This is my first attempt at writing any type of story so feedback would be most welcome
I would like to thank
KimMarie
for her great editing skills and encouragement to improve my writing.
The following stories are inspired by my actual life experiences.
I am a middle-aged Aussie man and have enjoyed a healthy outdoor lifestyle since my preteen years this has allowed me many voyeuristic experiences.
Chapter 1: My First True Voyeur experience.
Prior to my 18th birthday I had a few accidental views like most kids, seeing my older female relatives in their underwear, semi nude and even nude, nothing special to look at just relatives.
This all changed one week during the summer of my 18th year. School holidays were drawing to a close and I was bored having been cooped up for the past two weeks by heavy rainstorms.
After checking the weather forecast and discovering five days of good weather I decided to take a four day canoe trip with some mates along the Fish River in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney.
There were four of us all between 18 and 19 male friends from high school. We had been doing this type of trip together for a few years but this was the most difficult grade river we had ever attempted
The river winds through large areas of state forest and sections of the Blue Mountains National Park and crosses back and forth many times over our planned route.
The river varied from wide still open water to narrow deep gutters of white water scattered with fallen trees and large rocks, each of us would take a turn leading the group down stream. After a day and a half of traveling on the wide easy river we arrived at the first section of serious fast white water to find a very large group of canoeists, University students and Olympic hopefuls, testing their skills in the semi flooded river conditions.
We tied up our canoes on the western bank and walked the shore along the river to assess the conditions. The river was pressed into a high narrow gorge causing a very fast and rough ride with large rocks and trees with no chance of getting out of the river if anything went wrong, making this section of river extremely dangerous. We had planned to spend the night at a campsite just below this section of white water and decided to spend some time watching the Olympic hopefuls test their skills in the rapids.
During the next hour only a few of the canoeists completed a clean run to the open water near the campsite so we decided it was beyond our skill levels and opted for a portage, i.e. to walk around the rapids.
After a brief discussion I was picked take to the eastern side of the river and find a direct access to the campsite while the rest of the team prepared the canoes and equipment for the portage.
On reaching the river near the campsite I had to find a suitable place to re-launch our canoes as the bank dropped over 10 feet into the water. Working my way downstream through the light scrub on the bank I had an excellent view of a small sandy beach on the other side of a back channel several hundred yards off in the distance. I was able to make out a number of figures sunning themselves on the sand. I was moving slowly, not especially trying to be quiet; the sun was well overhead spotlighting the beach with the taller trees shading the eastern riverbank.