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EXHIBITIONIST VOYEUR

College Residence E V Fishbowl

College Residence E V Fishbowl

by naedmasseur
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I came home from my freshman year a changed man. Few of my classmates had started their first year as virgins, but I had. It wasn't that I had been so virtuous in high school, waiting for the "right" one, but more through lack of opportunity. I should have been able to entice one or more of the seniors at school to give me a blowjob or titty fuck before I graduated, but I had been painfully shy and awkward. Despite being a three sport athlete and well-liked by my peers, I was unable to capitalize on my physical attributes and talk myself into a coed's panties because of my social ineptitude.

Things changed for me in the new and exciting atmosphere at U of W. I played varsity rugby and the "Rugger Huggers" hung around after our home games, joining in the "piss ups" held just off campus to host the visiting team after the game before they had to take a bus back to their own schools. A unique aspect of the game that sets it apart from other sports, rugby's piss ups were cordial affairs with singing and drinking with one's opponents. An animals' game played by gentlemen, you had to leave any grudges or hard feelings on the pitch when the final whistle blew.

The ladies drank with the best of us at these piss ups and I lost my cherry in a forgettable encounter that I had difficulty remembering the details of later. I wasn't even sure who I had been with, let alone having any fond memories from the experience. I was more cautious and circumspect at our remaining piss ups, limiting my consumption to more moderate amounts. It wasn't the only time I got lucky that season, but losing my virginity in such a forgettable manner was a life-long regret.

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One of the perks of playing for a school team was having our own room at the student athlete residence. Varsity athletes were treated well (a single room was unheard of for all but seniors for the general student body) and by chance, my room was a corner unit on the top (4th) floor of the complex. Directly across the narrow Common from us was an identical complex occupied by our female athletes. A busy walkway between campuses bisected the elevated Common which was well lit at night. I quickly discovered that my corner unit windows (set at a 90Β° angle) offered me a direct view of more than half of the rooms across the way. On the flip side of that coin, they had a direct view into my unit as well. Passersby quickly learned that there was plenty of eye candy to be spied on at the athletes' dorms.

My very first night in my new digs revealed to me just how much of a fishbowl we were all living in. It was the 70's and the Oil Embargo had scared everyone - including university budget departments. These two relatively new residences were ugly things really, but they were energy efficient. The large plate glass windows took up almost all of the outside wall in each room and were incorporated directly into the wall structure. They couldn't be opened and HVAC was centrally controlled. Traditional drapes were replaced with new, mirrored verticals thought to be highly energy efficient. Essentially two-way mirrors, the idea was to louver the mirrored slats facing out to keep the light (and heat) out.

Because they were two-way mirrors, the reverse side of the slat allowed the light through. Unlike traditional drapes, the vertical blinds only blocked the light from the mirrored side - in one direction only. Reversing the louver so the mirrored sides faced inward created a wall-to-wall mirrror, but a transparent one. It allowed those outside to see in. It was disconcerting and difficult to get used to. Louvered in, you had a transparent wall-to-wall mirror, louvered out you had a view outside without being seen or observed yourself. Of course, the blinds could be drawn open as well.

With the blinds closed, you had two choices : you could watch/peep and no one would know you were doing so or you could be exposed and spied on without being aware of who was watching. As I said -- disconcerting. No doubt, it was not the intention of the blind manufacturer to produce the perfect window covering for voyeurs and exhibitionists, but that's what they were. The problem was for those who valued their privacy or were unaware of the issue. Carelessness could also result in inadvertent exposure or observation. The accidental exhibitionist / voyeur.

I watched the hustle and bustle of my female counterparts across the way as they went about settling into their rooms that first night. I was initially unaware of the issue with the blinds and it appeared that many of those coeds across the way were in the dark (so to speak) as well. There was no mention in the Orientation Package warning the residents of their potential exposure to their neighbors, only an explanation of their energy efficiency when "used as directed". Rumor had it that the university was aware of the issue but were unwilling to acknowledge it for fear of having to replace them all at great expense.

