The Voyeur

Written by Stephen Washington (June 2000)

Outside it had cooled.
The blue gauze of evening hung softly in the streets below as the sharp voices of moody dogs beat time to the fractured melody of homesick traffic. From where she sat, still, at the open window, the girl waited and watched the dying of her day. Tilting her chin upwards, her gaze traced the last of the blue, as a busy fleck of errant birds swirled tea-like in the milky haze.

Across the square the last rays of the August sun gilded the high windows of the emptying office blocks as she watched light return to the blank board of the apartments opposite. After a while, pale and chill, she stood and turned around slowly, naked but for her white cotton panties, stepping away from the lost day and the silk scent of the red geraniums, grown from seed, that cuddled together in painted pots outside on the iron balcony.

She walked slowly across the cold linoleum floor, pausing momentarily to flick out her right leg and glide her thin fingers over the cool peach of her buttock, slipping a short fingernail under the tight lace of her panties where it had crept over and snuggled deep into the warm crack of her taut bum.

She felt the soft rustle of her dry pubes against her finger tip as she pulled the smooth fabric slowly back into place. Looking down now, she pressed both palms against the soft curve of her belly and pulling down the thin embroidered elastic that circled her waist with the back of her fingers, contemplated the soft nest of dark curls that snuggled sleepily between the cool white flesh of her thighs.

The small sigh that she gave made her thin shoulders rise and settle sadly as she pulled her fingers away and let the elastic snap back sharply against her belly. Now in the kitchen, she poured water from the overfilled kettle onto the small stack of dirty dishes that had collected in the bottom of the steel sink and returned it to it's place alongside the jars of dry pasta.

She rocked the switch over, pursing her lips, trying to frown forward some plan for the evening but was called back sharply by the descant jangle from the phone behind her.
"Hello?"
Her voice had risen, small and high, as she had not used it that day and unsure that it had been heard, she repeated the word slower and deeper but with the same faltering inclination.
"Hello?" For a few moments there was a silence, then a soft male voice.
"Hi" She paused, closing her eyes and turning on her heel to lean against the edge of the kitchen table.
"Hello, this is Beth. Who's that?" She asked quietly.

There was silence again for a moment and the man's voice.
"Hello Beth. I'm, erm, an admirer"
"An admirer?" It was more a statement than a question so she asked, " Do I know you?"
"No" the man said, smiling, unseen. "No, you don't know me, we haven't met, but I have seen you, in your window." He paused.
" I see you a lot in your window and I thought ... well, I wanted to talk to you."
Beth bit a nail, and smiled nervously, staring now at her feet and the last traces of the red polish on her toe nails.
"You've been spying on me?"
"No. Well yes ... a bit. I can see you from my apartment across the street. You sit in your window. You sit in your window and watch the world, and I watch you."

� Beth inspects the end of her nail and cradles the reciever between her neck and shoulder, and moves to the wall where she now leans, feeling the cold plaster against her skin.
"Why?"
"Because you're there and I can. And I'm curious why a cute girl like you has no one to keep her company. And I wonder what you see and what you think when your at your window".
He laughs softly now. "Plus I've grown quite fond of your boobs and those little panties you wear."

Beth, biting her bottom lip gently between her front teeth, surpresses a giggle and smiles.
"Pervert" She says, not meaning it.
"Mmm, I suppose I am, but you're the one that likes to sit, practically naked, by your window. So what does that make you?"
"Can you really see me? How far? Which window is yours?" She asks.

"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it? Lets just say I've got a good view from here. But I can only see you when your at your window, you're invisible now."
"So you must be quite high up then?" Beth pauses, then, "Just a minute. Hang on."

She puts the phone back on the wall and glides, giggling, out of the kitchen and walks into the room, turning on the main light.
She stops to pick up the white silk robe from the cold floor and slips it on walking to the low glass table by the couch and t.v and picking up the red cordless phone from its home amongst the plaid cushions that tumble and spill from the couch of the same cloth.

