The first couple of days visiting with my daughter and her family had been fun. I love my grandchildren and my daughter's husband was making a real effort to be civil. We do not get along normally you see. Anyway to make a long unpleasant story short, he and I had our inevitable argument and I found myself coming home a few days earlier than expected.
The taxi stopped outside my house a little after dark. Everything was shadowy and quiet, only illuminated by the street light and the taxi headlights. I had asked Mary to look in on the place every day or so while I was away and I was half hoping to find her there but it didn't look like anyone was home. What a shame. I could have used a friend. The last few days had been rough even for me. I don't get upset easily. Arriving home to a big empty house was not what I had hoped for.
Oh well. Not point dwelling on it.
I paid the driver and with my handbag over my shoulder, picked up the two heavy luggage bags and headed down the drive towards the back door. Its moments like this that I appreciate how fit I am for my age. I may be carrying a few extra pounds but I have good balance and I'm strong, easily navigating the steep driveway in the dark.
At the bottom of the drive the footpath runs between my garage and the side of the house. It was darker here than I expected and it took me a bit by surprise. Everything looks so different at night. I stopped for a second to get my bearings and then at the other end of this passage I could see my backyard glowing in the moonlight. As my eyes grew accustomed to the dark my confidence returned and I moved on.
My beautiful backyard looked radiant. A big harvest moon lit it up in a most magical way bathing everything in moon glow. The footpath meanders through the garden tempting you to walk around the next corner to see what's there, past the swimming pool and around the beautiful big elm tree that must have been there for a hundred years before my late husband and I moved in.
That was when I noticed the light in my bedroom.
I had thought my bedroom window was completely private, hidden behind the tall hedge that surrounds it, but apparently not. I could definitely see a light on. My first thought was that Mary must be here after all! I even thought I could see movement of some sort, shadowy light flickering. This was wonderful news.
On a whim I decided I would have a look. Putting my bags down on the path, and suppressing the giggles that threatened to bubble up, I turned towards the lighted window. I was going to take a peak and maybe give Mary a scare.
I was immediately excited at the prospect of what I was doing and felt a fabulous guilty pleasure. This must be what voyeurs feel like as they sneak and peak from their hiding places. Maybe she would be getting undressed? Maybe she was already naked? I would soon be able to see right inside.
Feeling like a spy I crept around the big elm, past the bushes and trees and through the arch opening in the hedge and ...
I froze mid-step. There was somebody already there!
In the little sheltered yard I could see a figure about 30 feet away silhouetted against the light coming from the brightly lit up window. I backed up slowly and ducked behind the hedge again.
I was ruffled. I had not expected anything like this. Who would be so bold? I wanted Mary to myself and somebody was in my spot! Angry and disappointed I thought about making a fuss, but only for a moment. Thankfully I came to my senses or none of what followed would have happened.
Peeping through the foliage I studied the voyeur. Almost certainly male I supposed. It looked like he was wearing pajamas? Hard to tell for sure from this distance. Certainly some sort of loose fitting shirt top and baggy pants. He didn't look very tall.
Behind him I could see my sweetheart Mary in my room as she walked past the window. She'll probably be getting ready for bed, I thought.
I wanted to see more so I needed to get closer.
The hedge I was peering through encircled a little grassed courtyard and in the center is a big terracotta pot. It is quite a feature ... and a good hiding spot. Including the perennial green shrub my mower man keeps trimmed to a perfect round ball shape, it was about four feet high and three feet wide.
It was the only place I could hide and I determined to aim for it. There was no other option.
Getting there without him seeing or hearing me would be tricky though. If he turned for any reason at all I would be completely exposed. He would catch a rumpled and grass stained Old Mrs. Clarke, down on her hands and knees, looking very embarrassed.
This thought didn't put me off at all. In fact it became even more exciting. Figuring that the risk was worth the reward I lowered myself down onto all fours and started to crawl over the soft damp grass toward my hiding place.
The entire western wall of my bedroom is made up of six, floor to ceiling sheets of glass that curve around the foot of my big bed. Lying in bed in the dark I have a panoramic view of the night sky. It's like sleeping in a glass house.
The middle four panels of this 'bow' window fold open like French doors and once they are open it is only a small step down and out into the garden. On balmy nights like this one I often sleep with those doors open.
I have a recurring fantasy that an unknown stranger steps through those doors some night, a secret admirer, mad with lust for me. Especially somebody like my mower man David with that huge cock of his.
The closer I crawled to the big pot the more the 'peeper' looms over me. He was indeed wearing pajamas, a red and blue tartan check. And he was young. How young I wondered? Old enough to lust after a busty old woman. It also had short cropped dark hair and bare feet.
Probably some youngster from the neighborhood who has ducked out for a little voyeurism before bedtime, I thought. I'll probably hear his mommy shortly, calling him to come in.
I could see Mary much more clearly now as well as she moved around the room doing little chores of some sort, picking up a knickknack from one spot and putting it down in another. She must have come over to stay the night.
She is still wearing her work attire - a knee length black pleated skirt that flares out over her big bum and a white blouse with most of the buttons already undone. Her top is stretched so tightly over her massive cleavage that her immense 30KK boobs look like they will explode out of there at any moment. No wonder he's watching her.
I crawl closer and closer. The closer I get the higher the chance he will sense me. If he turned around now the game would certainly be up. I felt so totally exposed with the light from the full moon bathing the little den and my hiding spot was right next to the peeping tom. Please don't turn around, please don't turn around, I prayed.
When I was about six feet away I was so excited I thought I might wet myself.
While I couldn't see it I knew he was masturbating. I could hear his agitated breathing and his body was rocking in time to his task. When he pulled his pajama pants down right in front of me, leaving them to pool around his ankles I almost died. There was a cute bare bottom, shining in the moonlight, close enough to touch.
I scuttled in behind my pot. Hidden in the shadow it cast, I got to my feet, eager to see what my fellow voyeur looked like
Oh dear, I was sure my sharp intake of breath would give me away. He was jerking off of course but the sheer size of it shocked me. A huge cock filled my gaze. He wasn't quite as big as David but then who was? He was still a very well endowed young man. It was at about ten inches long, thick and hard. Like David he masturbated with both hands, holding the base near his balls with one hand and pumping the rest of his shaft with the other.
It was mesmerizing. It looked even bigger because it was disproportionately large compared to the boy's hands that seemed small next to it. They weren't of course. Just normal sized hands that could barely encircle his mammoth cock.
As I suspected he was not tall, I would tower over him but he was sporty looking, with that wonderful muscle tone that only young men can have, and handsome. His short black hair framed fine chiseled features.
The young voyeur's eyes where glued to the window in front of him watching Mary. His pajama shirt was unbuttoned exposing his chest and his big hard cock stuck out into the night.
