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I had never considered myself a voyeur. I didn't own a telescope or binoculars and I definitely didn't go around peeping inside people's windows at night. In fact, as a kid I had an average, okay slightly above-average sex drive, but that all changed when I went to college.
There were women of every age, color, size, and shape - everywhere. Besides which, most of them seemed to have no greater joy than to try and see who could wear the most revealing outfit without getting in trouble.
My 'problem', if you want to call it that, started two weeks after school began. Because of higher than average enrollment, I was given a room in the older part of the men's dormitory. A part that hadn't been used in years so it was dusty, cramped, and just plain old. The faucets, the toilet, the showers, even the paint on the walls seemed ancient. The one redeeming factor was that it faced the women's dorm.
The second weekend after school started, the school threw a party to welcome all the new students as well as the returning ones. Liquor seemed to be everywhere but I didn't drink so I called it a night early. When I got back to my dorm, the lights on my floor weren't working so I made my way down the hallway by running my hands along the walls and counting the doors. When I finally got to my room, I entered only to find that the lights were out there, too. Yet, the room had enough light to at least move around in without stumbling over the furniture. The reason - the women's dorm.
It seemed as if every light in the whole building was on. Windows were open and music was blaring. Everywhere I looked people were moving around, dancing in their rooms, or in some cases, getting 'friendly' with each other. That was when I saw HER.
Her room was almost directly across from mine but one story lower. She was spinning and dancing to the music like everyone else except all she had on was a slinky black bra and panties. She appeared to be in her mid to late 20's. Her blonde hair hung down over her shoulders until it touched the upper portion of her breasts ... and what a set of breasts they were!! Large, and I mean to the point that they barely seemed to fit in her bra; tear-drop shaped beauties that swayed and jiggled as she danced. Her skin was the color of light caramel and I could just make out tan lines around her waist from one of those high-cut thongs. She had a slender waist that flared out into a set of hips that only heightened her appeal, topped off by a set of long, toned legs that many professional models would have killed for.
It was obvious from the way she moved about her room that she had no idea anyone could see her which made it all the better for me when she suddenly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, removed it, and spun it around above her head as she continued to dance to the music. My cock hardened at the sight. Her, now naked, orbs were capped by the lightly darker skin of her areolas and nipples that I could see even from that distance.
Two thoughts instantly popped into my mind. Number one was that I wondered what it would be like to suck on the woman's magnificent breasts and number two, that I needed to get myself a small telescope as soon as possible. That desire became even more pressing when, 10 minutes later, she suddenly bent over and pulled down her panties. I just barely had time to see the tawny colored hair between her legs before she yelled "Good night" to everyone and turned off the light in her room.
I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, the image of her nude body the center of my fantasizes until I finally jacked off so I could get at least a few hours of sleep. Classes seemed to go on forever the next day, followed by a new student orientation meeting, so it wasn't until well after 6 o'clock that I was finally able to get off campus to the local general store. There, buried in the toy department, I found a small, table-top, telescope that I could afford. It might not have been the best one in the world, or even in the store for that matter, but it would do just fine for what I needed.
I immediately set it up when I got back to my room and waited. A few hours later, one of the other students stopped by my room to ask if I wanted to order a pizza. He took one look at the telescope and then at me. Fortunately, I had picked up a book about the stars while I was at the store.
"Star gazing," I said as I held up the book.
"Yeah, right," he replied, a knowing grin on his face before heading back to his room.
The night grew darker and slowly the lights in the women's dorm came on but not in the room I had been hoping for; it stayed dark. Instead, I began to look at some of the other rooms. Some rooms were dark, while in others I could see the women studying or putting away stuff that was still laying about from moving in.
It wasn't until I looked at the window two stories below me and far to the right that I noticed anything unusual. The window was wide open and the lights were on, but what caught my attention was the occupant, a woman, had moved her bed so it was right below the window.
Though I couldn't see all of her, what I could see instantly gave me a hard on. She was laying on her bed completely nude, a book propped up on her chest so she could read it. Her skin was the color of ebony and though her tits weren't as big as the woman's I'd seen the night before, they were definitely more than a handful. They lay flat on her chest, her nipple sticking up like two pencil erasers, and while one hand held her book, the other was laying on her stomach. Then, bit by bit, I saw her legs spread as her hand slipped down between them.
"I wonder what she's reading?"
I thought to myself, jokingly, as her hips began to slowly move up and down. At that moment, I got one of the biggest surprises of my life as a slender almost creamy-white arm appeared. The woman didn't seem startled or upset at all as the hand began to caress and fondle her breast, lightly tugging on the nipple until she arched her back offering herself to her lover. A head suddenly appeared. The book dropped to the floor and the two woman kissed passionately.
My cock felt like it was made of iron as it strained to be released from my pants but I couldn't bring myself to look away.
The ebony goddess's hand slowly roamed up and down her lover's back while the other woman kissed her neck and shoulders. I watched, fascinated, as the second woman pushed the first's hand away from between her legs, replacing it with her own. The woman's whole body arched upwards. It wasn't hard to image what she was doing. For the briefest of moments, I thought about trying to get my telescope but it was too late as the ebony goddess's body shuddered and collapsed onto her bed. Her partner continued to stroke her body lovingly before she disappeared and the light in the room went out.
It was at that moment that I thought I caught the reflection of light coming from the room where I'd watched the woman the night before but when I looked closer the room was still dark. The show now over, and my cock still hard as a piece of iron, I went into my bathroom and jerked off, spewing strand after strand of cum over my hands and legs. I cleaned up and went to bed dreaming of what I'd seen the last two nights.
The rest of the week went by without any further 'shows', everyone now too involved in getting their class assignments and paperwork done. Then on Saturday morning as I was headed to the cafeteria for breakfast, I saw the blonde from the first night. She walked almost directly towards me and whispered as she passed, "Done any star gazing lately?" I stumbled and almost fell as she continued on, the sound of her laughter vibrating off the buildings around us but when I looked back she was gone.
I spent the rest of the day looking for her with no results but when night came, I saw that the light in her room was on. I quickly grabbed my telescope, in hopes of a show, only to see a telescope in her room with a note attached.
ARYA
7248
9 P.M.
The message was clear. Her name was Arya, and she could be reached at phone extension 7248 at 9 o'clock that night. I looked at my watch, the numbers, 7:33, flashing in my face.
"Okay, about an hour and a half to go,"
I thought to myself. So, for the next hour and twenty-some minutes, I attempted to do some homework. At exactly 9 P.M. my alarm went off. I picked up my phone and dialed the number she'd left.
"Hello?" a sultry voice asked.
"Hello. Is Arya there?
"Speaking."
"This is ..."
"I know who this is. You're the guy who was watching me the night of the welcome party."
"Yeah," I said, sounding guilty.
"Hey, don't worry about it. If I didn't want people looking at me I wouldn't do the things I do," she giggled.
"So why did you want me to call you?"
"Just to see if you would ... and to see you."
"Wha ...?" I started to ask, already knowing the answer. "So you're watching me?"
"Yep."
