Voyeur

As a young man I had just arrived in the big city and moved into a flat over a shop in an old part of town. The flat was in a small terrace of older shops in a quiet, narrow side street and on the other side of the road were similar turn-of-the century terraced houses.

A heatwave had settled on the country and it was uncomfortably hot and airless. One evening, not long after I had moved in, it was beginning to get dark and I was just wearing my boxers and had the windows wide open to try and get some air moving, and the curtains were drawn back to get the best benefit. Just as I was about to turn the light on I happened to look across the road to the house opposite and I was looking straight into their front room, just like mine.

I had seen various neighbours around but not actually spoken with anyone other than the shop owner downstairs. As I looked across to the house opposite their light was already on and I recognised the woman, as I had seen her coming and going. I was going to turn away when I realised she was undressed, so I moved behind the curtain and peeked round to look more closely. From what I could see she was wearing a bra and pants and nothing else.

As a young man not getting any sex, it didn't take much to turn me on, and my hand quickly went inside my boxers to grasp my already hardening cock. Unfortunately, even as I watched her, while stroking myself, she walked out of my field of view and I couldn't see her anymore.

A couple of days later, at the weekend, I went shopping and looked around some second hand stores and found a pair of binoculars that were quite powerful and in reasonable condition. As I was nearing home who should I see coming the other way but my neighbours from across the road. I may have gone red with embarrassment as I had been watching her in a state of undress, but of course she did not know that and I doubt they even noticed me.

She and her husband were probably in their forties, maybe twice my age, and she was quite attractive, slim-ish with blond hair, normal size boobs and a good waist. Given the heat she was wearing a very flimsy summer dress, very low cut and almost see-through. Her husband looked quite fit, as indeed they both did, which may have been his work, or possibly from going to a gym.

I turned as they passed me and looked back at the woman and could see she had a nice tight bum which swayed provocatively as she walked, and with the sun shining through I could see the outline of her legs all the way to the top. My face was still burning at the thought of have been watching her, heightened by having bought the binoculars in the hope of seeing more of her!

The weather continued hot, and that evening I got ready with the binoculars, leaving my curtains open and the lights off. Their light was on so I assumed they were at home but I did not see anyone through their window. I didn't know if they had the whole house or just a flat like me. Studying as much of the room as I could I saw a television to one side of where the fireplace would have been and a chair on one side and the end of something on the other, could be another chair or settee or something. After a bit I gave up and was about to put the light on and watch my TV when I realised that this might alert them to the fact that I could see into their room, so I left the light off.

The next day was Sunday and I was getting a bit disappointed that what I seen was a one-off, but even the frustration of not seeing it again got me hard. That evening I settled down again, wearing just my boxers, to see if anything would happen across the road. The first sign that they were at home was the man who walked around the room in just his underpants, and while it is not my thing, with the binoculars I could see there was a good bulge at the front. He moved out of sight, but shortly after the woman appeared, carrying something, but she was still wearing her dress which was a disappointment. She put down what she was carrying and I could see it was an ironing board which she set up so that she could see the TV, but it also meant I had a good, side-on, view of her. Having set up the ironing board she disappeared from view for a while.

A few minutes later she came back in and, JOY!, she was only wearing a bra and pants. My hand went straight to my cock, and I grabbed the binoculars to get a better view. She was every bit as good as I had seen her clothed, but her boobs were a good bit bigger than I had expected as they were trying to escape from a skimpy bra, and as she moved they bounced and wobbled sexily and I just stared at them as I stroked my hard cock. Just watching them was winding me up and I rubbed harder and faster, my cock iron hard and aching to shoot its load.

I moved the glasses down, admiring her quite flat belly, and then studied the fairly brief knickers. They were skin tight so I could see the shape of her crotch and I just wondered what it would be like. Was she hairy or shaved, I couldn't tell. My mind was spinning, what would it look like, what would it be like to... AAARRGH; I came. The cum spurted from my cock and I tried to catch it in my hand but there was quite a lot and it dribbled onto the carpeted floor. With still shaky legs I went to the bathroom and emptied my hand into the basin and then with my flannel and warm water cleaned my cock which was still a bit stiff and sensitive.

