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.
