Her Very Own Voyeur

I thought I would be fine living on my own in this
little town, miles from the nearest city. It was a small
town where everyone knew everyone, and I soon found
myself very popular as neighbors and neighbors of
neighbors came by to introduce themselves. Every woman
wanted to know who I was, and every guy came by to try
his luck. One guy didn’t.

He was friendly, but not overly friendly, not creepy or
sleazy like many of the guys who tried their looks and
lines on me. I heard some old classics and one or two
good ones, but I really wasn’t looking for anyone new.
I’d barely got out of a relationship, which was the main
reason I had literally run for the hills.

The friendly guy was Greg. He was a quiet man who lived
with his twelve year old daughter in the house next door
to mine on the edge of town. His wife had left him years
ago for a builder from a few towns over. Oh, the glamour
of a builder! But I knew that once you get past the
biceps there’s just nothing left to keep you interested.
My Ex had been builder.

We just had nothing to talk about. Greg was a writer, I
found out at the local store. People said he had been so
damaged by his wife leaving him he never seemed to date,
although he did go out of town quite a lot ‘ Something
to do with his writing.

We got talking over our fence, just passing the time of
day. Greg was an interesting guy. He was quick witted,
mildly charming and a little awkward around women. He’d
been out of circulation for a long time. Six years! How
the hell had he coped without sex for six Goddamn
years?! I can’t cope with more than a month!

Anyhow, I had been in this idyllic town for a little
while, maybe a month. The sky was mostly blue, the
mountains were high and the lake in the valley glistened
with the ever present sun. Even winter was sunny, they
told me, just damn cold. My house was further up the
hill than Greg’s, boasting a porch which I loved sitting
out on and reading a book in the evenings.

I was living off my savings, taking some time to get
myself back together. My ex and I had been saving for
fixer-upper house which we could buy and he could fix
up. I’m kind of useless at anything beyond painting
wood. But here I had nothing to do, nothing to fix. I
could just try to get back to being me. You always lose
something of yourself when you are in a relationship, I
think. So I was getting back to being me.

From my porch I saw Greg’s pretty 13-year-old daughter,
Madison many a time. She was a pretty young thing,
small, dark, with a loose bob, but always dressed in
denim shorts and T-shirt she was starting to outgrow, if
you know what I mean. I thought fondly of myself at her
age. It was a time when I was still into riding my bike,
climbing trees and reading comics.

It was also a time when my body was developing, growing,
and I was noticing feelings and sensations I never had
before. Looking at her at play filled me with those
memories. She would look up and catch me looking at her
and she would smile warmly and go back to playing,
usually with her dachshund puppy.

Once or twice she came up and we chatted, like an aunt
would to her niece, relishing her innocence, her quirky
questions ‘ curious, but innocent. We would talk and
laugh until the sun was golden, on its way down, its
last light catching the gap between her teeth as she
smiled beautifully.

Then Greg would call her in for the night and she would
say her hurried goodbyes and scurry off down to her own
house. I would watch the sun being eclipsed by the
mountain across the valley and soon lose all its power ‘
Time to go inside. I would invariably fill a bubble bath
and relax by candlelight, a glass of wine and my ever
present book still on the go.

It was one such night I looked out the window over the
darkness of the streetlights below, like strings of
fireflies dancing through the lower valley, an ever
present glow from the strip that passed for Main Street
in town. Sipping my third glass of an oaky Chardonnay I
noticed something through the magnifying glass. It was
Madison. She too was taking a bath, but hers was by the
stark amber of a tungsten bulb. I smiled as I watched
her wash ‘ Simple pleasure. Then she stood up, her naked
little butt to me, and reached for a towel.

I watched her get out of the bath and was somehow
mesmerized when she turned and I saw her perky little
body, small but perfectly formed. She had a full figure
alright, fully rounded pouting little puppy dog tits, a
flat tight washboard tummy and a triangle of darkness
joining her athletic legs. She was perfect!

