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Chapter 11
THE VOYEUR
Of course every man I've ever met was a 'looker', even those that didn't want something as extreme as Will did certainly enjoyed perving on or simply looking at women. Men are far more aroused by visual stimulation than are most women, voyeurism is almost exclusively male territory - you never hear of 'Peeping Janes', do you? And in some men, like Will, that becomes a full-blown obsession, sometimes to the virtual exclusion of every other aspect of their sexuality.
But even men with quite normal sexual appetites get a kick out of either overtly ogling a good-looking or sexy woman or at least sneaking a sideways glance. Just watch any group of people, in shopping malls, trains, walking down the street - if there's a woman around who is dressed in a particularly sexy way, watch where the men are looking. Young and old, with or without their wives or girl-friends, I guarantee, most men will be taking a look.
I met one man who I could only describe as a totally dedicated voyeur, a true professional. He had turned his looking into a science. Unlike Will, who had a very narrowly focussed need, seeing up beneath women's dresses, this man, Alex, wanted to see anything and everything - and would go to almost any lengths to do so, even to the extent of moving flats, if it meant a better opportunity to watch women.
At the time when I knew him he reckoned he'd found the perfect place to live and so long as nothing happened to the buildings around him, expected to be there for the foreseeable future. From one room in his flat in a high-rise block he could see down into the nurses’ residence of one of the city's larger hospitals, and from another a park and public swimming pool. He had bought high-powered binoculars and a telescope, using the binoculars to scan for good subjects, then the telescope for close-up viewing.
But although he always looked forward to going home and settling down to see what opportunities there were he also used every other opportunity too; while at work or travelling to and from it or just simply while walking around the shops. He travelled by train a lot and made a habit of never looking for a seat until he'd had a really good look around, changing carriages if necessary, looking for a likely target, a woman who was showing either a bit of leg or cleavage and he had developed quite a skill in using the windows as mirrors, to check parts of the carriage that might be blocked by other standing passengers.
Understandably, he hated the winter, when women had to wear more clothes but was really in his element in the warmer months.
When he'd spotted someone who took his fancy he'd manoeuvre himself into the best available vantage point, standing where he'd get the best view down her blouse or dress or slumping low in a seat from where he could see as much thigh as possible. He told me that some days the viewing was so good that by the time he got off the train he'd developed an enormous erection
He kept records of everything relevant to his more exciting sightings, jotting down notes at the time and adding those to the detailed records he kept in a book at home. He showed that to me one evening, it was really quite amazingly detailed, especially the section he kept about what he'd seen and learned about the nurses’ home.
He told me that from his experience it seemed that unlike people who lived in houses, very few people living in blocks of flats bothered about drawing curtains and that luckily for him, the nurses were just the same and they would have been horrified if they had known how much this stranger knew about them, how he recorded their comings and goings, what they did in the privacy of their room.
He had drawn-up a chart of the rooms he could see into and he'd given each of the nurses a name, some he rarely bothered to watch, they had nick-names, like 'skinny', 'fatty' and I remember that there was even one he'd called 'hairy-legs'. His favourites were given proper names and each one of those had a section devoted to her, the dates and times of especially good sightings, what he'd seen and what he'd done, whether or not he had masturbated I mean.
You might be wondering how a girl like me would come into contact with a man like that. It was for additional intensity I think - I only found out as much as I did about him and his unusual activities after quite a few weeks, when he had got to know me and realised he could trust me. I had a regular booking with him for some time and although at first I found it all a bit odd things were delayed a bit one week and while we waited we got talking, I also stayed on for a bit longer afterwards and from then on he opened up more and more as the weeks went by.
He never wanted full sex with me, hand and mouth was all he wanted - was all he could have I suppose, seeing as he was usually staring down his telescope the whole time.
I'd better explain - he'd found that one of his special nurses, he'd called her Lisa, had a boy-friend that she used to smuggle up to her room, regular as clock-work every Thursday evening. Who knows why, maybe because of the hours they worked that was the one time of the week they could get together, maybe they just liked the regularity.
Alex said that quite a few nurses managed to get guys into the place and if they kept their lights on while they fucked they gave him quite a show. Lisa not only liked to keep the lights on but, like the frequency, their meetings had a fairly well established routine too. Maybe she'd found that she got more out of him later if she reduced some of the pressure first - but for whatever reason, when her boy-friend arrived she'd almost immediately go down on him, give him a head-job, then the two of them would rest for a bit, have a drink, a bit of a cuddle, then they'd get into some heavier sex together. And as she'd nearly always do the oral sex bit while her boy-friend was standing, leaning back against the wall just inside the door, Alex always had a perfect, side-on view of at least that part of their activity.
As with most of my clients, he'd heard about me from a friend and after he'd told me the basics of what he wanted me to do - although he didn't mention the telescope - and I'd checked what I could about him, I agreed to go over to his place the next Thursday evening. Although I naturally found the situation decidedly odd and at that stage had no real idea of what was going on, as he seemed quite harmless and he'd obviously enjoyed the whole thing, when he asked for a repeat booking for the following week, there was no real reason why I shouldn't accept.
Naturally enough, the second time with a client is less strained than the first, especially for the client and Alex was no different, although he still didn't tell me the full extent of his voyeuristic activities until later, he gave me a look through the telescope and explained the scene he would be looking at in Lisa's room while I was busy getting him off. I don't know whether it was because he knew that I knew more about what was going on - and was obviously still happy to go along with what he wanted - or whether Lisa and her boy-friend were in particularly good form that evening, whatever it was, he got even more excited than he had the first time.
He was very well equipped and would have had no trouble finding a woman who'd be very grateful for what he'd got - that is if he'd been interested in sharing it with someone, which he wasn't - and the combination of his anticipation of what he was going to be looking at and what I was already doing for him quickly produced a very healthy erection, his cock quivering from the rising pressure bubbling inside it and his balls becoming noticeably swollen.
‘Mmm - looks good enough to eat!’ I said looking up and grinning at him as I ran my finger-tips lightly up and down the length of it.
He glanced down at me, a tensely excited expression on his face. ‘He's just arrived.’ he said before he glued his eye back to the telescope.
Of course I had no idea how quickly Lisa worked on her boy-friend, I could only take my cues from Alex's reactions - but on the basis that she didn't want to just get him off as quickly as possible, that she wanted to get something out of it too, I started off quite slowly, pushing the wrinkled folds of skin back down the shaft as I moistened my lips and slipped them over the bulging head then using my tongue on it as I rocked back and forth.
Most men react to a head-job in exactly the same way, trying to thrust their cocks as far down your throat as possible - which is pretty silly of them really. For one thing it tends to put the girl off her stroke, makes her less inclined to try to really please her guy - for another it means it's quite impossible for her to stimulate the most sensitive part, the rim around the base of the head and the frenulum, the little ridge of flesh beneath it. But Alex wasn't like that, although the muscles in his thighs and belly got hard and flexed as stronger waves of excitement flowed through him, whether it was because he was so intent on what he was seeing going on in Lisa's room or because he realised that way I could do a better job on him, he managed to hold himself pretty still.
So, as I didn't have to hold him back from trying to choke me, I was free to use both hands as well as my lips and tongue - and though I say it myself, under those circumstances I give one of the best head-jobs any man is ever likely to experience.
As I'd anticipated, Alex went off like a rocket and as I'd also expected, even he then couldn't help himself thrusting forward, burying his fountaining cock deep down the back of my throat.