Through the week I kept watch at the window, but either they were not visible or fully clothed, even though the weather continued hot. Once again, one evening during the week I passed them in the road and this time in my mind I could visualise them undressed, seeing the woman in her bra and pants with those magnificent breasts, which again were well hidden under her dress. The woman smiled and the man nodded to me and said Hello! in recognition as we passed and I smiled back, unable to speak. Was there something in the way he said it; had they seen me spying on them, hence not being undressed with the light on? But they passed on without further interaction, so I was left not knowing.

As the week passed I wondered if their routine was always the same and longed for the weekend to see if I could watch her again. Even the memory was enough to stir my cock, but I resisted the temptation as I wanted to save myself for the week-end.

There was no movement in their house on Saturday so I supposed they must be out. The hours dragged by through the next day, but as evening drew in I settled myself down to watch. I was a bit more organised this time. I drew the curtains partly across to keep the room dark, and settled down in a chair. I had taken all my clothes off, including my pants, and had balanced the binoculars on a clothes airer so I had my hands free. I didn't want to make a mess like last time so I had a condom, which I always kept in the hope of needing it, probably out of date!

Their light went on and I leant forward to look through the glasses but could not see anyone, then my prayers were answered. It was the man, who was just wearing his pants again and he set up the ironing board, his pants bulging at the front as before. Shortly afterward the woman came in with the ironing which she set down and when she stood up my cock jumped. She was wearing a similar bra to last week which was struggling to contain her boobs as they moved about. This time she had a slip on, presumably over her pants, which was a bit disappointing, but those breasts were fantastic.

My cock was hanging thickly between my thighs, already hardening as I sat naked in the chair studying the vision across the road, and I could feel my balls tightening. I lifted my cock and stroked it, encouraging it to harden up, not that it needed any help. As the woman moved, her breasts swayed and my cock hardened. I let go as I didn't want to cum too soon as I wanted to enjoy the spectacle to the maximum.

I sat there, naked, idly feeling my cock from time to time which was now a rigidly stiff erection, standing proud from my crotch. Nothing had changed across the road, the woman still doing the ironing, and I didn't know how long the vision would last, and when I could shoot my load. In preparation I opened the foil packet and took out the condom. I put it over my cock-head and pinching the air out of the teat I rolled it down, and given the hardness of my erection it rolled on my shaft easily until it was against my pubes.

I looked back across the road just in time to see the man come into view again. I couldn't believe it as he went up behind his wife and put his arms around her and cupped her boobs in his hands. She leant back against him so he could kiss her neck and she put the iron down and placed her hands on top of his, obviously enjoying what he was doing to her. After a minute or two he let go of her boobs and undid the clasp of her bra. Peeling the straps off her shoulders it fell away and her fabulous breasts tumbled onto her chest. My cock jerked at the sight of those magnificent beauties, they were big and very full, not saggy, and were crowned by large, dark areolas, in the middle of each was a large, hard nipple which she held and pinched to make them bigger.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This couple were, probably, about to make love, to fuck, and I was watching them. I hoped I would see more before they went to bed and I gave my erection another stroke. I really wanted to wank it hard but I knew I would cum immediately and I wanted to watch more while I could, so I let go.

As I watched he reached down and, grasping the slip and her knickers, he pulled them all down. I stared, open mouthed, at the sight. Her beautiful bum exposed and as she turned to him I got a full frontal view of a big triangle of dark pubic hair (so the blond wasn't natural!) filling her crotch. Her breasts filled her chest and swayed as she moved. She put her arms around his neck and they kissed again and she pressed her body against him.

She moved a hand down between their bodies and slid it inside his pants. After feeling the contents for a while she knelt down in front of him and slowly pulled his pants down. His big member sprang out right in front of her face. She held it in her hand while she admired it -- he may or may not have been circumcised, but as he was so big and stiff if there had been any foreskin it was fully drawn back. Then she looked up at him and he pushed his meat into her open mouth.

I couldn't believe what I was watching and I don't know how I didn't cum there and then. I put my hand down on my cock. It was hard as iron, the shaft rigid and aching with the hardness as I ran my hand along it. I touched my helmet and was surprised how the condom slid over it and when I looked down I could see the teat was almost full of clear liquid, pre-cum. It was all over my cock-head which was why the condom slid so smoothly over it. I was having a hard time resisting the urge to wank but I knew I would cum immediately and I still wanted to wait as long as I could.

