Lovely day after lovely day in the hot Mediterranean sunshine but, at last, Mandy's time with Graeme and Jill ran out and she had to go home. One last morning fuck -- she joined them in their bed - before Jill and Graeme drove their lovely friend to the airport. They were not catching the flight. They had two more weeks before they needed to board an aeroplane.
Graeme felt a little bereft, a little sad at the loss of Mandy. It was a rather quiet drive back from the airport without her. Having two women -- two available women -- almost in his bed, well sometimes in his bed -- certainly that morning - had been a rather good experience. He was almost wondering if polygamy was not such a bad idea. If two, then why not three and... there was a danger of being greedy! Having a harem was a bit silly -- and impractical. He couldn't get it up on the hour, every hour!
Jill too missed Mandy's jolliness but she and Graeme were too close and too old a couple to let it bother then for long. In any case, it was perhaps good, really, being back to being just the two of them in the villa, rather than having to entertain a guest, even as easy a guest as Mandy. And they had certainly entertained her. Jill gravitated back to her novels and Graeme... well he rather gravitated back to the room that had been Mandy's. The room with a view. He could not help himself. It had been great with Mandy, but voyeuring had such an appeal. Such a temptation just to pop into the room for a quick peek to see if anything was happening, even if it was just a glimpse of Clarette's breasts. So annoying the window did not take in all his neighbours' garden but just a section. No view of the swimming pool where the neighbours might frolic naked. But it was not terribly likely his villa would have something like a picture window opening onto a neighbouring private garden. Lucky enough there was just one small but rather hidden window. Hardly likely that as part of the old building's conversion a large viewing window or gallery would have been provided to watch the neighbours at 'play,' like animals in a zoo.
Viewing windows indeed, or those two-way mirrors beloved of 1960s film makers. Graeme imagined a developer putting those into a flatted development. The developer's flat at the centre and a whole range of two-way mirrors looking onto bedrooms and bathrooms. Not pictures on his flat's walls but views into each and every apartment surrounding his own. The more modern take might be concealed cameras but so much better seeing directly through the glass. Graeme far preferred seeing Clarette in the flesh through his window than the idea of watching some video film of her. The voyeuring developer would certainly get to know a lot about his neighbours. But what of the risk of discovery? Would that add to the spice? Graeme did not at all wish to be discovered. He was very careful to keep back in the room and not press his face to the window. It would be such a shame to lose the opportunity to voyeur.
Indeed, a shame he could not see all of his neighbours' garden; a shame he could not see more but there was another possibility of seeing, albeit with greater risk. It could be if his shadowy outline was seen by his neighbours at his window that he had just happened to be in his second bedroom -- Jarrett and Clarette might not really think he had been peeking. The other vantage point would not give such leeway, would leave no room for doubt.
The villa had a roof -- well, all buildings have a roof or they are not really buildings! But one you could get up to with ease, up a stone spiral staircase. It was not a modern building but a conversion. No doubt once upon a time the occupants had slept out in the cool on the roof before the invention of electric fans or air conditioning. Graeme had been tempted to try, though decided he might dose himself with mosquito repellent first. He could imagine the insects if they found him asleep -- and naked to boot -- might have a field day. Not good to have proboscis after proboscis stuck into him, perhaps awake with bites all over his penis. One thing to have a woman suck his cock and playfully bite it, but mosquitoes have other ideas of what to do with their mouth parts -- their thin needle proboscides.
Jill and he used the roof to hang out washing to dry -- which in the brilliant sunshine it did remarkably quickly. They had even sat up there one evening for drinks. Graeme, though, had not been up on the roof so late before. Should he sleep there or not one night? From over the parapet edge came the sound of talking, coming from Jarrett and Clarette's garden. He had looked over before, but not for long. Against the blue sky he would have been very visible and he did not want any ideas in Jarrett or Clarette's mind that he was 'nosy.' He was just that, of course.
Graeme peered over the edge of the parapet, down onto his neighbours' swimming pool and their courtyard garden. Above him the blackness of the moonless night, below him he could see what he could not from his little window; and all illuminated by the outdoor electric lights He could see right down into and around the swimming pool, lit as it was by underwater lights. He could see, but in the blackness of the night could not be seen. It was perfect. As was the sight that met his eyes. With his hands he fumbled at his shorts and let them fall leaving him in just a dark shirt. Graeme was not wearing underpants. His erect cock hung free, ready to be stimulated as and when he wished.
What a vantage point. So much better than that window but not a viewing point he could use during the day or if the moon was behind him. He would not want to be seen peeking - and peeking he was.
