The House On Tenth Street Pt 01

As usual all characters in this story are eighteen years of age, or older.

Most of the Voyeur/Exhibitionist stories that I have read here most often turn into sex. I thought the idea was to expose oneself sexually or watch someone sexually. So I'm staying in line with that train of thought. There will be three parts to this story and this is one of three.

The house on tenth street.

Part One.

I moved, temporarily, to a smaller town on Lake Erie for the summer. I had to catch up on a few classes before going back to Pittsburgh to finish my MS in Architectural Engineering. I asked around for a temporary place to live just for the summer. It was suggested that I ask an elderly couple, just down the street from the collage. I walked up to the house, and it was somewhat dilapidated, but thought I would check anyhow. They were a nice Polish couple and they told me the upstairs was not in the greatest shape, but I told them that I would only be there for the summer. The man, Jim, told me to go up and look at it since he didn't feel like doing the stairs due to his knees. I went up to find quite a mess.

A large living area with old dusty carpeting. A large kitchen with an old metal kitchenette setup with a matching refrigerator. I checked the water and it worked. A storage room behind the kitchen that was filled with junk. A bathroom with a sink, toilet and tub that was doable. Another bathroom at the front of the house that was halfway torn apart--not doable which was OK since the other bathroom was in working condition. There were four bedrooms and of course I only needed one and two out of three were relatively clean. Nothing great, but I would only be there a short while. I went down and asked what the rent would be, and he said be never really thought about it. Maybe if I just pitched in for electric and gas. "Are you sure?" I asked. "By the way my name is Kevin."

He said that he was sure, so I unloaded my little pickup and hauled my things upstairs and began to clean. Afterwards I was happy with it. A significant plus was that the school was within walking distance.

Me? I am a little on the tall side, dark black hair, not really in great shape, skinny more than anything, but I've been told that I have a great smile, whatever that means. No stud, but not bad looking.

A week later a college girl moved in downstairs as she was their daughter and she was on summer break. She was going to stay and visit a couple of weeks before spending the rest of her summer at Virginia Beach with some friends that lived there. She was hot. Shoulder length sandy blonde hair, pretty face, tits that stuck out in front of her and ass that killed. "Yummy", I thought, but way out of my league.. I helped carry her suitcases in and found out her name was Karen.

One day I was carrying my laundry out and asked for the closest laundromat, and Phyliss, the woman downstairs, told be to just to use their laundry machines. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"The laundry room is back there, off the dining room to the right," she said.

"OK, but I'll make sure I help out with laundry detergent."

I walked in to find a room with more junk and empty detergent bottles and boxes then wash machine and dryer. I noticed that there was glass on the back wall and a window to the side indicating that this was once and outdoor porch that got closed in. As I started filling the washer a light came on in the window. After turning the washer on I heard a flush on the other side. "A bathroom," I thought. I tried to look in the window but couldn't get close enough with all the stuff piled in front of it.

I walked down the street, to find the school, and get myself familiar with the campus. It was spread out all over the downtown, but I could walk to any it. I found my classrooms and was happy with that. Afterwards I found a little grocery mart and picked up a few things to eat, some supplies, and some laundry detergent. When I came back home I unpacked and put my cold things in the refrigerator hoping that it worked. I went downstairs, to switch my laundry and took a large trash bag with me and cleaned up everything that looked like trash. After that, I could see in the window and noted that the bathtub was to the side with the back towards the window. Being the voyeur that I am, I thought maybe I could catch a glimpse of Karen taking a bath. The trick would be timing the laundry with her bath time. The window was dirty, so I wiped it clean. It was still dirty and hard to see inside. When I came out I asked to use the bathroom and while there I cleaned off the other side of the window. Perfect.

Phylis and John invited me down for dinner, on occasion and Phylis was a great cook. Great pirogi's and swiss steak. The best I ever had. Karen and I talked some, but I couldn't help picturing her in the tub.

Karen went for a run every morning at the same time and took a bath when she returned. Now I had her schedule. The trouble would be doing laundry every day without being obvious. The first time was fine. The days after that would be tricky because I didn't want to wait a week between seeing her in the tub and doing my laundry every day would be obvious. After all, she wouldn't be there very long before going to Virginia Beach. I figured that every three days wouldn't set off any alarms.

The first time I came down, I said hi to Jim as I walked by, and quickly made my way to do my laundry. It was light outside so I really had to be careful. The curtain was closed partway so that was a plus on my side. I put my laundry in the machine then made my way to the window to take a peek. I thought she looked hot in clothes, but that didn't compare to her naked and wet. She laid in the tub with a few disappearing bubbles around her. She squeezed water from her washcloth over her chest and floating tits and made cleaning sweeps across her body from time to time. I had to keep listening for Jim and Phyllis so they wouldn't catch me. Fortunately, there was a door on the room that I kept closed.

