Sometimes there is just no explanation for things that happen, abilities people have, and so on. Thatâs my situation. I canât explain it, donât understand it, but love it nonetheless. You might be asking âWhatâs this guy talking about?â.
Well, ever since I was young I have had an ability that has launched me into the world of a fanatic voyeur. It started very innocently. One day when I was 10 I was sitting on the couch in our living room, all alone and just wondering what my mom and dad were going to get me for my upcoming birthday.
Suddenly both of them were standing near the window talking about the mountain bike that dad had just bought for me. He was hiding it at a neighborâs house until the big day.
Now, the strange thing about this was that they were both at work, twenty miles away! I didnât understand it, and they just kind of faded away. I was confused so I didnât say anything to anyone. And when the big day arrived, so did my bike, from the neighborâs garage, of course. To make a long story short (so I can get on with the real story here) I soon learned that I had an ability to focus on a place and âwatchâ the history of it by thinking of events that I would like to know. For example, I later discovered that just the day before my first encounter, mom and dad had stood in that very room having the discussion I listened to. I just picked up on a âreplayâ so to speak. As I refined this ability, life got interesting.
Another quick example of how useful this was: I found that I could stand behind my teachersâ desks in school when no one else was around and read over their shoulders, get the test questions they were putting in their lesson plans, etc. all before the test time! This really boosted my grades, as well as my approval rating at home. Life was great! And you know what? It got even better!
But, I digress. My teen years were a busy time, but soon I found myself graduating at the top of my class. Thatâs when I stopped and looked over my life. I had so thrown myself into using my talent for advancement that I had forgotten about the rest of life. Here I was, eighteen years old, heading out to a bright future, alone. No girlfriend. Not really even any friends. Thatâs when my late-blooming hormones started to kick in and I found a real use for my talent. I was again sitting alone, in a little cove down by the lake. I liked to go there when I needed to relax and get away from it all. But today I was still worrying about my âno girlâ problem. I had never been interrupted here before, but today an older neighbor, Tammy and her boyfriend just walked right into my hideaway! I was so preoccupied with my problems that it took a moment to realize that this was just another side of my ability.
Without even paying any attention to me, Tammy pulled off her T-shirt and Jim started to rub suntan lotion on her! I was so flustered that I froze. He didnât spend much time working on the smooth skin of her back before his hands reached around and cupped her small, firm breasts. The lotion soon became secondary as they started to make out big time. Suddenly I connected the dots and realized that they werenât really here now, but I was again watching a replay of an earlier time. WOW!!!!
Now, Tammy was one of the hottest girls my sister had hung around with during high school, but being the nerd that I was, I never paid any attention. She graduated a year before I did, and was gone all year at college. What I was now watching was her first day back from school, once again reunited with Jim, her local boyfriend. And like I said, she was hot! Just a little taller than I am (about 5â5â) and not an extra ounce of unnecessary fat anywhere. She had a perfect face (my favorite part of a womanâs face is if she has a perfectly straight bridge to her nose. I donât know why but that just drives me nuts). In the small of her back, on her left hip was a tattoo of a perfect yellow rose. And when she turned around to kiss Jim, I had to gasp at the awesome (but small) pink nipples sitting atop the firmest breasts you could imagine. Just below that, her low cut shorts barely covered the flattest stomach I had ever seen (Hell, it was the first I had ever seen. Why did I let myself miss out on girls all those years?). A wisp of light brown pubic hair rode above the hem of her shorts, just waiting to be exposed more fully. Tammyâs hands were wandering all over Jim, and before I knew it, she was pulling his cock out of his trunks. She stroked him up and down really fast for a few seconds until he started to pull her shorts down. I was about to see my very first pussy! I was all worked up too, which caused a sudden complication.