I smiled, feeling not the slightest guilt at seeing how
this lovely girl was developing. She wrapped the towel
around herself and left the room, switching off the
light for the commercial break, I thought, thinking
simultaneously that I’ve watched far too much
television.

I figured that was my cue too. So I got up out of my
long soak, before I started to prune. I wrapped my own
towel around myself and walked into my bedroom. I have a
low lamp that I noticed the first day had an old candle
bulb struggling a pool of dim light into the room. But I
liked it. It was a small pool of warmth in a dark wooden
room, no carpet on the polished floor boards underfoot.
I had left it on before I took my bath and it comforted
me as I slowly dried my naked body in its dim glow.

After my hair, I had started on my arms. I always look
out over the valley if it’s still dusk, or back at
myself if it’s dark outside ‘ my naked reflection
compartmentalized into several window panes of black and
gold. This time I noticed another golden rectangle just
down the hill. It was Madison again, this time in her
bedroom. She too was naked and bathed in golden
lamplight. But she wasn’t drying off. She was sitting in
a wickerwork chair and she was looking right at me.

I stopped a second, trying not to let on I’d seen her,
but surreptitiously steeling a look as I daubed my
breasts with the towel. To my surprise, I saw little
Madison with her feet up on the chair, her taut little
legs open like wings. She reminded me of a little golden
frog sitting there like that and I had to hide my smile.
But she looked beautiful. As I moved to my legs I raised
one to the chair so I could smooth sensually down one
leg, showing off ‘ You will be like this one day.

It was then I noticed how she was rubbing herself as she
looked at me. This wasn’t well practiced, I know exactly
what I’m doing and I like it, rubbing. No, this was I
like it but I’m not sure why rubbing. Both hands, all
fingers ‘ Like she was trying to stuff a foot long sub
down her non-existent panties! I hid my amusement as
best I could; turning away as I swapped legs. I couldn’t
help it, though, as I realized I was the subject of this
little voyeur as much as I too was her own inadvertent
voyeur, I smoothed up my inner thigh and toyed through
my curls.

I snuck a glance at my little peeper. Yeah, this was
what she wanted. I could see her stuffing that imaginary
sub more urgently now into her crotch. Poor little chick
had no idea how to really get herself off. I felt sorry
for her, while at the same time being amused and touched
by her innocence and her burgeoning sexuality. And as I
trailed through my womanly curls, unkempt and grown
since my break up with Daryl, I felt the strangest
feeling.

Beautiful little Madison found me the object of her
sexual affection, and deep inside me this excited the
hell out of me. I couldn’t believe it as that definite
stir of excitement happened deep inside me and I felt
that dull ache creeping through my loins as they
moistened with my excitement. Holy Cow! ‘ I was wet!

I continued myself ministrations, sneaking a peek at my
little voyeur as she rubbed herself to silliness. She
thought I saw her and covered up for a few seconds until
she was sure I’d not spied her little sex show. It was
then I noticed the light go on in the bathroom next to
little Maddy’s room, and in walked her Dad wearing only
boxers. I was piqued. I watched, now toying openly with
my lady blossom as I spied the guy divesting himself of
his boxers and running a fresh bath for himself.

He was well proportioned, not bad for early forties, not
too thin, not fat. His shoulders were wide. I liked
that. And the fact I could see his equipment from where
I was, was an encouraging element that gave me an extra
thrill. His thigh muscles were clearly defined. He must
have done a lot of hill walking round about to get them
so well shaped that I could spy them from where I was.

I watched him get in the bath. He didn’t waste time but
got to washing his taut skin straight away. I loved
seeing his broad palms rub soapy over his torso, under
his arms, his legs. He washed his hair, slinking down to
dunk his head. And then he washed his face. It was so
matter of fact, so direct, so masculine. I feeling my
juiced up pussy lips seeping and felt a drip upon my
inner thigh just above my knee. Greg was hot! And I
wanted him!