The blinds that the university had provided were wholly inadequate at providing privacy -- they were all but transparent when the lights in the room were on. From inside your own unit, they appeared to be doing what they were supposed to be doing, but when lit from behind, they might as well have been sheers. Those athletes returning for a second or third year were aware of this and (if they were concerned about their privacy) had resorted to hanging sheets over the drapery hardware or brought their own drapes to hang. However, the administrators discouraged this as it defeated the purpose of saving energy. Catch 22?

Each unit was furnished with a double bed (another perk of being an athlete), a large wardrobe, a study desk and chair but little else. With no TV, toilet or even a sink in our individual units, each wing of the residence had a communal lounge with couches, a TV and a large, open concept communal shower/washroom with sinks and toilets. Although regulations restricted males and females from each others residences, it was the 70's and enforcement was next to non-existent. I quickly discovered that any expectations of privacy did not apply anywhere outside of your own room.

Initially, I was unaware of my own potential exposure to the coeds across the way until I witnessed the reverse myself. As dusk fell and lights were turned on across the common, previously dark windows were now lit up. I was shocked with how much I could see and how casually some of the coeds across the way were treating their own modesty. It wasn't until I realized that I could see clearly into their rooms even with the blinds in place that it dawned on me that I was just as exposed. Unless those coeds had installed their own drapes or hung a sheet or blanket covering their window, they were on display.

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I struggled with my own impulse to cover my windows -- for about a minute. I had no idea what the term meant back then, but I was a full-fledged voyeur. The atmosphere here in the two athletic residences was charged with an exhibitionist energy that was hard to miss, let alone ignore. A quick glance out the window seldom disappointed because those coeds across the way who were on display (intentionally or not) seldom covered up. They had no roommate to answer to, so modesty was unnecessary when in their own room. If I was going to enjoy the fruits of my neighbors' exhibitionism, then it would be "selfish" of me not to return the favor. I wasn't hard to look at and I was proud of both my physique and endowment. It was easy to adapt to showing off because all I had to do was leave myself exposed. Simple as that.

Being athletes and in our early 20's for the most part, most of us were fit and had muscular and often lithe bodies. Used to being seen and admired by an audience or a crowd. Even if we were not sexual exhibitionists, showing off was often part of our psyche. Many of us participated in sports for the accolades. We wanted to be admired - even if we didn't articulate it that way. Once you had deliberately let someone across the way see you exposed and you enjoyed the feelings of guilt and titillation that it produced, it became easier and easier to make sure it happened -- again and again.

It was obvious that some of the first year coeds were unaware of just how exposed they were that first week or so. I managed to see more bare breasts and butts during that time than I had in my whole high school career. I counted 48 windows that were more or less in my direct line of sight and vice versa. I could clearly see those occupants and I realizing that dozens of others in my own residence would have more or less the same view.

Of course, there were many of those across the way who were well aware of their exposure to the gaze of their male counterparts. And relished it. There were three in particular (all members of the gymnastics team) who went out of their way every Saturday morning to put on a show for those of us who would be watching.

I knew who they were. They had gone to a rival school in my hometown and had graduated a year ahead of me. They had been the stars of their team, competing in and winning the provincial championship their final year of high school. They had put U of W on the gymnastics map last year and were well known and popular on campus. The upcoming Olympics in Montreal weren't out of the question for Suzanne, the most talented of the three. In a sport prone to jealousy, Suzanne, Jenny and Catrina were remarkably close. And they showed all who were watching just how close they were. Regularly. Once a week.

For two hours every Saturday morning (when not off campus for a competition) the three of them would shower and then meet in Suzanne's room, which was directly across from my own. Her unit was one of the four corresponding ones to mine -- a corner unit on the third floor (I was on the 4th). It couldn't have been closer. I was practically on top of her, able to read the title of a text book that she might be studying from. Of course, the reverse was also true. I had no qualms about giving this goddess an eyeful at every opportunity. For me, leaving my blinds open was the answer -- to see AND be seen.

