The new occupant of an apartment accidentally discovers a peephole into the bedroom of the beautiful young woman next door. He becomes addicted to watching her and when he eventually meets her and his observations become very useful.
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As he hung his clothing into the inbuilt wardrobe he noticed a piece of adhesive tape stuck against the pristine newly painted interior walls. He peeled it back and examined the object that lay beneath. It was a magnifying lens, a spy hole. He peered though it and beyond he saw a perfect view of a woman's bedroom. He could see a sweet little pink bra hanging from a bed post, a dress hung over the bed and the door to what must be an ensuite just visible. He refixed the tape and thought nothing about it save that the previous resident must have been a 'weird dude'.
Over the next few weeks, he settled into his new apartment and couple of time met the pretty-young occupant of the bedroom he had spied on the first evening. He guessed Verity was in her late teens or early twenties, petite, honey blonde and with an enchanting 'little girl-like' innocence that was very appealing. He introduced himself on the stairs one morning on the way to work. She was dressed in tight hipster mini skirt that showed off her long shapely legs, though she herself was barely 5''4" he estimated. A diamond stud sat in her navel accentuating her deliciously flat tummy and slender waist. Her pink midriff top stretched tightly around her small round breasts, just a hint of cleavage showing in the v-neck top.
She was a postgraduate student and shared the apartment with her older sister. He wondered how much the family resemblance extended to her, two gorgeous babes living next door made the extortionate rent almost worthwhile. Verity, though, was sweet and open and with a razor sharp intellect and wit. He was looking forward to sharing a coffee with the girls next-door as Verity had suggested.
As it happened it did! Verity knocked on his door on a Saturday and invited him in. Big sister Felicity had baked some scones and they decided to share them with him. Felicity too was a stunning looking young woman, not much older than Verity with similar hair and facial features but somewhat taller and bigger in the bust area. The two were friendly and very chatty and thankful that he was next door. The previous resident had been a bit weird and obsessive about the girls Felicity confided. 'He use to drool over both of us and wait at the bottom of the stairs to look up or skirts' Verity chimed in.
He thought about telling him about what he had discovered but refrained. Over the weeks to come, they became firm friends, sharing meals and chats. Verity more so as Felicity travelled a lot for her work as a public relations manager for a women's clothing manufacturer. He gathered that was why both of them were always so immaculately dressed until Felicity confided she specialised in underwear/lingerie promotion then showed him some stunning photos of her in some sexy lingerie. He was surprised at their openness and frank discussions about their lives. His pretty neighbours entranced Frank. He was a recent divorcee and valued their charming company. He fantasised about them a little but generally saw them as friends until one night when he heard what sounded like Verity through the thin walls between the apartments. Her cries were disturbing and at times sounded like pain but other times sounded like she was orgasming, he opened the inbuilt robe and peeled off the tape that hid the peephole. Pushed the clothing aside and peered through it. There in full view was the most exquisite young body he had ever seen, naked and bent over the bed. He drank in the deliciously sweet rounded ass, small firm mango shaped breasts, slender waist and the shapely legs he had admired many times. He felt a stirring in his loins as his cock firmed. Her honey blonde hair was dishevelled and matted, tears streaked her usually immaculately made up face and a trace of blood could be seen trickling near her thighs.
A man came up behind her, his huge cock hard and engorged. He pushed it roughly into her ass and she screamed ' 'Noooooo I don't like it No' He fucked her ass hard and deep ignoring her pleas until he satisfied himself cumming and spraying his jism across her ass cheeks. She stopped sobbing. From the cupboard, Frank felt rage and wanted to kill the man who could be so hurtful to such a sweet creature but he remained transfixed. Verity lay on the bed and the man began kissing her nipples until she began to moan, then kissed his way to her pussy. His tongue bringing her to a series of orgasms, 'It's a fine line between pleasure and pain' he thought. The sex continued for several hours he pleasured himself brutally with her and then made up for it by bringing her to orgasm until he finished and dressed to leave. There was no passion or love in him only brutal selfishness sex.
Frank wondered how such an intelligent, strong willed and beautiful woman could allow this abuse to continue Over the next few days, he thought about talking to Verity. He also found himself drawn to the peephole every chance he could. He watched her slide on her delightful array of panties over her heavenly ass each morning, he watched her undress, never failing to be excited as she unsnapped her bra releasing her perfect tits. He watched her masturbate. Each time she wore the same powder blue baby-doll nightie with matching high cut panties, she began as always, caressing her breasts through the soft silk until the nipple hardened then slid the halter aside and pinched them quite hard. She rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and pulled at it. Then wetted her fingers and repeated this procedure no doubt imaging a lover's mouth. She traced her damp finger down her sweet flat tummy lingering a moment at her diamond studded belly button then began to touch her pussy though the panties, pressing hard and circling her fingers until she broke into shivers and moans orgasming repeatedly. She then rolled over onto her tummy and raised her sweet ass, slid the panties aside and trust three fingers into herself squealing ' Fuck me, I love it when you do that'.
Frank found himself falling in love with her by day and infatuated with her by night and early morning from his cupboard. He watched the male visitor repeat his earlier performances and felt enraged. She was beautiful and he couldn't help wanting her the very thought of her made him warm and horny he wanted to protect her but most of all he wanted to make love to her and show her how love making could be. He managed to discuss her boyfriend with her on a few occasions and she passed over it quickly. He tried to allude to the idea that bad relationships need to stop and moved on and he spoke frankly about his own divorce. A few days after he heard her crying through the wall, he peered through the peephole, she was alone; her dress ripped and torn. She looked very upset. He left his apartment and knocked on her door. 'Verity open up, It's Frank here' She came to the door, her eyes streaked with eyeliner lipstick smeared. 'Verity are you ok?' She sobbed and broke into tears, he took her into his arms, and they sat down on the living room sofa.
'He is such a bastard, I tried to break it off with him and he tore my clothes and tried to rape me. It was awful! I kicked him hard in the cods and then ran for my life.'
She sobbed out the story and held onto Frank for comfort, He patted her as she cried into his shoulder, her dress hanging off her revealing her sweet floral bra and panties her slender legs clenched tightly together.
'Do you want me to phone the cops? Frank said.
