Confessions Of A Voyeur Ch 03

Warning: There are some morally dubious elements in this story. It is meant to be a pure fantasy and not an endorsement of such behavior in real life. This is meant to be sexy, not instructive. All characters are eighteen or older.

You don't need to read the first two chapters before reading this one but I think it gives good context to the voyeur's psyche.

I attended a small university in a dreary location somewhere in the forgotten hinterland of America. As one of the few engineering students on campus, and one of only four girls in the program, I felt constantly alone. I stayed in an all girls dormitory, and the girls who attended my college were nothing like me. They were all vivacious, erudite and focused on lofty goals and ambitions of academia and politics. I was the nerd, resigned to tinkering with my circuitboards and gears, unable to break the social logjam of this new and strange world.

My sexuality made things only more confusing. While our dormitory had single bedrooms, we shared a bathroom on our floor, which meant I was often subjected to the view of undressed girls. Fearful of revealing my arousal and my voyeuristic tendencies, I tried to shower late at night or early in the morning, avoiding contact with the other girls. Though I tried to tune it out, their mean whispers hung around me in a cloud, and I knew they laughed at me behind my back. The dorky girl, the one who didn't fit in. So I spent hours working in the engineering labs, or studying in the library, determined to at least be a good student.

There were only two people who were kind to me during my first semester at school. The first was Henry, a gangly looking Asian boy with thick glasses, who was in one of my engineering classes. I think he had a bit of a crush on me at first, but he was a smart guy and caught me looking at girls. We were lab partners in physics and he quickly grew to be my only real friend. In time, I confessed to him that I was attracted to women, and he was gracious and accepting in a way that made me comfortable.

It was to Henry that I spoke first of Riya, the second person who was kind to me. "I think I have a crush on my RA," I said, adjusting the position of the laser device for our experiment. "She's this really hot Indian pre-med student. A junior."

"Damn, that's lucky," Henry said, peering over the glare of his laptop. "My RA is this ugly fat chick and honestly she's pretty annoying, too." He pursed his lips. "I mean, if she's a junior, you could totally try and make a move on her."

Like he'd ever made a move on anyone. Or me, for that matter. I released the pendulum so that we could record its motion, and track it on Henry's laptop. "That's crazy. I wouldn't even know how. Honestly, I'm just happy to look at her."

She had caught my eye immediately, at our first dorm meeting. Dressed in tight gym shorts and a crop top, her dark skin glistening under the rays of sun cast down upon our shared dorm patio, she carried authority easy on her young shoulders. Despite only being two years older than me, she seemed to me every bit as mature as my teacher, Lisa Xu. And it was the thought of her, naked and writhing between the legs of my neighbor, Ana Flores, that made my quivering cunt realize I had a similar attraction to Riya. As she spoke about the dorm rules and how she was around to help, my eyes drifted to the cut of her shirt, revealing the cleavage of her ample bosom.

I knew, right there and then, that I wanted to see her naked. The voyeur in me demanded it.

It didn't help that she was kind, too. When she saw me crying in the student lounge behind a hefty textbook, she immediately walked over. Her dark eyes glowed with warmth as she spoke to me and comforted me, wrapping me in a hug. Her scent overwhelmed me as her bosom pressed against my own, and my desire for her only grew more desperate.

Unfortunately, since she was the RA, she had her own private bathroom. No chance for me to sneak a peek in the communal restroom. So I started making up excuses to come visit in her room, to scope it out. She was a social person, not at all fazed by my awkwardness, and happily chatted with me about my schoolwork, even though I could tell she didn't care about engineering at all.

"I can't believe all the crazy math you do, Kate," Riya said, laughing as she tied up her thick, black hair into a ponytail. Today she was dressed in leggings and a loose, baggy t-shirt, which still somehow managed to look good on her. "My parents would have loved if I was an engineer, but there was no way. Poli sci is definitely a lot easier than what you do. It's really cool."

I blushed at her praise, my eyes shifting to the floor. I sat on a chair at her desk, across from the beautiful older girl, who sat cross-legged on her bed. "It's not that cool, I said. I just like fixing and building things. Always have. I used to help my dad with his contracting work, so that's how I got into it."

Little did I know that my nerdy engineering side was going to open a door for my voyeuristic, perverted side.