It was easy to fantasize that they were doing these shows for me as I stood in front of my window, cock in hand, but I knew I was not the only one with a ringside seat. But they could see me -- they knew that I was watching because my blinds were open. I would watch from the comfort of my room as the three of them got together, took turns slowly undressing each other and had at it -- well aware of the audience that they were entertaining. It was the first time that I had ever witnessed lesbian sex and the three of them were not shy about putting on a erotic show for any and all who might be watching.

I was fascinated by their boldness and incredible sexiness. Their shows were no holds barred and they had great imaginations. And incredible bodies. They went out of their way to thrill and titillate their audience without openly acknowledging that we were there. They were not shy and made sure that they were on display for all to see. There was no doubt that their exhibitionism fueled their own sexuality.

By choosing Saturday mornings, they could be ensured of maximizing their audience. The Common and intercampus pathway were busy places on the weekends when the weather was good and, no doubt, many of those were there knowing that they would be treated to an x-rated show by these goddesses. The audience wasn't restricted to Suzanne's window alone -- they would have a choice where to look for further entertainment in either of our two residences -- male or female. I had heard it referred to as Peepers' Row.

One of their acts in particular just floored me. Early that Saturday morning, when the common was buzzing with activity, the three of them had showered, entered Suzanne's room and dropped their towels. After some initial breast play, Suzanne got on all fours on the bed, then spread her legs into the splits. For all to see. With a bolster under her hips for stability, she held her cheeks apart with her splayed fingers and the other two took turns giving her a rim job. Each of them allowed her to eat their pussy while they waited for their own turn to get "rimmed".

At first I was appalled by what I was watching, never dreaming that such an act was not only possible but that anybody would even do such a thing. It seemed dirty. Soon enough though, fascination overcame my initial revulsion and my cock was throbbing like never before. I could see that all three of them were enjoying themselves immensely as I stroked myself slowly, savoring the build up of tension. I had learned to avoid beating my meat for 48 hours before an upcoming "show" to intensify the sensations and allow for more than a single climax.

This morning, I watched as Suzanne was quivering as an orgasm crept up on her. She dropped her upper body to the bed as she used her fingers to pull her cheeks apart even further as Katie's tongue thrust beyond the sphincter and into her anus. Suzanne was overcome with the sensations, her body convulsing with wave after wave of her orgasm.

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As I watched these goddesses doing things to each other that were beyond my imagination before this morning, I was beating my meat furiously directly in front of the window with no regard for my own modesty. I had decided early on that semester that I was not going to concern myself with being spied on. In fact, I would allow myself to be observed by anyone who might be interested. I had no idea what the terms meant back then, but I was a voyeur and was overcoming my personal inhibitions to become an exhibitionist.

The queasiness I initially had when exposing myself to strangers was quickly replaced by a thrilling desire to do so. At every opportunity. As much as I loved to peep, I loved to show off even more. I would hurry home from practice, anticipating another opportunity to expose myself. Just unlocking the door gave me a boner, the mirrored slats greeting me triggered my libido. I couldn't get naked fast enough.

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It was late on a Friday evening in the fall when I noticed her -- again. It had been a warm, humid day and I took my time getting back to my room in residence, exhausted after practice and my dinner in the cafeteria. As usual, I opened my drapes as soon as I got in, intending to undress and parade around, hoping that one of my neighbors might be home as well for some mutual admiration.

I had been lucky to score one of the corner units of the top (4th) floor at the Student Athlete Complex (SAC), the dorm set aside for varsity team members. Lucky because, although the room was no larger than any of the others, it had two windows set at a 90Β° angle. Best of all -- no roommate. By now, I was used to being under potential and constant observation -- either from the female athletes across the way in the matching SAC or by others streaming along the path on their way from one end of the campus to the other.

