Chapter 7 - Voyeurism with a friend
"I don't know what came over me the other day, Gary. I've always enjoyed, well, masturbation; making myself cum with fingers or... or something more - um - substantial, but I've never cheated on Harry. Imagination is one thing: reality another. But that was a bit close. You turning up like you were and seeing you doing your thing was such a turn on. I've not seen another man since Harry and I got together."
"I certainly enjoyed it. Seeing great grandfather's knob at work was just so... so erotic."
Her head was shaking in disbelief at what he said.
"Yes, it was really sexy, Melanie, honestly. I enjoyed that a lot. We could do it again. I have other knobs in my garden shed for you to try!"
"No, no, it was too much but I do get so frustrated with Harry away on his long business trips. It would be nice, I know, but..." she laughed, "I am a loyal person and great grandfather's knob is the only tool - OK, and of course Harry's, when he is very, very good - I permit in my vagina!"
"Doesn't the rake handle get a look in?"
"Not so much as a peek. Not thick enough actually, But I liked watching you. Can I say it - I loved how thick your cock was and your big knob - and you coming! I like seeing. What I'd really like to do, of course, is see a couple - just to watch."
"And play with yourself?"
"Absolutely! You are very easy to talk to, Gary."
"So, no green vibrating cucumbers?"
"No, nothing like that!"
Gary was around at Melanie's doing some gardening. An adult conversation over a cup of tea in the garden. There they were sitting at the wrought iron patio table, Melanie respectably clothed in a light summer dress: Gary in, surprise, surprise, nothing at all.
Gary pursed his lips. Should he reveal that Kirstie just a few doors along tended to leave the curtains undrawn to her bedroom and just possibly he and Melanie might get to see just what Melanie asked.
"Have you ever... watched?"
"No, very vanilla sex life really."
"Apart from great grandfather's knob."
"Ah, a girl has to have some secret passion."
"Um, you know Kirstie Naess, next road, number 47?"
"Yes, pretty girl and as for the husband..."
"Um, you might be able to see them... if you like, at it."
"Really, how?"
And Gary explained and Melanie expressed interest.
Gary made a point of visiting Kirstie for several evenings subsequent to his conversation with Melanie to see if there might be something for her to watch. Gary liked to be neighbourly and helpful. It was not that he did not see interesting parts of Kirstie in her bedroom window but Melanie had wanted to see something which interested her. Naked young girls were not her thing: they were rather more Gary's interest.
It became quite a habit for Gary to slip out of his back door and down the loke, usually naked. A little strange standing in somebody else's garden in the dark, particularly naked, and peeking. But he got used to it fairly quickly. For the first couple of nights nothing and a waste of time bringing the camera and tripod - and a bother! But the next night, when he had dispensed with lugging the camera and tripod, things happened to get a lot better. It was not the dark night of his first visit when Gary had seen so much, as the moon was half full and waxing. He slipped into the moon shadow next to a tall bush and looked at the bungalow. It was a little unusual in having patio doors both to the rear facing lounge and the adjoining bedroom giving a remarkably unrestricted view from outside when the light was on in one of the rooms and, importantly, the curtains not drawn. The bedroom light was on, the curtains were once again not drawn and, as he watched, Kirstie came into view.
There is something to be said for a pretty girl all wrapped up in a fluffy white towel. Certainly Gary thought so. Tucked to one side of his bush Gary's little stumpy cock grew at the sight. Lovely to see the dark haired girl moving around putting things away. There was an anticipatory excitement in not knowing whether the towel would come off, perhaps slip accidentally or simply be thrown off revealing all before pyjamas were tugged on, or, disappointingly the light go off before the towel fell away and the girl's naked body slid between the sheets.
The big question was whether her husband was home. Should he nip home and telephone Melanie to come out or would it be a wasted journey. Gary rather thought he was not at home. Kirstie's actions did not suggest anyone else present.
A hand reached for the top of the towel, where it covered her breasts; Gary held his breath and his cock strengthened. He could feel his heart pounding in excitement. He had seen quite a few women naked before but this was something else - the illicit pleasure of the Peeping Tom. He had seen Kirstie naked before from the garden but he still felt the excitement. Perhaps the thrill of the chase - the quarry not so much tasty venison or the despatch of Reynard but the possibility of seeing nakedness and sexual activity.
But the hand was only there to tighten the towel. A disappointment! Kirstie moved out of view. Gary sighed. Was that it? Would the light now go out and the 'show' be over? That would be a shame. He had liked the surge of excitement, liked the idea of having a really good wank whilst watching the young wife and, unlike the night before, he did not have an invitation to visit Zoe for a late night fuck after Tom had dropped off to sleep.
Whilst waiting to see if anything transpired he thought back to the night before. Zoe had, as usual, been insistent that Tom had to inseminate her first before she would let Gary do the really useful job. She had said she expected she and her husband would have intercourse and, if so, Tom would quickly drop off to sleep and she would then nip downstairs for an illicit tryst. Gary was to wait in the garden and Zoe would beckon if he was wanted.
After watching television, and at 11.15, Gary had stepped out into the moonlit night and walked up his garden to the loke. It had been strange to be sitting in the shadows of his next door neighbour's garden waiting to be called in - a bit like a breeding stallion, or boar or ram. Of course Tom and Zoe might not fuck and he might not be called in. He might be waiting up for no purpose. It did not exactly matter - Gary was having plenty of opportunity both with Zoe and, remarkably, a few others besides!
The light flicked on and there was Zoe beckoning him through the patio doors dressed in her pyjamas. Well, not quite. Zoe had her pyjama top on but was naked below the waist. She looked really sexy with her bottom and dark curly patch of hair peeping out underneath. Lovely to see her there beckoning when she could not see him. But there was a big smile of welcome on her freckled face when he walked into view
"Well, here we are again! Me freshly fucked and you to do with me as you will!" It was whispered of course.
The usual, with Gary, involuntary action occurred - he erected. From flaccidity his cock thickened and stood up, foreskin peeling back all by itself. It could not, though, be said it got any longer!