Stepping to the window she pulls out the short chrome ariel and speaks.
"Hello? Are you still there?"

She scans the apartments opposite, trying to calculate from where the man is watching. "Can you see me now?" It is night outside now and the light from the windows of the building opposite hang in the darkness.
"Yes, I see you. You've covered up. Spoilsport."
"Suddenly I'm a bit shy!" she laughs. "Sorry."
"Nevermind." He sighs. "Does this mean the end for my fantasy? No more free peaks?"
His voice is plaintive, half joking. "You've become the highlight of my day".

Beth laughs and steps back from the window to pick up a low stool and placing it before her, swings a long leg over and sits, pulling the robe over to cover her knees.
"Maybe, maybe not," she teases, still searching for a face at a window. " You couldn't possibly see from there without a telescope!"
"Binoculars, actually. Army issue, good for this type of thing."
"Oh! so you do this a lot. Just when I was begining to think I was special." She gives a mock pout and turns away, miming hurt.
"Oh, you are ... believe me. I saw you last week briefly, but couldn't see clearly so I borrowed these to see if you were pretty. This is new hobby of mine."
"Well, that's better." She turns back to the window, "Am I?"
"Pretty? Yes very. I'm now your biggest fan." �
"So how come you're at you window all day too? I'm supposed to be revising for a law exam, that's my exuse, what's yours?"
"I write, stories mostly ... and edit other people's manuscripts. So I'm here by the window at my desk most of the day."
"I still can't find you, where are you?"
"Above, and to your right. Near the top. I have the light off so you can't see me and I can see you better. Perhaps tomorrow you'll find me."

There is silence between them.
Both Beth and the man looking for the next thing to say. It is the man who speaks first.
"It's quite distracting actually. Seeing you there in just your panties. I'm often horny when I should be concentrating on my work. Still, I've woven a short story about you, so thanks."

"Really? What kind of story?"
"Oh, just a little erotic tale of a girl who shows and a guy who tells."
Beth adjusts the folds of her robe, gathering the cool fabric over her knees and smiles down into her lap.
"Read me some of it ... please."
"O.k." �

Scanning the windows again she sees a small light flicker and steady, up near the top, to her right. It is too far away to see anything but the warm glow from the bulb, but she has found the man and now adjusts her stool in order to focus on the window. �

"I think we'll skip the introduction and start at the bit where the girl in the white robe has placed a table lamp at her feet so the man can see her better."
Beth smiles and looks back into the room. She is up quickly and returns shortly with a lamp taken from its place by the couch.

She turns it on and sits down with the warm light cascading over her robe, turning it's white silk a warm dusty pink.
"Like this?"
"Exactly ... exactly like that."

"The girl is sitting in the window, like she has done so many times before..." the man begins.
"Alone and lonely, she longs for some attention. The long nights have been spent dreaming of some lover to lay with her and share her body and now in front of the window she offers herself to who ever is watching.

She slowly undoes the cord from her robe and peels the white silk away to reveal the cool white orb of her right breast. Running the back of her nails across the smooth contours of her tit she cups it with her other hand, wets her fingers and traces slow circles around her nipple which hardens and glistens with the juice from her mouth.

She rolls her nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulls it gently forward teasing it until tiny tremours surface in the warm nest between her thighs. Taking her left breast in her left hand she lifts them both up and rocks her nipples back and forward and gazes out into the night presenting her firm titties to the man that watches.

She moves her left hand to support her right breast, her left tit rests on her stretched arm as she takes the edge of her robe with the long fingers of her right hand and draws it back away from her belly and lets it fall to her side.
Brushing the silk from her left thigh she opens her knees to show her tiny panties and glides her fingers down over her belly to rest on the white cotton.
Parting her thighs, she now begins to gently rub against the high mound of her hidden muff, pushing the thin fabric into her valley until she can feel the dampness rise. Easing herself back on her stool and running her hand around her waist to the centre of her back, hooks a thumb beneath the tight elastic and raising her self up from the stool, peels them from her tight white ass.