I was, by now, circling my girl, teasing her out to
play. I looked back at Madison and she was in the throes
of a big cum. Good on ya, girl! You go for it! I flicked
to her Dad and saw the best sight ‘ Greg was feeling up
his soapy length! This sent me over the edge into
mindless lust. I started to strum my beautiful bean,
just little ones at first, like a guitar learner doing a
new chord. But when I looked back at Maddy she was going
for it again. That little nubile was really going for
the record. And flicking my eyes from one window to the
other I watched father and daughter masturbating, each
separate, each secret ‘ but I could see, and it was so
fucking hot!

I had to sit. So I did, perching my feet one each corner
on the window sill as I leant back and displayed my
wares. I’d never been so publicly brazen. Anyone passing
could have seen me, but only little Madison was looking.
I played one hand over my swelling mounds, my nipples
tingling like sherbet fizzles on the tongue. I felt the
arch of my spine, touching that sensitive spot at the
base, above my shapely ass. I followed the curve of one
cheek as it came around and became my slender leg, over
its taut tanned skin to my knee, around it, and then up
the inside of my tingling thigh.

I could barely cope as I touched myself again. Little
shudders coursed through me like mini fits. But the
burning below was so hot. My inferno was sizzling my
effervescent skin outward from my white-hot bean. My
hole gulping for something to fill it. Fingers! Yes, two
fingers, straight in! Delving deep! Thrusting as far as
I could reach and tormenting that other spot, the
flipside of my ballistic bean! Oh, Fuck!

One hand with fingers deep ‘ the other now polishing my
shiny button to a brilliant glistening ecstasy! I
started to rock on that rickety wooden chair, biting my
lip, but for what reason I don’t know. I looked up to
see little Maddy as furious as me, not knowing what the
hell she was doing but doing it all the same! Her little
legs splayed like the pages of her open book, she rubbed
like panic upon her searing sex. Her head flew back as I
watched.

Next door, her Dad was clearly reaching his own squirt
fest, his head titled back on the warm porcelain bathtub
rim. His daughter was rocking! I wondered if she was
letting out audible moans and whines, but I was too
preoccupied to find out. With my own furious finale I
strummed a flamenco on my crying clit and buried my
fingers deep inside me as I felt the rush of cum surge
through me ‘ burning my skin with sweet sensations as I
gasped and screamed my orgasm.

I was still buzzing with fizzling flesh and red hot lava
oozing from my hot wet fissure as I looked at Greg and
saw his painfully exquisite cum face as a jet of pearl
wisdom arced through the air and presumably landed on
his chest. This just set me off on another furious
encore, my fingers a blur upon my sopping sex. Maddy was
with me, bucking and gasping as she too came to a
rapturous elation, her cute little ass lifting off the
chair and trying to insinuate her fingers inside. But
little Madison hadn’t thought that far ahead and just
bucked like a bronco, and then I saw the best thing
ever.

As little Maddy and I blissfully reached that euphoric
transcendent state, both of us thrusting our nether
regions at the warm night glass of our bedroom windows I
saw the unmistakable sight of liquid cum spray upon the
window, and Madison was the little faucet doing the
spraying. It was one long and unbelievably sexy squirt
of girl cum splashing and running down her smeared
window. I couldn’t contain myself and I shuddered liquid
joy inside my womanly womb and gasped a last gasp of air
before I collapsed on the chair like a rag doll.

It was several seconds before I noticed movement in the
house below. Greg had leapt from his bath and run out of
the room. He burst into Madison’s room with concern of
his face and wearing nothing else but soap suds and a
boner. Madison too was slumped, but her Dad’s entry had
made her eyes shoot over her should and I guessed
straight to her Dad’s boner. She must have screamed out
in ecstasy, and dutiful Dad ran to his daughter’s aid,
only to find her recovering from the best cum of her
short little life.

They said a few things to each other, but I was struck
by how neither seemed to cover up for a few seconds, as
though each had secretly wanted to see the other and
have the other see them too. Then they both looked in
unison straight at me. I too waited the appropriate time
before I closed my legs demurely and covered my breasts
coyly. But they were both transfixed, and so was I.