Frank Van Olden was depressed. Once again his perpetual shaky financial circumstances dictated that he had to spend another long year as a Resident Assistant in the dorms at Concordia College. He was not looking forward to it. His experiences over the past three years on this duty had been a never ending parade of dealing with vomiting drunks, three am fist fights and combating the perpetual stink that only young men can create when living away from home for the first time and having no concept of what a trash can is used for.
To make matters even worse, because he had waited so long to sign up for this odious duty, he had to take what was available. The so-called "good" assignments having been snapped up already. To his chagrin the only spot left was the sixth floor of the dilapidated un-air-conditioned and plumbing challenged Johnson Hall. All of the other dormitories on campus had long since been renovated, but poor Johnson Hall, built at the turn of the century (and not THIS century) was the lone reminder of the old Concordia College. No one ever volunteered to live there, and the higher the floor the worse the room, so the top floor was ironically the absolute bottom of the barrel.
As an RA on the dreaded sixth floor and now in charge of a bunch of snot nosed idiot freshmen for the semester, he had resigned himself to spending his senior year constantly begging hormonally overcharged boys to not accidentally set the dorms on fire with their bongs. If only he had been born rich he would not have to subject himself to these daily indignities but such is life. His other more financially fortunate friends all were off bedding endless coeds at their fraternity houses, or engaging in mind numbing debaucheries in their own apartments off campus while he, like a loser, was forced to continue to live in the dorm.
As the last of the morons he was in charge of moved in, he sighed as he realized that his room, the only single unit on the floor, was actually the worst one on the hall. Looking out onto a narrow alley, his only view was another dorm, Simpson Hall. It looked far better than its twin Johnson Hall as it had been completely renovated already but was still connected to the original structure by a separate building that had been constructed to create a common lobby. Making it even more delightful than the rundown Johnson Hall was the fact that Simpson Hall was home to all of the freshman girls.
As he finally collapsed on his bed after a grueling day of leading freshman orientation he casually glanced out his window facing Simpson Hall. Looming large before his window, he had no other view. Spying a lighted window on the fifth floor he paused as he rubbed his eyes and stared more intensely. "Hey now, this is interesting!" he thought as he saw that with the light on, and with his off, he had a perfect view inside. His room was the only one that had a window on the back alley and had a perfect angle to look down on this window. To his complete surprise and delicious delight, he discovered that it opened into the bathroom of the fifth floor.
Taking out his binoculars from his desk, he focused tightly on the golden square and saw that he could just make out two shower stalls, and his cock instantly twitched at the significance. Although the window was only twenty feet away from his, with the telescopic lens it was like he was inside the room as everything was very clear and perfectly in focus.
Smiling big, now he was glad he had taken the sixth floor assignment. His mind boiled as he realized all of the possibilities for nightly free erotic entertainment this will allow and that will make all of the degradation of having to live in the dorm well worth it. Staking out the window across the alley for hours finally around 11:30 he saw a gorgeous raven haired beauty enter the showers clad only in a towel. As she removed it and hung it on a nearby hook, and her stunning and smoking body was revealed to his eyes, he grinned again as his cock began to stir.
She was utterly gorgeous. Her long dark hair cascaded over her back and swayed gently in the light as she turned on the water and began to adjust the valves to regulate the temperature. Frank was already drooling as his eyes casually wandered up her silky legs and over her full womanly ass that just begged for his face to bury itself into her round cheeks. As she stepped inside and turned towards the window she revealed her full perfect breasts and neatly trimmed bush before sadly pulling the curtain closed to bathe. Twisting the nob on his binoculars he zoomed his focus in tightly on the shower curtain, watching the occasional pucker on the plastic as her elbow or ass hit the fabric as she soaped up her gorgeous body. Patience paid off when she opened the curtain and began to dry off.
Lifting her right leg up onto a short bench, the dark haired busty coed spent a good five minutes thoroughly drying her body to Frank's tremendous delight. Seeing her run the white fluffy towel over her delectable curves, he so wished it was his hands or lips caressing her body instead of the small pink sponge. When he next saw her reach down into her shower caddy and take out a bottle of lotion, he closed his eyes and offered up a silent prayer of thanksgiving. Oiling her legs, feet, stomach and breasts up, she put on quite the show for the next ten minutes before wrapping back up in her towel and leaving for her room.
Putting his binoculars down he quickly lay down on his bed and shuffled off his clothes. For the past thirty minutes his dick had been about to burst out of his pants as he watched the curvy nude coed and now he desperately needed relief. Grabbing his own bottle of lotion, Frank spent the next ten minutes reenacting the vision in his head as he pretended his hand was the mystery girl's mouth while he stroked himself off furiously. Exploding in a surprisingly large hose down of his chest, he sighed as he thought about all of the possibilities this setup would give him all semester.