Sitting again, she brings her right hand around and rolls the fabric of her panties down to her mid thigh. Her fingers return again to her now naked pussy and begins to stroke the pink folds of flesh. Sliding the tip of her middle finger into her hole, she lets her juice run out over the knuckles of her finger and uses this to further lubricate her hot gash. Inching her way up she arrives at her clit, leaning her head back a little, to show her slender neck, she allows her breasts to fall as her left hand reaches down and her fingers spread her pussy lips apart.

With her left thumb she pulls back the hood of her clit, revealing the shiny pink pearl beneath. She begins to rub this vigourously, pausing from time to time to gather up more of her sticky juices, allowing her fingertips to glide smoothly over her pulsing clit. Frowning with concentration, she loses her self in the motion until she feels herself begin to come. She stops for a second, to hang on the edge of her climax and then slowly and carefully brings it forth with firm downward strokes from her right thumb.

Her cunt quivers and she can feel the muscles in her arse tighten and relax as wave after wave of pleasure runs through her belly. Her head is foggy now, drugged with the endorphines that now charge through her veins. Her closed eyes see colours and her breathing is heavy and laboured. She plays with herself until the sensation becomes too sharp and slowly stops.

She raises her right hand to brush back her long red hair from her face and looks up to the windows across the street, hoping someone had shared this with her.
Up at the top of the apartment block and to her right, a figures sits beside the light from a desklight and knows that he has.

Beth sat quietly in the window. She had cradled the phone between her neck and shoulder to follow her instruction and now rubbed the ache slowly with the moist fingers of her right hand.
"Thankyou," said the man. "I hope I wasn't out of order."
Beth was unsure of what to say. She couldn't quite believe what she had just allowed herself to do. She was suddenly embarrassed and covered herself quickly.
"I can't believe I did that." she said, biting her lip.
"I didn't know ... I'm surprised at myself. You really had me going there, you pervert."
"Did you like the experience?" the man asked. "I mean you no harm ... I just wondered what would happen if I tried. You were very good. I enjoyed the experience. If you come to window in your white robe again, I'll know to phone you."

There is silence between them for a while and then Beth hears the reciever click as the man puts down his phone.
She looks up to his window and is sure he is still watching.
"You made me cum," she whispers into the dead line. She holds the phone in her lap, between her shaking hands �and then standing unsteadily, steps out of the light and walks back across the room, fighting the sharp prick of tears.

The following day, she stayed away from the window and the man didn't call. She spent her time revising and reading but twice she stopped to touch herself as the memory of the previous night stayed with her.
Finally she went and lay on the bed and rubbed herself until she came.
The next day, a Thursday, it rained and the heavy drops that fell from the dark purple sky seemed to scrub the air clean, leaving it fresh and the city looking newly washed.

The dusty surface of the road returned to smart black tar and all the sidewalks sat polished and clean, reflecting the dark clouds overhead. She left the building twice that day, for groceries and to post some mail but didn't look up for his window until she was a few blocks down.

When she returned there was a note for her in her mailbox and she placed it unopened on the kitchen table as she sat drinking her tenth cup of coffee that day. Finally she reached over and picked it up.
A plain white envelope with her name on one side and the message 'Open or Discard' in a large, neat hand.

She opened it and slowly read it to herself. ' Dear Beth, I've missed you. I guess your angry with me, or yourself and don't want to know me any more. So I'm sorry. I'm away for a week now, maybe when I come back you will have forgiven me. I'll be around if you need me.'

She divided the next week between her studies and her window, gazing up to the place where the man had been and once, sitting in the window in her white robe, started to relive that evening, but it hadn't been the same, knowing that there was no-one to see.

The following Friday she woke early and wondered if he was back. She stayed away from the window but as the light faded and the city wound down for the night, she found herself standing in her white robe in the middle of her room with the table lamp in one hand and her phone in the other and a low ache deep in her belly. She moved to the window and placing the stool where it had been that night, sat down and waited.

