My Father is a Doctor and I am a Voyeur.
Let me explain. My father is a successful and popular Doctor in a smallish mid west town. I am studying computer science at the local College where I am singularly unsuccessful with the girls. I have had lots of sex; however, it would be nice to do it with another person one day. I am about five feet six and as a result of a bone disorder when I was young, have one leg very slightly shorter than the other. It does not bother me; however, it meant that I could never be any kind of an athlete, although it has been suggested that I could try swimming. Have you seen some of those swimmers? Six foot four, shoulders that do not fit through the average door, muscles on their muscles, and that is only the women! No, not for me. I also wear glasses and am considered a total geek and a nerd. This is why I became a voyeur instead of a stud.
My mother, god bless her, tried to set me up with a female some time ago. The girl's name was Gloria and she was nineteen. Five feet two and two hundred and forty pounds, just like her mother. Come to think of it, her mother would be about three hundred pounds. Wouldn't that be something to look forward to? Both of them are large enough to have their own zip code and town council. If they stopped eating for a week, it could fix the world hunger problem. Even my father had trouble stifling his laughter when he found out what my mother had tried to do, especially as they had been invited to our house for tea and cake. You should have seen them, like ravenous hyenas when they saw the cake, which they devoured in seconds. They both sat there hanging over their chairs and grinning at me like two monstrous, carnivorous Buddha's. It was very unnerving. I was in therapy for ages after that.
I digress. I am a devout voyeur and successful techno nerd. I am the fellow who looks down blouses and up skirts at the mall. I am quite good at it and in fact, have turned it into an art form.
My father has always got me to look after his computer and all his electronic equipment. He is not only useless at things like that, he also has no interest. All he knows is medical stuff. Fine by me.
A few months ago, he asked me to look at an old movie camera that he owned, and that is when I got my big idea. I decided to install a video camera in his surgery which I would then connect to my personal computer. I will not go into boring details, suffice to say that the camera was very small and very powerful with a remote controlled zoom feature. It cost me a lot of money. The house that we live in is very old and grand, and my father has his surgery on the ground floor in one wing of the house with a separate entrance. It took me a whole weekend when they were away, to install the camera, microphone and wiring in the walls. The camera was installed in a vent about seven feet off the ground and faced straight down into the surgery to the foot of the examination table. It was camouflaged extremely well. To the right of the table was a curtain which when drawn, gave me a view of both my fathers desk on the right and the examination table straight ahead.
The camera that I chose had a very silent zoom and the whole of the equipment could be removed by way of a panel outside the house in a matter of minutes for servicing or an emergency. I hope I never get caught. I do not fancy sharing a cell with a giant by the name of Bubba who calls me darling.
I of course tested it whilst the surgery was empty and then did my adjustments. My next job was to check my father's appointment book to see who he was seeing in his surgery that evening. All his appointments for that first evening were for men or very old women. Very disappointed and had to jack off to porn on my computer.
The next evening was looking superb. His only appointment was with Cindy Jones, the number one cheerleader at our school. Cindy is a five foot eight ash blond with green eyes, pouty lips and a stinking attitude. She has a figure that resembles an old style film star, legs that go all the way up to her armpits and tits that defy gravity. All the males at school and some of the women drool when she walks by. Now, Cindy has been very unkind to me over quite a long time. A few months ago I had cause to ask her a question in class and she cut me dead in front of every one. She makes a habit of embarrassing people that she considers inferior to her. Of course, I fit right in there. In short, Cindy has the looks of an angel and the personality of a fucking bitch. Every dog has its day.
I kept a look out for her arrival from an upstairs window and she arrived right on time. She was wearing tight blue jeans, white sneakers and a fitted woolen jumper which did little to hide her physical charms. I already had the equipment turned on and was in front of the screen when she walked into the surgery. My father sat her down and took a few notes. He then asked her how he could help her. She explained that she had to show a full annual medical certificate for her cheer leading duties which were very important to her and her future. (I think she is going to become a brain surgeon or a fucking rocket scientist one day). He explained that he did not have a nurse on with him this evening, and she said that that was fine by her. He then asked her to go behind the curtain and take off her clothes, but to leave her underwear on. By this time, I was shaking and sweating with anticipation I could hardly control the camera let alone myself.
Cindy Jones was going to get naked, and I was going to see it all! After pulling the curtain down the length of the examination table in the direction of the camera, she first pulled her designer jumper off over her head leaving her pink, lacy bra showing with plenty of cleavage. Next came her sneakers and her skin tight jeans. There was gorgeous Cindy standing there in her little lacy pink panties and matching bra. I was having trouble breathing by this stage and my heart was going into palpitations.