Riya's eyes lit up. "You like fixing things, right? I have the most annoying problem in my room, and the shitty building maintenance people can't come by for another three weeks. Christ, for all the fucking money we pay in tuition, you'd think they'd have better services." She stood up and beckoned for me to follow.

I got up and walked with her into her en suite bathroom. It was quite a mess inside, and I felt my cheeks grow hot as I saw a few pairs of panties lying around on the floor, some quite frilly and fancy. "Sorry it's a disaster in here," Riya said, shaking her head as she kicked aside some trousers and shorts she'd left on the ground. "Okay, look up here," she said, pointing above.

I looked up to a ventilation shaft, usually where a fan would be placed to suck out the moisture. "The fan isn't working. Look, there are watermarks on the wall now," Riya said, pointing at the spots next to the mirror. "I'm worried I'll get mold soon. Do you think you could fix it?"

I felt my heart start to race as I looked around. The vent was right above the center of the room. A sink and mirror were on one side, the toilet in the middle and the shower on the other side. If I placed a camera at just the right angle...

I could have an even better view than the one of Ms. Flores's bedroom I had in my treehouse back home.

"I've fixed fans like that before," I said, trying to keep my voice nice and measured, though my heart was hammering inside my cunt. "I need to get a few new tools for this. Let me come by on Friday and take a look. When's a good time?" It was Sunday, so that gave me a few days.

Riya beamed at me. "That would be awesome. I have class all day, and then I go to the gym, but I get back around six PM. It'd be great if you could fix it up for me before I shower."

I had to think fast. This was a great opportunity, but I could maximize it if I played my cards right. "I actually have night lab so I need to eat dinner then. If you have an extra room card, I could come in during the afternoon and fix it for you."

I held my breath, waiting for a response. Would she trust me in her room? How could she? I was a deviant, a scandalous pervert.

"Yeah, that would be great. Hold on, let me get the spare." Without a trace of suspicion in her voice, she walked over to her desk, swinging that compact, tight ass at me. She rummaged through her drawers and pulled out a yellow plastic card. "Here you go," she said, handing it to me. She winked at me. "Don't go through my mini fridge. I'll be pissed if you steal my wine."

I laughed nervously as I left her room. If she only knew how devious I truly was.

#

Henry knew a lot more about camera technology than I did, so I asked him for his opinion in the coyest way possible. "Someone keeps stealing my food from our dorm fridge," I said, trying to keep a straight face as I shuffled into lecture with him. Plopping my bag down, I sat in my desk and looked at him. "I want to put a little security camera in the student lounge so I can catch whoever it is."

Henry's scrawny face scrunched up. "Can't you just ask security? I think they have cameras in there already."

I rolled my eyes. "Security won't give me access for something like this. And they won't do anything about it either. I need something really small, hard to see, and durable."

His eyes narrowed behind his thick glasses frames. "Durable?"

I felt my stomach twist. "There's a leak somewhere. It gets muggy and damp in there. I need something that works well in humidity." I hated how good I was getting at lying when it came to getting my fix.

"This school's infrastructure is so shit," Henry said, rolling his eyes. And I was, in this moment, quite happy about that. "Okay, I think I have a good recommendation. I used this one on a drone rig me and my brother made once."

A drone rig? I could feel my deviant side cackle at the opportunities a drone could provide. But I was keeping it simple for now. I took into his recommendations, and by the time Friday came around, I had my plan all set up.

After my afternoon class ended at 4PM, I took my toolkit to Riya's room. I knocked just in case she was there, and then I opened the door with her spare keycard. I only had a few hours to finish my work. I went to the bathroom first, and unscrewed the grate of the ventilator. The fan itself took almost an hour to clean and fix, and once it was working properly, I pulled out the spycam. It was a tiny device, which needed to be wired into a power source. With a little bit of nifty soldering, I was able to connect it to the wiring of the fan, and then I secured it inside the vent. Closing the grate down, I then used the wireless connection to test the feed on my laptop. To my delight, the video was crisp, and the wide angle lens captured the entire bathroom from above.

I secured the vent grate and glanced at my watch. It was 5:20PM. That gave me a half hour to enact the second part of my plan.