The small desklamp was on and she felt him watching. It thrilled her. She was alarmed by her desire to expose herself again for him. She wondered if she'd dare cum for him again.
She willed the phone to ring and when it did she spoke soflty into the reciever. "Hello"
"Hi, nice to see you again, I was afraid I'd lost you."
"No. It was just a bit of a shock to find myself doing what I did. I wasn't sure if I wanted it to continue."
"What do you feel like now? Beth smiled, staring into her lap before looking up. "Horny as hell!" �
"Good. I'm glad. Same rules as before? I tell, you show?"
Beth's kitten was already awake and sending out plaintive, hungry signals from where she had hidden in between her crossed legs.
"Yes, I'd like that."
"Fine, but first I need to send you something over. A sort of present. It will be with you in a few minutes, don't open it until I say."
"O.k. " �
� "In the mean time I'd like to see your sweet breasts If I may. Close your eyes and pretend that your hands are my hands and let me feel your hard little nipples under my thumbs."

Beth obeyed and closed her eyes, seperating her mind from her hands and enjoying the delicious thrill of the contact between them. She could feel her hot pussy starting to dribble sweet sticky pre-cum into the fabric of her panties and down onto the wooden surface of the stool.
There was a knock on the door behind her and she opened her eyes. "Go and fetch it", he said.
Beth rose, clumsily, and walked to the door with faltering steps, gathering her robe around her.
When she opened the door the hallway was empty and white shoe box, with a red ribbon, sat at her feet. She picked it up, stepped back in to the flat and closed the door behind her. Walking back to the window, she sat again and placed the box before her on the ground.
"Good, now where were we?" said the man. " Ah that's right" as Beth opened her robe to nurse her breasts once more.
"Take off your panties and spread your legs for me, I would like to see how wet you are"
� "Yes, that looks like a start. Now spread your lips and finger yourself. I want your cunt wide open. Thats the way, now slide you fingers in .... right the way in. Use your thumb now to fuck your self a little, whilst you rub your clit with your left hand. Tell me when you're getting close, but on no account cum yet, do you understand?"

Beth wimpered her acknowledgement, biting her lip and putting some serious work in with her left hand.
"I'm getting close now" she whispered, "what shall I do?"
"Just relax for a moment, give yourself time to collect your breath and play gently with yourself for a while, remember I will be disappointed if you cum now, so be very careful not to overstep the mark.
Good, I can see you easing back. Now reach down and pick up that box and untie the ribbon. Now take out what you find inside and carefully unwrap it."

At the bottom of the box, a packed lay firmly wrapped in red tissue. It felt heavy in Beth hands and she had a good idea of what lay below the wrapping, long before the last piece of tissue came away.

"Now keep rubbing your pussy with your right hand, yes, that's the way, and tell me now what you have in your left hand."
"It's a dildo"
"Right. But its not just any shop bought dick substitute, this one is special. This one is made from a cast of my dick. I had a girlfriend from the hospital come and take a cast of me and then fill it with surgical rubber."
"Did you fuck her?"
"No there wasn't time, but she sucked my cock until it almost bled so that I could give you the best of me. Now I want you to hold it in front of you and turn it around in your hand whist you continue to finger your pussy. Look at the length of me, see how my veins circle around.
Note where I'm almost flat on top and how my heart has pumped me up so hard. See where my foreskin is pulled back and how the end of my knob is shaped. Now I'd like to see you kiss it and show me what you'd do to me if I was standing before you. That's the way ... God that looks so good. Now why don't you introduce me to your cunt, I expect she's more than ready for me now. Yes ... open up your thighs so I can see. Rub me up and down your crack and over your clit and now slowly bury me as far as you can, right up inside your soggy quim. Now let me fuck you until you come."

Beth, gripped the edge of the stool with her left hand and leant far back, her chin tilted towards the ceiling whilst she rammed his dick furiously in and out of her cunt. It felt electric. She felt overpowered and exposed.

His will seemed to control hers as she abandoned her self to the sensation of his monster cock whipping her juices to cream. She came with a cry and shook violently, her teeth clamped painfully against her lower lip and hot tears running from her eyes and back over her face to her arched neck.