I watched through the binoculars as she sucked his cock, her breasts swaying as she moved. He was pushing it in as she met his movements, and his erection alternately slid past her lips into her mouth and then slowly pulled out again until the rim of his helmet appeared and then he pushed it back in. He kept this going for a while, fucking her face, but it seemed she wanted more as she took his cock out of her mouth and stood up, still holding it in her hand and gently stroking it to keep it hard. She pushed it down between her legs into that thick black bush of pubic hair but he had other ideas. He turned her around. She leaned forward slightly, steadying herself on the ironing board and he lifted his cock and pushed it between her legs from behind.

Again I stared in amazement; they were not going to bed but were going to fuck right there, in front of me, while I watched. I touched my cock again, ever so gently, feeling the ache building into something more. I dared not touch the helmet as that would finish me immediately. I looked down at the rigid pole sticking out of me, the shiny condom tight around it, the end filling with my juices. I went back to the binoculars and saw him holding his cock between her legs and sliding it up and down, and then he let go and with a movement of his hips he slid forward and his cock disappeared until his belly was pressed against her bum cheeks.

Oh God! I could barely dare to watch, but I couldn't take my eyes off them, the binoculars showing me everything in detail. His hips moved and his cock shaft re-appeared but he pushed it back in again. I couldn't tell for sure if he was fucking her cunt or was up her bum, but it looked like it was up her cunt. He kept sliding in and out, sometimes gentle strokes and her breasts wobbled, but sometimes he fucked her hard and her boobs bounced, and I could see the areolas were hard and standing proud tipped by nipples like organ stops. He felt around her and played with her boobs and nipples as he continued to fuck her, his stiff cock now shiny with her wetness, sliding in and out of her. Eventually she started to have difficulty standing and then she fell forward, her boobs on the ironing board as her whole body shook and I guessed she was in the throes of her orgasm.

He slowed down his thrusting until he was still, with his cock fully buried in her as she recovered from her climax. Slowly he pulled out and I could see he was still stiff, as his cock stayed sticking straight out. Eventually she got up and turned round to face him and I thought I caught a glimpse of an open gash in the middle of that black triangle. She sank to her knees on the floor in front of him and once again took his erection in her mouth and sucked on it.

Her head bobbed back and forward as she blew him, working his shaft and his helmet vigorously. Suddenly he arched his back and grabbing hold of the back of her head, he pushed his cock deep in her mouth, but she pulled away and as his cock slipped out it was shooting jets of cum on her face. She grabbed it in her hand and wanked it hard as the sperm shot from him and she milked every drop she could get out of him. Her face was covered and it was dripping off her onto her amble boobs as the spurts died away to a dribble.

It was all too much for me. My cock had been twitching and jerking on its own and I hadn't dared touch it, but suddenly that ache swelled and the old familiar feeling swept over me, overwhelming me, and my cock seemed to swell even more (in my mind, as there was no way it could get any harder or stiffer than it already was!) and I was overcome by the sensations as my own cock suddenly blasted jet after jet of spunk, so much that it seemed like a continuous stream. I watched as the condom ballooned with the contents of my balls and my cock-head disappeared inside the flood of milky white cream.

I quickly grasped my helmet and gave the edge a good rubbing, all slippery with the cum in the condom, and after a few moments I was rewarded as another powerful spasm shook me and my cock erupted as more copious emissions spewed from me, further filling the already swelled condom.

I was shattered. I fell back in the chair exhausted, the lingering sensations of a fabulous climax slowly fading from me and my cock. After a while, was it a minute or maybe five, I opened my eyes to see my still semi-hard cock hanging down between my thighs with the great bulb of the condom hanging off the end holding the flood of my semen that I had ejaculated.

As the memories of my climax faded I suddenly remembered the vision from across the road and I looked through the binoculars. The light was still on but I could not see anyone in the room. With the entertainment over, for the time being, I got up, my legs still feeling a bit weak, and holding the condom in place I went off to the bathroom to clean up.

On Monday, on getting home from work, I checked as usual for any post and noticed there was an envelope just addressed to 'The Upstairs Flat'. When I opened it there was a single folded piece of paper inside with a couple of lines of neat handwriting:

"We hope you enjoyed yourself yesterday evening. We did, all the more for knowing you were there with us. Next time, why not leave your light on. X"

Next time...?!