This is the story of the time when I had no exposure to sex but plenty of stirrings in my head and still more in my loins. And so many times I had to satisfy my urges by shaking my stick while fantasizing about some lady or the other. It was very frustrating at times because the women I was fantasizing about lived in the neighborhood, and were all seemed sexually satisfied, where there did not seem a chance for me to be invited by them to be there lover. I was desperate to lose my virginity, and yet the only holes I was entering were in my dreams. I was a king without a conquered woman.
There was this one lady, who lived next door. She was voluptuous and had all the inviting looks. She had a nice pair of tits, and a well proportioned ass, and a million dollar smile. Except, that her smile was not meant for me. I would seek her attention by trying to be extra courteous, and run an odd errand for her and expect some return but it was always a cold thanks that I would get. She was, otherwise, lively and gay. So many nights, when I would be tossing in my bed, fantasizing about her, my desires would be inflamed by her occasional laughter or her soft whisper. We lived in adjacent flats and in the silence of the night, it was easy to hear voices travel into each others place. I would visualize her making it with her husband, and even feel her reaching her orgasm when I would wake up in the middle of the night, and hear her rasping voices of pleasure. The bastard must be really 'big' and working hard in the bed, that his woman does not even look at others to satisfy her. I was awfully envious. I could have done anything to creep into her bed and ravish her. Only if I could...
One night, while I could not sleep and was wondering outside, I strayed towards her place. There was a light I could see, in her bathroom. Desperate to see, if I could get a glimpse of the lady I was pining for, I tried to peep through the ventilator. Now I could not make out much, except that a woman was sitting to pee. I had my first distant glimpse of the female pee hole. She was bushy down there, and I heard the trinkling sound of someone's falling golden stream out of her pee-hole. I was ecstatic at my discovery. My heart was pounding, mouth had gone dry and there was a raging erection down below, which I was fondling unknowingly at the sudden discovery of what I had dreamt for so long.
Soon it became a routine for me to delay my sleeping hour, till I had the glimpse of my woman peeing in her loo. After that I would retire to my bed, fantasize about her in all the possible nude postures and shake myself well till I shoot the cum all over my bare tummy, wipe it and doze off...to wake up again next morning dreaming about the cunt, I could only get a distant dim view of in the hours of midnight. There were times, when I would hang around outside even during the day to hear her use the loo once her husband had left, and I knew she would be alone. She had a niece staying with her, whom I could have fantasized about, but I could only dream of her ripe mature Aunt.
I had already imagined how would she look without her clothes but there was no way I could satisfy my curiosity and urges. The ventilator through which I used to peep would allow me just enough glimpse of the seated person on the commode. I thanked my stars that I never had the honour of seeing that woman's husband's cock. I always felt he must be big, and after all he was fucking the woman I badly wanted to lay, as his legal rights. Well, my frustrations were increasing with my desires going beyond my control. I was not making any head way into her hole...and I badly wanted to serve her royal cunt. I can even today visualize what I had looked at and imagined about her pussy...such was the intensity of my lust for her. And she was least aware about it.
Finally an opportunity came my way. Her husband informed me that he would be out of town for a couple of days and if I would mind sleeping the night over in his living room, since his wife was not keeping a good health. Ah at last, I could enter the flat of my cherished one. I agreed immediately. He told me that she could take care of herself, but he wanted some one to take care, just in case. And their niece was visiting her folks around that time, otherwise he would not have bothered me. For me it was a long awaited pleasure, that this fool hardly knew. Even if he did, I do not know if he cared about it. He had taken her enough number of times to worry about chastity belts for the waiting wife, I thought.
The night came very slowly, I could hardly wait to ring the bell at night. Somehow once it was dark, after finishing my supper, I stood before the door of my lady love, trembling with anticipation and excitement. I rang the bell, the voluptuous one opened the door with a smile. I told her that I had come to keep her company. She said that she was quiet alright but her husband makes such a fuss that I had to be bothered. I said it would be a pleasure to be of any service, and I meant it. I was hoping for some rewards for my night at their place, may be a love game with her in her bed. She dampened my spirits and pointed at the couch in the living room, if I would be comfortable there. I mumbled yes. Then she showed me the loo, saying there is only one in their flat, with a door each opening into her bedroom and living room. So this was the den I was peeping into. She told me to unlock the door after finishing my business whenever I used the loo. I nodded, planning my move to peep at her golden trickling hole. Could I dare to peep at her when I was staying in her place? I could have gone to any length to get a close look at her.