When it had finished, she slumped forwards, his dick still inside her, pushing it hard into her cunt.
"God, I love this so much," she spat, picking up the phone again "Get your pervert ass round here right now! Fuck the living daylights out of me you bastard. You fucking pervy bastard, you'd better be as big as this thing is or I'll fucking kill you. Fucking move! I'm not fucking joking. Get here now!!

Beth heard the man laugh warmly and then sigh.
"Baby, if I came over, it would have to be on my terms ... If we really met, face to face, then part of this pleasure will be gone. We have a distance between us that keeps this hot. Straight forward sex would be just another fuck in a city of fucked-up fucks and I want to keep this special."

"I need you ... to be here," Beth hissed through clenched teeth.
"This is too much. I won't be able to handle this much longer unless I can touch you and you can touch me. I don't care how you want it to be, just be here, with me, now!" �
"O.k. but this is what you must do ..."

Ten minutes later Beth stood facing her front door. She now, as instructed, placed the scarf over her eyes and tied it tight behind her neck. Her mouth was dry and her legs shook lightly beneath her.

The scarf pressed firmly against her eyes, inducing wave after wave of shocking colour. She strained to hear the footsteps from beyond the unlocked door and her heart jumped at the click from the latch it slowly opened. She felt the cool draught from the hall and sensed the man enter and heard the door close behind him.

"Hi, baby." He said softly as he took up her left hand and led her away gently into her living room. The bedroom door was open and standing behind her now, he guided her inside. She was led to the bed where her robe was carefully undone and eased from her shoulders so that it fell silently down across her back, over the curve of her firm behind and down to the plain blue carpet.

She stood there naked and still in the cool air of the bedroom and listened to the sound of the man undressing. She heard the heavy rustle from a jacket or coat and the musical click of a button as it hit the floor. She heard the short steady pull of cotton and sensed the smooth, swift discarding of a t-shirt or vest. The unmistakeable snap of a belt being unbuckled was preceded by the heavy fall of shoes and the silent pause of socks removed.

She could feel him observing her as her ears collected the soft whisper of his zipper as he slowly opened his fly. She swallowed hard as she pictured him stepping out of his trousers and listened, thrilled, her mouth suddenly moist and hungry, at the tight snap of elastic has his underpants came off and he stood there silent and naked before her. �She could feel him step towards her and she heard his breath catch in his throat and the sound of him swallowing hard.

The faint smell of his aftershave and the sweet salty notes of fresh sweat rose up before her and she trembled, shocked by his first touch. He had placed a finger on the centre of her chest and now dragged it slowly around to her shoulder and along the right side of her neck. He gently traced the line of her jaw downwards until he reached her chin where he lifted his finger to rest upon her dry lips.

She knew that this was a reminder for her to keep her promise to be silent and afirmed this with a tiny nod of her head. He pressed his finger firmly against her lips before rolling it down, dragging her bottom lip away from her teeth before releasing it and continued its downward path to her chin and then down the centre of her throat to her breasts. His finger followed the curve of her breast and were joined by others now that cupped and fondled, squeezed and tenderly twisted the hard nubs of her swollen nipples.

She felt a moan escape from the back of her throat and her knees began to tremble as the balls of his finger tips circled the underneath of her tits, turned and slipped gently down her belly to her hips. His left hand now reached around and held her right arse cheek tightly as his left stroked over her pussy. She felt the middle finger of his right hand extend and twist over at the bottom of her soggy mound and, opening up her quivering lips, ascending with the ball of his finger, she felt the hard edge of his fingernail drag upwards along her crack. He stopped just before her clit and she felt him withdraw his finger. She swayed gently as she stood, her heart pounding loudly in her ears and her closed eyes filled with a purple and orange daze.

She heard him suck his finger loudly and bit her lip as she anticipated his next action. His finger returned to her cunt and slid gently into her gaping hole, his other fingers cupping her mound. He moved it around inside her and she could feel his knuckle sliding slowly in and out of her. He withdrew it again and she heard him take in her scent with a sharp intake of his breath.