I went back into the bedroom and looked around for a good location to place my second camera. I needed to be careful, to find a location that would absolutely never be found, but also give me a good view. Time was running out, but eventually I found a good location - inside the fluorescent tube lights on the ceiling. It provided me a good location to connect the wiring, and the camera's grey color matched the ceiling tile. I cut a small hole in the glass so that the video wouldn't be distorted, and I was pleased to see my new bird's eye view of the room.

I received a text at 5:50PM.

Just finished at gym. U done with the fan?

I texted Riya back.

Just finished. Going back to my room. Let me know if it works.

Grabbing my bag, tools and my laptop, I exited the room hurriedly, and went back to my own. I popped open both video feeds and waited in anticipation. My heart was hammering in my chest as I feared being caught. At the same time, my loins were moistening, excited already at the prospect of seeing the dusky beauty in a state of undress.

Finally, the door opened on the bedroom video feed. Riya entered, her sweaty hair a mess, dressed in gym shorts and a crop top, much like she had been the first time I saw her. To my pleasure, she began to strip immediately, casting her shirt on the floor and stepping out of her sweaty gym shorts. Her dark brown skin gleamed with sweat under the fluorescent light as I admired her figure in her white athletic bra and panties. They complemented her dark skin nicely, her well-shaped thighs rising to her muscled, compact derriere.

My hand slipped into my pants as she undid her ponytail, allowing her dark, frizzy hair to come loose as she walked into the bathroom. My eyes flicked to the next feed as she rummaged about her sink drawers, grabbing a razor and some shaving cream. Her eyes flicked upwards at the fan, and my heart lurched, but there was no suspicion. Unlike with Ms. Flores's room, I had no audio, so I couldn't hear as the fan went on, but a smile crossed her lips, so I could tell she was satisfied.

She pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. Grabbing her phone from the sink counter I saw her typing in there.

My phone buzzed. I picked it up.

Fan's working again, ty ty.

I typed back, my eyes flicking back and forth between the laptop and my screen.

No problem. You showered yet?

Nah. About to.

I couldn't believe this. I was texting Riya while she was on the toilet. While I felt no arousal at the exit of bodily waste, the knowledge of being privy to such a deep level of her privacy was driving me wild. My fingers strummed against my clit as I tried to type one handed.

Lmk if it's still muggy in there after you shower.

She grabbed some toilet paper and wiped up, then flushed. Stepping up, she stepped out of her panties, giving me the first look at her nether regions. A layer of dark peach fuzz covered her mons, and her pussy was tight and pale against her dark skin. A moan escaped my lips as I curled a finger inside of myself.

Riya pulled off her bra, allowing her large, perky breasts to come free. Young and unmarked, unlike Miss Flores', they were exceptionally beautiful for their large, dark nipples. I imagined my mouth around one of them, sucking. My fingers probed deeper inside myself, desperate and hunting for release.

She typed into her phone with one hand as she turned on the shower.

Will lyk. Thx Kate.

She stepped into the shower and tipped her head back as hot water coursed through her hair. It wasn't as easy to watch her as I would have liked, as steam did fill the room, but I got good glimpses of her body as she bathed and shaved, and my perverted mind could fill in the blanks. Panting, grunting, I came sharply and suddenly as she stepped out from the shower, a dripping wet dark goddess of steam and suds.

Her eyes flicked up towards the camera again. I licked my lips. My phone buzzed and I looked down at it.

Just showered. The fan works like a dream. I owe u.

I looked down at my damp pants. She had more than repaid me.

#

As I had done with Miss Flores, I became a regular and disciplined viewer of Riya's daily private activities. Over the semester, I memorized her schedule and scheduled my own viewing sessions accordingly. I became intimately acquainted with every piece of underwear she owned - the blue boyshorts, the pink lacy thong, the plain white athletic panties she wore to the gym - and even more so, her bathing and grooming habits. She went to the gym almost every day, in the evenings, and showered afterwards. She spent a great deal of time shaving her legs, but seemed to be more lax in shaving her pussy. I also watched her on the toilet and got a special thrill out of texting her at those times. In fact, I did so often enough that she commented.

Tmi lol but idk why but u always text me when I'm on the shitter

I giggled as I pumped my fingers into my cunt, my left hand stumbling to type out a response.

