I Did Not Mean To...

I did not mean to ...

By Dawn R

This story is inspired by memories of my first voyeur experience

All the characters in this story are over eighteen.

I wasn't really looking. I mean I did not mean to, not at him. It was Tuesday of orientation week, and I was adjusting to living away from home for the first time. It was nearly ten pm and I had started to get ready for bed. I had brushed my teeth and put on my pyjama top and was standing in my panties about to shed those for the pyjama pants in my hand. For some reason I had not yet drawn the blinds, so there was nothing to stop me looking from my room into his.

At ground level the two wings of this student residence were separated by a concrete gathering area no more than thirty feet wide. Our rooms were on the fourth floors of our respective six-storey buildings. These were meant as two person rooms but many of the students, like the one I would be sharing with, had yet to arrive.

The lights were on, and my attention had been caught by the movement in his room as he moved past his window. From my angle I could look across his bed to the door to his room. I assumed he was going out but instead he opened the door and invited someone to come in. As he moved aside, I gasped as I saw his guest was a girl, I suppose I should say 'young woman' a bit older than me. I knew that was the men's wing and I had not imagined women were allowed over there, certainly not at this hour, which for me was very late.

I'm Andrea Smythe. I had a rather strict upbringing and from the age of twelve was educated in an all-girls boarding school. I was considered bright and had jumped a grade when I was fifteen and now having turned eighteen in late August, I was beginning my first term at university. I had arrived two days ago and was still finding my way around as my courses would take place on two different campuses (is that the correct plural of campus?).

I say I was considered bright but that was confined to academics. The last two days had left me feeling confused and stupid. In addition to having trouble getting used to the geography of the place I had already fallen foul of some silly student initiation pranks and was angry at my naivety. As I watched I wondered if the scene before me was somehow staged to prank me again.

He poured two shots of what I took to be some liqueur, maybe peach brandy, and they both laughed as they tipped them down their throats before sitting on his bed. She reached over to the tie he was wearing, undid the knot and slipped it from his neck before starting to unbutton his shirt. As she did that, he moved his hands to the top she was wearing and began lifting it over her head. It stuck on her earrings and there was a moment when her head was buried in it, and I watched her struggling to free it. While she did this, he continued to unbutton his shirt and remove it.

I knew I shouldn't; this was their private time, but I could not stop watching. Having successfully removed her top she now lifted his vest over his head revealing his bare chest. I was enthralled and began to wonder how far they would go. I had never seen a semi-naked man before. I did not have to wait long as she undid her bra, and he began to fondle her breasts. I felt my own breasts tingle in response. She leaned in to kiss him and I could tell that tongues were involved although I had never had a kiss from anyone other than my mother, but one hears about these things.

Her hands were now fiddling with his belt, and they unfastened it together. He stood up and slid his pants and underwear down in one swift movement and stepped out of them. I had never seen a real one before. Boys were an exotic unknown animal to me. I realized it was quite aroused as it bobbed it front of him. I let go of my grasp on my PJ bottoms and they fell to the floor. When I put on the glasses, I grabbed from my bedside table everything leapt into sharper focus, the waving cock and his hairy testicles.

I was filled with guilt as I continued to watch, and she slid from the bed to her knees and pulled IT towards her. I nearly fainted I was so aroused. She mostly had her back to me but was angled enough that I could see her kiss the top of IT. I found one of my hands had wandered up under my pyjama top and was stroking my nipple, while the other was massaging my bare thigh. I could feel myself getting juicy.

I knew what it was to masturbate, and I knew it was natural and not wicked, but until now I had not done it often. I disliked the lack of control it could engender. Watching her now sucking vigorously on what was undoubtedly the fabled erection, only seen before in outline drawings, was taxing my self-control to its limit.