It was not just Clarette and Jarrett but a couple of friends as well, a man and a woman; the women in dresses and from his position above them he could nicely see down into their cleavages. It was a pleasing sight. The little party were drinking and talking, the happy sounds of their conversation rising up to Graeme. From their gesticulations he gathered they were talking about the swimming pool. Were they perhaps thinking of taking a dip to cool themselves? Graeme thought he would rather enjoy seeing them all in swimming things -- he could let his imagination run. In the event there was not a need for a great deal of imagination!
Clarette rose and began undoing her dress. Perhaps, thought Graeme, she was ready prepared with bikini underneath. But no! All at once her lovely breasts were out in the open, absolutely there; the young women was seemingly undressing in front of her friends. Almost as quickly the dress was removed and Clarette was standing in just knickers -- and then nothing at all, not even a hat. And the others were following suit, as if it was as natural a thing to do as anything. All at once the party was stark naked and walking together to and then around the pool. Graeme was more than delighted. Good to watch them getting in; particularly pleasing to watch the new girl with her quite small breasts and pleasing dark patch of hair; a slender and tall girl, taller than Graeme. He had never gone out with a girl taller than himself. It was pleasant to think of himself cuddling and then pushing himself up into her whilst she stood. He watched her walking down the steps at the pool's end into the water, his eyes on her moving hips and dark triangle. He smiled: his penis would very much like to go exploring there.
Four pink bottoms moving in the water up and down the pool. A pleasing sight for a voyeur. Breasts to see when the women stopped swimming and stood. A lot more to see when they all clambered out again. Four sets of genitalia -- two sets of matching pairs indeed! It was good to see them all return to table without dressing; just a bit of towelling of bodies. It gave Graeme hope for more than just nudity; nice that the couples were comfortable with being naked together, but did it imply they were comfortable with rather more? Particularly gratifying to see the new woman's hand resting on her man's knee. Was that a precursor to rather more? The hand was lightly stroking, not necessarily sexual but... maybe. And then he saw it, could see it clearly from his vantage point. The man was erecting. Graeme had seen Jarrett do that before and now he was seeing another man's penis growing. And it was not just him who saw, the movement seemed to catch the eye of the others. There was laughter and pointing. But there was no embarrassment on his part; it seems they had seen it before, rather confirmed when the man stood and presented his organ to the whole table.
Graeme had never had an interest in men, but his fingers slid up and down his cock at the sight. Not really because the sight of the young man aroused was arousing to him in itself, but because of what it promised. It promised sexual activity with the young women; it promised connection of erection and female flesh; it promised sights to enjoy.
Not to be outdone Jarrett stood as well, his penis now as firm as when Graeme had seen it from his window. Two men showing off their manhood to their women or perhaps especially the other man's woman. They were not to know their firm erections were being observed by another man, another man with an erection, another man anxious to see what happened next.
More talk and then the girls reached out with their hands; obvious they were asking for the cocks and they were duly placed in outstretched hands. Graeme bit his lip, what a thing to do -- just place his cock in Clarette or the other girl's hand. Lovely to see both cocks being stroked; up above them and down below the parapet Graeme was most definitely stroking his own.
It was sort of inevitable and Graeme knew it. From feminine hands stroking male organs it turned to sucking. Enjoyable seeing and hearing the girls still talking as they stroked their men; amusing to see both girls lean forward and take the bulbs of the penises into their mouths and silence suddenly reign below. Not for long, though, as the men then started talking! Were they talking about how good it was to be fellated; what each girl was doing -- perhaps -- with her tongue; or was their conversation some perfectly ordinary matter?
So good that Graeme could see everywhere from his position, unlike his window there was no risk of the voyeured suddenly disappearing from sight -- unless they went indoors. He could wank slowly, really enjoy the sucking, without fear he might suddenly lose sight of what they did next.
After a time, and it was not just a quick suck, the girls sat back up in their chairs, Jarrett reached out his hand to Clarette and the other man to his woman and the girls stood up. Hand in hand the two couples walked around the pool. It was quite something to see, wonderfully erotic for Graeme, the sight of four naked bodies on the move; so obvious sexual intercourse was in the offing, the gently swaying erections clear indicators; arms moved to around each other, and then a feminine hand took hold of a penis each. Graeme shook his head. What a sight in the electrically lit courtyard below, walking masturbation; how good to be down there with them and Clarette or the other girl using her other hand upon him. They paused at the pool loungers and the girls lay down. Obvious what would happen next. The women would be mounted. The hard penises, he could see, would be pressed between the women's thighs and enter their bodies. He watched as both women opened their thighs in invitation -- an invitation he was expecting to see. Graeme would very much have liked to have been invited himself! The men stood above the women for a few moments, a glance at each other -- perhaps they were simply relishing the prospect, enjoying the sight of the open women, maybe taking an extra thrill from the sight of the other woman's exposed sex; maybe simply savouring the manly feeling of standing there erect together, their fine organs ready to do what a man has to do! And they were fine; Graeme could appreciate that.