Ew groszx. *Gross

However, unlike Ms. Flores, she was not so libidinous. I thought I caught her watching porn once or twice, but she rarely, if ever, masturbated, and if she did so, it was under the covers of her bed, in the dark, frustrating me to no end, as I longed to see the look of orgasm on her face. She confessed to me, in one of our text conversations, that she was a virgin, and that there was no rush for either of us to lose our virginity.

It took everything in my power to resist the urge to offer to take her virginity. In truth, I wasn't sure she was even into girls. It was not until the last week of the semester, right after my last final exam, that I finally got a real peek into Riya's sexuality. As I got off the elevator and walked to the hallway, I saw a pretty blonde girl holding Riya's hand and following her into her room. I think Riya saw me watch, and I swore I saw a blush cross her cheeks.

I did my best not to sprint down the hall to my room.

Slamming my door shut, I sat down at my desk and popped open my laptop. To my delight, the lights were on, though dimmed, and the two girls were making out on the bed. Their kisses were sloppy, more delicate and clumsy than the way Ms. Flores and Miss Xu had kissed, but my pants and underwear were already on the floor. I massaged my clit gently, not wanting to rush as the kissing grew more heated, the blonde pulling Riya on top of her.

They both wore jeans and t-shirts and they awkwardly fumbled at each other before pulling them off. Unhooking their bras, they continued to kiss and paw at each other gingerly, as though unsure of how to approach this. I strained to get a good look at the blonde's tits, which were smaller than Riya's, with pale areolas. Eventually, Riya began to descend, her lips hesitantly grazing the blonde's nipples, and then giving them a suck. The blonde's narrow, pinched face twisted backwards in pleasure and Riya seemed encouraged.

I realized I was watching Riya lose her virginity, and I felt a strange, perverted sense of honor at being part of it. It was the ultimate violation, and that was what made it so arousing. My fingers hooked inside of my cunt as Riya unzipped the blonde's jeans, tugged down her pink panties and began to awkwardly finger her lover.

They were like painters using unfamiliar brushes, trying and straining and kissing and playing together. Utterly different from the sex between two experienced sapphic lovers I had witnessed before, but beautiful in its own way. When the blonde was finally naked, her bald little pussy winking up at me, and Riya hesitantly dipped her tongue down there, I saw her brown eyes widen in surprise and shock at the taste. Hesitant flicks of her tongue, her fingers still pumping inside, and then slowly she grew more eager, lust flooding her dusky, beautiful face.

I felt so close to her in that moment, watching her enjoy her first taste of pussy. As I leaned back in my chair, legs spread out so my feet lay the desk, impaling myself on my fingers, I saw Riya deliver an orgasm to her blonde lover. The blonde's toes curled, her back arched, and her eyelids fluttered as she shuddered under the assault of Riya's tongue.

And then she lay there, limp, exhausted, as Riya lay beside her, cuddled up. I waited for the blonde to reciprocate, but to my surprise, she began to get dressed. They were arguing a bit, Riya waving her hands, but the blonde pointed at her phone. Dressed up, she pressed a kiss to Riya's lips and made an apologetic gesture as she walked out the door.

I could see the frustration and hurt in Riya's eyes as she lay back on the bed, wearing nothing but her pink, lacy panties. Her hand snuck down her taut, brown belly and slipped inside. "Yes," I moaned, rubbing myself. I wanted to come with Riya, my crush. Not with the unknown blonde. I wanted to take her virginity. I wanted to eat her pussy, better than that blonde ever could.

Riya's hand began to move, faster and faster, her fingers pushing inside of her. She wiggled out of her panties, her dark, trimmed bush shining in the moonlight from the half-shuttered window. Together we played with ourselves, me matching her rhythm, breathing in her sexual frustration and hurt, and together we came, our backs arching, mouths spread wide open. I contained my shout as best as I could, though it could hardly be heard over the din and racket of the dormitory on a Friday. And perhaps I imagined it, but I thought I could hear her cry out loud too.

When she finished, she lay there for a moment, nude, resplendent in godlike repose. She was a work of art. Her eyes flicked up. They narrowed and her lips parted. I sat leaned back in my chair, legs still spread, exhausted. My cum dripped from my cunt down onto the dorm room floor. And then my heart sank to my stomach.