Waking up very early the next morning, he raced to his window but to his disappointment found that when it was too light outside, the figures across the alley were hidden from view. Only when dark would his peeping Tom activities pay off, so he would have to wait until either night or get up very early in the morning to enjoy his show. Walking to class, his eyes scanned every brunette in sight hoping tot see the mystery girl up close and in person but he never did. He did find that now every girl he passed he could not help but imagine naked. When a particularly hot girl wandered into his path he hoped against hope that she was a resident of the top floor of Simpson Hall and happened to like to take her shower at night.
For the rest of the semester, Frank enjoyed his own private porn show each night. On hot nights, he would sit for hours on end while the parade of coed naked bathing beauties would enter, strip and soap up their supple breasts and bodies for his amusement before returning to their rooms. His window was only a few feet from theirs, so he always made sure to keep the lights out when indulging in his voyeuristic activities. As the term began to come to an end he realized that at one time or another he had seen every resident of the fifth floor of Simpson Hall naked at least once, but his favorite was still the first, the mystery brunette.
He eventually ran into her, as well as most of the other girls of Simpson Hall, and over the months and it always was an unexpected surprise when he came face to face with a girl he had already seen naked. Seeing them up close and in person, and clothed, he instantly would grow hard as he chuckled to himself, his dirty little secret kept silent. It amused him to no end knowing that every inch of their stunning nude bodies had already been exposed to his lustful gaze, and being that they thought they were alone, they exposed more than usual as they stretched, dried and shaved themselves. It oddly satisfied him in a very perverted way that he probably knew more about the intimate details of their bodies than their very lucky boyfriends did.
This routine went on for weeks and after dinner each night Frank would rush back to his room, pull his chair up to the window, cut the lights and sit back, ready for the evening's show to begin. One Sunday night he thought he finally had hit the titty jackpot as the erotic display accidentally performed that night amped up to a twelve. The gorgeous brunette he had been lusting over for months entered the showers, but this time, things were different. Seeing her retrieve a razor and shaving cream from her shower caddy, and then pull the bench up close to the shower, as she turned the water on and entered, this night she did not close the curtain.
Needing to use the bench to balance her foot as she shaved, Frank almost shot his wad in his pants as he realized that this night he was going to get to watch her up close and naked for a long time, and not just a glance. His cock snapped immediately to attention as she slowly lathered up her voluptuous breasts and began to run her soapy hands down her stomach to her already trimmed snatch. When he saw her begin to lather her legs, and as her hands moved higher up her thighs and begin to lather up her pussy, he thought he would faint as he twisted his focus nob to full strength and had a view only her gynecologist would enjoy.
Not a religious man by nature, he could not help but repeat "THANK YOU JESUS, THANK YOU!" over and over as he drooled and saw every fold of her wet and now cream lathered open pussy. As she slowly dragged her razor up her inner thigh and scraped her few remaining pubes away, he could not help but unzip his own pants to relieve the pressure from the rumbling in his crotch. This was too much for little Frank to handle, and like a dog scratching at the door to get outside, once the zipper came down he flew through the opening.
Time stood still as he watched the beauty scrape herself bare and not once did Frank blink, wanting to burn this vision into his brain forever. Looking over at his desk he saw his IPhone laying on the surface, calling to him like a siren to digitally capture this moment for enjoyment later. In all the months he had been leering out his window, not once had he thought to film the activities, but today was different. This was so unbearably hot; he knew he would kick himself later for not memorializing the moment on his hard drive. Putting his binoculars down he picked up his phone and held it close to the window.
SNAP. FLASH.
"Oh shit!" he cried as he realized he had left the flash on. Scrambling to put the phone down he held his breath as he looked across the alley towards the target of his attentions. His blood ran cold as he caught her eyes staring furiously toward his window. Now noticing that she was covered in her towel and obviously leaving he knew his secret had been discovered. She had seen the flash.
Watching her glorious, and now sadly covered, body walk out of his view he sighed. His daily porn show was almost certainly over. "Oh well" he thought "It was fun while it lasted". Flopping back down onto his bead, his erection still throbbing in his hand, he quickly finished himself off as he relived the erotic scene over and over in his head. His imagination again wishing it was he kneeling before the curvy naked brunette kissing her inner thigh and licking her freshly denuded pussy he tossed one off and went to sleep.
Waking early the next morning he rushed to the window to see if he could spy any of the early morning crew before it got too light to see. His fears about being discovered last night were confirmed when he noticed a new sheet hanging over the window, blocking his view. Obviously the mystery brunette had seen the flash and understood what it meant. Seeing the sheet, it was apparent that word had spread about his activities and he realized that never again would he have the opportunity to observe the beautiful coeds showering and scrubbing blissfully unaware of his presence again. Grabbing his own shower caddy, he padded down to his showers, feeling depressed that because of his greed to take a picture of his shaving cutie he had thrown away the voyeuristic opportunity of a lifetime.
Returning back to his room after dinner, he tried to get the loss of such a fantastic treasure out of his mind, but it was hard. Pouring over his books, he tried to study for his finals, anything to get his attention focused somewhere else, when out of the corner of his eye he saw the light turn on across the alley. Glancing up from his desk, he casually looked across the way and to his delight saw that the sheet was gone.
