment before she finally makes my dreams come true and comes out onto the balcony to sit and allow her heavenly body to absorb the sunlight. Sipping on a cold drink she lays back with her sunglasses on. My vision from the scope is right up along her beautiful legs and full thighs and up under the crease of the skirt. I feel my cock jerk when I get a momentary vision of black panties. But suddenly she is sitting up and looking directly at my window. She can’t see me from there!

Embarrassed I fumble as she looks over. I pray that she will not see my scope pointing in her direction and lay back on the chair trembling through fear of being caught. A perverted Peeping Tom, the headline would say and I would be ruined.

Cautiously I raise my head again to look in her direction to see that she has moved back into the flat. I swing the scope around to her window. I am confused. Just for a moment until I see her standing behind her open window with binoculars up at her eyes, looking directly back at me. I freeze in horror and my cock disappears as if it now wants nothing to be with the dirty Peeping Tom. But slowly I look back through the scope and can see her clearly. She is looking but smiling. I watch intently as she drops one hand from the binoculars onto her full breast as she watches me watching her.
I am dumbstruck as I see hand stretch out across the material of her top, not big enough to fully cup her huge soft breast but then see her fingers close with her thumb around a hard nipple, clearly visible through the thin material. She drops the binoculars to the bed as I watch her close her eyes and bite her bottom lip as her fingers and thumb tighten around the nipple harder pulling on it and making it stand out through the material.

I am now trembling with excitement. I have seen her so many times in the past but she has never looked so beautiful nor as sexy as she does at this moment. The lump in my shorts is now at its fullest forcing the material out and I cannot help but ease my hand down onto it to touch the hot firm cock head through the thin material of my shorts once again.

But………………..I want her. I want to touch her………………to feel her…………… taste her. Now that she has seen me, and I have seen her I know now that there is no turning back. I have to meet her to see if she feels the same way as I do. Taking control and standing I straighten myself up and ease a T shirt over my torso.

The moment of truth has arrived.

I exit my flat walking down the narrow corridors to where she lives. With a trembling hand and heart beating in my chest I knock gently on her door………!
It swings open slowly but there is no sign of her. I enter her flat locking it behind me and start to walk down the short hallway looking for her in each of the rooms I feel I know so well having seen them all from my own flat.

Lying on the bed, she hears the knock on the door and the door lock click shut and her body tingles with anticipation. With crisp, fresh sheets below her and now only wearing a black thong and a smile she awaits my approach. Finally entering the bedroom, I see her lying almost naked and proud as she wait almost expectantly for me. I gulp! I have waited so long just to meet her in person rather than through my voyeuristic ways and now she is lying on the bed in all her wonderful glory waiting for my next move. I flick off my sandals feeling the warm carpet beneath my feet and then my T shirt to expose my tanned firm body. Her bright eyes widen and shine with desire as I then allow my shorts to fall to the floor leaving me standing naked before her. The movement of the thin curtains in the room causes the sunlight to flicker light across her beautiful curves. She looks divine in all her glory.

I immediately cross the room and climb onto the bed to kneel beside her. She reaches up and places a finger across lips as if to say words are not necessary at this point in time. Her red painted lips curl in a soft smile. My eyes devour every inch of her wonderful body with all her curves and charms that she possesses. And a faint smile that I can’t hide demonstrates to her beyond measure that I adore what I see. With my delicious smile widening, I finally lower my face to hers and our moist lips brush gently against one another for the first time.

I feel a pulse of electricity shoot through my body alerting every nerve ending as the warmth of her lips and tongue touches mine. I have dreamt of her kisses and my passion is ignited as I feel her soft hands exploring my firm body. As we kiss I caress her face tenderly, feeling her soft smooth skin under my warm hands and our tongues delicately dance together within our open mouths.

I feel her hands reach down, almost absent-mindedly and begin to stroke my hardening thick cut penis. Her warm fingers entwine themselves over the soft skin covering the thick firm muscle of my cock as I feel her caress my shaft that enlarges under her soft perfect touch. I sigh involuntarily.

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