Karen looked fucking awesome in the soap and water, and she was making my cock grow stiff--and she was just laying there. She started to move, and I ducked so as not to be seen. She just started washing herself, so I was OK. She leaned back to wash her legs the she lifted up her hips revealing a very fluffy bush. I like hairy pussy's so now I was very hard. Very. She washed it then started pulling her fingers through her pubic hair. Oh, what a beautiful sight. I wished that I was running my fingers--better yet my face through that fur. Then she ran her fingers though her pussy lips a few times before standing to get out of the tub. What a beautiful, sexy, fuckable, ass she had. At that point I figured that I needed to get out of there since she would see me through the window. I had to walked past Jim in a hurry hiding the bulge in my pants. Skinny I might be, but my dick, on the other hand, was not.

I go to the top of the stairs, closed the door, and jacked off right there in the hallway. Fuck getting to the bathroom or my bedroom. I leaned against the door, panting afterwards, and looked at the mess I made on the floor. I must have been excited because there was a big puddle of cum in front of me. I cleaned it up, laid on my bed and jacked off one more time. I couldn't believe that I could cum right after the first and shot just as much sperm as the first. Being that I am a voyeur I have seen some woman and college girls before, but it was always though a pair of binoculars. This was the first time I ever saw anyone up that close with my bare eyes.

Just to make a note here--I never spied on young girls. I might be a pervert in the voyeur thing, but college girls and women, especially older women, were my only targets. Maybe sometimes I would catch couples, but never have watched young girls. Never.

I got to see her another time, but the room was still light, and I could only watch her in the tub. Not that I minded because it inspired some good hand jobs, but I wanted more. I wanted to see her get out of the tub exposing her sandy blonde muff for longer than a moment and maybe a better view of her incredible tits and that fuckable round ass.

My voyeurism adventures were interrupted by my classes, and by infrequently doing my laundering. I couldn't spy on her as often as I would have liked to. And she'd be leaving for Virginia Beach soon.

Then one evening, the night before she was leaving, her parents went out with some friends. This was it. I waited and hoped that she would bathe--and she did! I was sitting at the top of the stairs hoping for just this moment. Once I heard the bathroom door close, I was down those stairs and into the laundry room. It was dark out and I pulled the door closed to the dining room. I was careful not to trip as I found my way to the window. She had just dropped her clothes to the floor and stood there momentarily squeezing those large firm tits, playing with her nipples, and brushing her fingers through the mound covering her pussy. It was like she was putting on a show and I was the audience. She finally turned and stepped into the tub which was covered in bubbles. While the bubbles were popping away, she pulled herself forward and dunked her head in the water. Her tits floated on top like beach-balls, and I wished that I could squeeze them. My cock was already hard from watching the pre-show and now it was harder than it had ever been. It was pushing it's way out of the top of my jeans.

She pushed herself up out of the water and continued to just lay there while I was rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. She started to squeeze her tits and play with her erect nipples as the bubbles went away. She continued her nipple play and at this time I had my jeans open, and my cock was hanging out dripping pre-cum on the floor. Then she slid one hand down to her pussy while the other continued to tweak her hard reddened nipples. I could watch her sliding her fingers through her curly hair and between the enlarging lips of her now swollen pussy. It was hard to watch what was going on under the water, but my imagination kicked in. She laid her head back and the look on her face said that she enjoyed masturbating. I enjoyed it too and I continued stroking my erect cock in the room behind her. Her hand started to move faster, and she began to bite her lower lip.

Then a miracle happened. She raised her hips out of the tub and I watched as the water spilled from all that hair. If only my face was in there now taking the place of her fingers. She was moving faster, biting her lip harder and squeezing those wonderful tits. Faster and faster her fingers moved as he hips lifter higher out of the water. Faster and faster my hand stroked keeping in time with her motions. I was close. Very close. And then--she erupted in pleasure. I watched as her hips moved up and down splashing the water. Her legs and hips started to quiver and then she dropped her hips back into the tub while continuing to shake. My cock exploded right in time with the end of her climax. Right there. In the laundry room. All over the glass window. And I didn't even care. Her shaking slowed down and my cock was now drooling cum down the shaft of my cock.

She leaned back in the tub as I forced my shrinking cock back into my jeans where it belonged. She got up and stepped out of the tub and I moved to the side. She shook the water off her skin bouncing her tits up and down. She toweled herself dry then ran her fingers through that fluffy hair and I could now see her swollen lips of her pussy as she pulled the hair up. Oh, if my tongue was in there I would be in my glory. She turned and continued to dry. She bent over, exposing her tight ass as though begging me to fuck it. She bent over even farther showing me the wet lips of her pussy that had just climaxed, violently in the tub. She stood up and put a sheer bra on and then a pair of sheer thong panties. She looked in the window as though it was a tall mirror viewing herself to see how she looked. When she turned to get dressed, I thought that I needed to get out of that room and upstairs before she came out of the bathroom. I grabbed a piece of clothing and quickly, quietly, wiped my cum off the window. Then ran upstairs as quietly and as fast as I could.

I laid naked in my bed after cumming again using a pair of her worn panties that I had stolen before, and smiled at would normally been a fantasy, but this fantasy had come true.

The next day I helped her load her suitcases in her friend's car, and her parents hugged her goodbye. As they started driving away she put the window down, smiled, and said, "Thanks for cleaning the window."