He had been stroking her neck but now took her hand and she stood up. They switched positions as he helped her step out of her panties. She lay back on the bed exposing her...her sex to me. Then he knelt before her and began to lick her...her labia...and her clitoris and my hand could no longer restrain itself. My fingers moved inside my already wet panties and ran up and down the moist folds between my thighs. They brushed the nub of my clitoris and my knees almost buckled.

A wave of extasy swept through me as I imagined his probing tongue was on me. She was now clearly writhing in an agony of pleasure, and I felt I could faintly hear her cries, though their window was clearly shut. Perhaps I could only see the movement of her mouth. I had no doubt of what she was feeling as her whole frame shuddered and I was unable to hold back an orgasm of my own. My panties had dropped to the floor to join my PJ bottoms, and I stepped out of them as I moved forward and clung to the window frame to steady myself.

I wanted to close the blinds, but I felt unable to move. My eyes moved upwards to the room above his and I saw another boy still fully dressed but with his fly open. He was stroking his erect penis. Our eyes locked and he smiled and raised his thumb in approval. My whole body must have turned crimson with the embarrassment that filled me, I could feel my cheeks on fire, but my eyes were drawn back to the room opposite and I could not step away.

The boy was now standing side on to me, and I could see his erection standing proudly, pointing skywards. I was in awestruck rapture and my hands were busy roving across my body again. He was fiddling with something he had taken from his bedside drawer. A condom, of course it was a condom. I watched as he dropped the wrapper and prepared to roll it over the purple head of his unsheathed penis. He was uncircumcised, I realized. I was absorbing new information with every fibre of my body as he turned back to the bed. I saw her move herself further back and place one of the pillows under her naked bum.

As he moved on to the bed my view was blocked but as he raised her legs with his arms, I had a perfect view as his penis parted her labia and slid in. I could feel my virgin vagina respond and I could not still my hands. They were moving again roving from my nipples to my clitoris. Her legs were stretched straight up towards the ceiling, and her hands were holding his thighs as he began to move. I was fascinated by the way it slid back and forth and her inner lips seemed to move with it. I found I was rubbing myself faster as he rose on his outstretched toes, his whole body balanced above the bed and began thrusting rapidly into her.

I had not realized girls could be so active as she was clearly thrusting to meet his thrusts. Whatever this was it was not 'the missionary position where I thought I was supposed to lie passive with legs spread while a man would do wonderful things to me. At school I had read some well-thumbed passages from "Lady Chatterley" and just recently listened in disbelief to a passage a girl read to me from "Fanny Hill", but she was A WOMAN OF PLEASURE and anyway how much of it could be true and not just the fantastic imaginings of another depraved older man.

I noted the boy's testicle sack was now so tight it was almost vanishing into his body. His whole body was shuddering as was mine. This time it was more intense than before. Still gripping the window frame with my left hand as the spams shaking my pelvis lessened, I removed three dripping fingers from my...cunt. There, that was the word D H Lawrence used and now I had used it at least in my mind. As he moved off her, his glistening penis now dangling, I could see him withdraw his semen-filled condom from her vagina and tie a knot in it. Her juices dribbled from between her reddened labia as she lay still with her legs lowered and her knees apart.

After a second my eyes wandered upwards again and there was the student I had seen before now joined by another and both had dropped their trousers and underwear. The one who had already been watching me was holding a bunch of tissues to his penis. The other, tissues in hand, was rapidly pumping his fist up and down. He caught my eye and was for a moment distracted as he failed to move the tissues quickly enough to catch his first voluminous spurt of semen. My eyes lingered a moment as he continues to pump into the tissues. I didn't mean to, I just did.

I knew then I would recognize them if I saw them in class or even in the street and I realized that, just as surely, they would recognize me.

I looked back down and saw both the guy opposite and his girlfriend were now also staring across at me. At some point I had torn off my PJ top and was standing in the window as naked as they were. They were seated on the bed giggling and catching my eye they began to clap. I found myself laughing and began to clap too. Looking up I saw we were all clapping. I guess a good time was had by all. I felt better for that. Who knew what tomorrow might bring?

THE END

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