My room sat like a perch over it's surroundings. On top of a ridge that bisected the campus, our SAC looked down on the intercampus pathway that linked east and west as well as the women's SAC. My room was situated such that I had a panoramic view of my surroundings. Conversely, I could be seen from a number of angles when I was home. One had to be careful if you valued your privacy by keep the drapes closed. I certainly didn't.

My routine was to close the drapes when I left for my first class, then open them again and turned on the overhead light when I got back home after dinner. It was a signal that I had devised for any voyeurs that might be watching that I was or was not home. My ego told me that I had an audience and no doubt I did. I was a tall, muscular athlete and had a decent endowment and was comfortable with showing off my frequent erections. I tried to vary my "shows" with other than an immediate disrobing when I got home, but routine dictated otherwise. I would make sure that I was always in full view of anyone who was peeping. I was never in a hurry, savoring the slow tease that I had down pat. If my drapes were closed, I wasn't home -- if they were open then I was.

I might have startled her when I drew my blinds open that particular Friday evening - there was some frantic scrambling outside that caught my eye. A short distance away, just off the intercampus path, someone was hiding behind a bush. She was not hard to miss and I knew who she was right away. Her name was Betty, but everyone called her Belle (from Tinker Bell in Disney's Peter Pan). She had played the iconic role in her high school's production of Peter Pan, so it seemed appropriate. She liked the name better than her own. She was bubbly and outgoing and a party girl.

Belle was less than five feet tall but with an incredibly well-proportioned physique. Like her namesake, she had a voluptuous figure. Although short in stature, her figure left little to be improved upon. At 4'10" and 92 lbs. she was had pear-sized and shaped breasts with pert and erect nipples that proudly stood out from her svelte torso. Her cheeks and thighs were both muscular and shapely. She was often complimented that her figure was a pint-sized version of Marilyn Monroe's.

At the beginning of the semester Belle was dating Jon, one of my teammates. She was a hangers-on at our residence while dating him, but they broke up shortly after our first game of the season. She was not automatically unwelcome at our dorm -- in fact, she was considered a bit of a fixture. She was still hanging out in our fourth floor common room, much to everyone's delight. Jon had a new squeeze and was now with her most of the time, so Belle just continued to hang out with us.

She had initially dressed quite modestly when she had first started hanging about, but the hot weather and the breakup had had their influence. Of late, she had become much more provocative in her attire. Belle was a talented seamstress -- a skill she had learned from her mother and one that had been born of necessity. As a competitive dancer, it had often been difficult to find the sexy and fashionable outfits that she would be wearing during her solo performances because most of the ready-made dresses and skirts in her size were found in the kids' section. She adopted some of MM's style of clothing because they complimented her curvy figure and flared out to show off her legs -- but she had to make (or at least modify) them herself. She was frugal and tried to use a minimalist approach. By skimping on the amount of material she used, her creations were often quite risquΓ©.

Fortunately, many of the dresses, tops and skirts that she had made over the last few years still fit and she had an extensive collection of incredibly unique and sexy outfits to choose from. She had scored yards and yards of both a white and a beige material years ago that were a bargain - and transparent. Any outfits made from these materials should have required an additional under layer for modesty. But she had managed to combine lace and strategically placed appliquΓ©s to eliminate the need for bra and panties which she thought "ruined the lines" of her creations. What resulted was a look that was uniquely hers.

She moved with incredible grace -- her years of competitive dancing had left their mark. She was proud of both her dancing and her physique. A toke or a beer or two would get the juices flowing and she liked to show off. Some of her more ingenious creations allowed her to show more than modesty would dictate, but this was the 70's and societal norms were somewhat lax -- at least at our beloved Alma mater.

Belle was anything but modest and so she took advantage of the occasional "inadvertent" nip slip or upskirt to show off. In effect, a lot of her favorite outfits were little more than lingerie -- lingerie that had been designed by her to emphasize her curves and offered peek-a-boo glimpses of bare flesh or erect nipples. It was difficult to ignore just how risquΓ© these outfits were, but Belle managed to pull it off, scandalizing the lecture halls and classrooms with her daring displays of flesh.

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