His left hand now slid down to the back of her thigh and picked up her right hand and pulled her roughly to the bed. She staggered slightly bumping her knees against the mattress as he climbed on and dragged her after him. He pulled her into the center and she sat with her arse just below her pillows and she let him open her legs and spread her thighs wide, pushing her feet back towards her so that her knees rose and the balls of her feet rested on the smooth sheets.

He let go of her and shifted his weight, she could feel him step backwards off the bed and now he stood there, silent, staring. She felt his weight on the bed again and cryed out as he placed his hot mouth over her big toe on her right foot. He suckled it, sliding his rough tongue between her toes and then licking, in short doggy licks, the top of her foot. Her eyes were screwed tight, her lower lip again between her teeth, as he moved slowly up her leg. She felt her pussy hole open and her hot sticky pre-cum flood out from between her lips and pour down onto the sheets.

He was at her thighs now as she felt herself cumming. She surpressed a moan as inside, the walls of her vagina jerked and she felt her cervix buck and spasm. He now bit into the flesh of her thigh and dragged the hard edge of his teeth upwards to her cunt, pausing for a moment before falling on her open hole and gorging himself on her lips and juices. Now his hard rough tongue was inside her licking her clean, lapping up every drop of her cum.

He licked her lips apart, flattening her dark pubes with this tongue and now worried the hood of her clit with its tip. She cried out again as he sucked up her clit through his hot lips and rolled it tenderly between his teeth. He bit it hard and then let it go.
�He now reached out and pulled her forward by her arms so that she fell to her hands and knees in front of him. He moved on the bed and Beth felt the sticky end of his cock push against her lips. She opened her lips and reaching out with her right hand grabbed his hot dick pulling him hard and sliding him deep into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the end of his knob and heard him moan.

Edging forward and bringing her legs around she sat back and brought up her other hand to cup his furry balls tightly. She pulled his foreskin back and licked the length of his shaft, running her teeth along its wide circumference. He was huge. She slid him back into her mouth and holding his balls tightly, jerked and sucked him until he cried out. She felt his balls quiver as he started to cum but squeezed him hard, twisting them until he subsided. Now she stroked him with her fingers and licked the juice from his knob, sliding the tip of her tongue into its hole. She sat back and turned around leaning forwards, she buried her face into the pillow and offered up her arse. She felt him take her cheeks in his hands, squeezing tightly, digging his nails into her flesh and felt his hot breath seconds before he licked the entire length of her cunt with his tounge and circle her anus with its tip.

He shuffled up to her and she felt his prick glide up and into her mound. He held in just inside her for a moment and then rammed it hard in. She gasped for air as he began to bang her and she could feel the soft slap of his balls against her thighs as his cock thrust deep into her cunt.

He was grunting now as he slid his left hand around to her left breast and took her nipple firmly between his finger and thumb, rolling it roughly whilst his other hand moved over her arse and ran along her crack. She felt the nail of his little finger tease her ring and slide up inside her arse. She came again, her pussy flooding with cum and she gripped his cock hard with her cunt walls, squeezing him as her insides melted away. She heard him gasp and felt his cock buck inside her as he came, pumping shot after shot of sticky cum deep into her cunt. She could picture it splashing against her red vaginal walls and dripping from it's roof.

He continued to fuck her until he was empty until slowly he stopped. He leant over her, breathing heavily, resting the side of his head against her back, his cock still stuffed hard up inside her. �They remained in silenced this way for a long time and then he rolled his head to kiss her back and eased himself slowly out. He bent now to kiss the sore lips of her swollen red kitten and then climbed from the bed. Beth lay there, breathing deeply, and squeezed her pussy tighly as she rolled to keep his sweet spunk safe within her.

After a while he was gone and now she smiled and rolled to face the ceiling, stretching out her arms and legs like a new awoken cat.
'He'll be back' she said aloud.

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