Voyeur Ch. 01

It was a typical week day that the following course of unexpected events took place. At twenty years old I'd recently moved into a flat with an attractive older women of about thirty years; someone whom I'd slowly begun to get to know and liked, but whom still seemed straight and innocent, yet also mysterious. Either that or she was playing coy which was as I was soon to discover was far more accurate. Nevertheless my ponderings occupied my mind as I shifted into second.

As usual I'd found myself driving to another dull day at work, stuck in heavy traffic, flicking in and out of radio stations at random, endeavouring to distract myself from myself and watching my fellow rat race travellers seemingly doing the same was familiar.

Unexpectedly my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mike, its Tim, I just called to let you know work is off today."

"Oh hows that?" I asked somewhat surprised.

"Harry is away till tomorrow and gave every one the day off. Something about the contract needing some remedial work."

"Well that's fantastic," I replied cheerfully. "I just wish someone had told me sooner. I've been sitting in traffic forever and I'm only twenty minutes away. I really could have used the sleep too!"

Tim laughed then said, "Ah well Mike, see you tomorrow and don't forget the tickets."

"Yeah ok, I'll see you tomorrow, thanks man, later."

"Later."

Having hung up I took the nearest U-turn and started to head back home wondering what I might do with the rest of my day, and not coming up with anything particularly exciting, resigned myself to a lazy day beside the pool. With the sun beating down relentlessly it would be a perfect day for a dip; if I was lucky some sleep to make up for the restless night before would also be welcome.

Perhaps five minutes from arriving home, my up to then reliable Toyota began to gargle and sputter, like it was running out of gas, except that I knew it was not, having filled up the day before. Inevitably the old girl gave out a final desperate gasp and the engine died completely.

"Oh for fucks sake!" I said to myself angrily, slamming my hands down against the steering wheel. "Ah well at least I made it this far," I thought reassuring myself in an attempt to remain calm. "I'll just have to call a tow truck. I'll wait till I get home and call from there," I thought without even contemplating trying to fix the car on account of the unbearable heat.

Once car was locked up I began walking the fortunately short distance home and was starting to look forward to my day off. About ten minutes later I started up the long winding drive way which was shrouded in the foliage of tree's that shielded me from the intense sunlight. Regardless, by the time I reached the front door I had worked up quite a sweat; the look of the pool was very enticing.

Having proceeded inside and then having made a quick cup of coffee I walked upstairs to my room, undressed, and began searching for a towel. The search was fruitless so I looked in the bathroom adjacent to my room and despite finding a towel, found it was somewhat used and wet.

'Fuck!' I said to myself impatiently.

After a few more moments of further futile searching of the linen cupboard I thought I'd go into my new flatmates bedroom and look in the a-joining bathroom. I felt she knew me well enough and wouldn't mind if I grabbed a towel. As expected I retrieved a clean towel from her bathroom and was just about to exit her bedroom when her open closet caught and commanded my attention. A radio perched on top of a large dresser next to a plasma television and DVD player distracted me momentarily as it blared out a drone of some rock song or other. I was about to turn it off, or down, but I was further summonsed and distracted by the open closet which seemed to draw me in.

The doors were slightly ajar and from where I was standing I couldn't help but notice some sort of leather clothing along with what appeared to be lingerie. For a moment I paused and gazed motionless, curiosity getting the better of me - and before I knew what I was doing I walked slowly around the queen sized bed located in the centre of the room, and began to tentatively pull the doors still further apart. Crouching down and dropping the towel casually I took a leather garment in my hand and at once I noticed that it was a pair of crotch-less panties. Looking further I saw various garments and other unmistakable paraphernalia of sex. I couldn't believe my eyes! My flat mate had seemed so ordinary to me up to that moment. She was very attractive and sophisticated, yet for some reason or other I had formed an opinion of her that she was a good Catholic girl.

Snapping out of it and returning to myself and realising that I was prying and being nosey - feeling like I was breaching her trust in me - I pulled the doors back to where they were before and was about to leave when I became aware that my heart beat had quickened and a stirring below had been initiated, as-well as an overwhelming sense of erotic sensuousness which had begun to permeate by entire body.

Knowing it was wrong, yet piercingly stimulating, and having momentarily re-treated, I couldn't help but pry further, and without further consideration impulsively began again pulling back the doors to this lair of forbidden excitement, trepidation, and mischievousness. For I also knew that my flatmate was at work and wouldn't be back for at least four hours; it wouldn't hurt if I had a peek, and besides I rationalised, a week prior I'd had the sense that she had been through my room.

With the doors wide open I stepped inside which was a very large closet filled with racks of clothes; skirts, pants, panties, dresses in leather and latex, along with multiple boxes of various sizes including a plethora of shoes stacked carefully on shelves. Several costumes such as a maids outfit, or nurses uniform, and nuns habit appeared interspersed within the other garments hanging from a central rail.

I was immediately totally immersed and captivated within this Aladdin's cave and quickly became oblivious to my breach of her trust in me as I continued examining her private accoutrements. In one corner of the closet boxes of books sat partially unpacked along with rows of video's and DVD's carefully arranged, the titles of which were all explicit. On one of the top shelves sat yet more explicit video titles and an old video recorder along with several more box's. Most of all I was taken aback by the sheer volume of material, but also found myself perplexed at the sheer explicitness of the various porn titles many of which I forthwith wished to view.

Then I began to examine the lingerie, the crotch-less panties, the G-strings, riding boots, and surprisingly a riding crop which made me chuckle to myself in disbelief. It seemed I had happened upon a Pandora's box and it was thrilling and compelling to discover that my flat mate was not quite as straight as I'd imagined up to that point.

Already my cock was throbbing, as I imagined her dressed up in these outfits of latex, or leather, brandishing the riding crop perhaps, like a dominatrix, commanding me to satisfy her every desire, and me doing so willingly.

"Perhaps I should watch one of the videos", I pondered while stroking my cock in earnest accompanied by these lascivious images. It was exhilarating yet felt so taboo, and occasionally these feelings of arousal were accompanied with guilt, in that I was now slowly and almost unconsciously masturbating in my flat mates closet while rummaging through her belongings. It felt wrong, yet at the same time felt so good I simply couldn't stop myself.

In the very next instant my heart almost stopped. "What was that?" I wondered stunned and motionless. I was sure I just had just heard something downstairs and froze like a rock. I listened intently but couldn't hear hardly anything because the radio was so loud, and then I wasn't sure if I had heard anything at all; it could have been one of the neighbourhood cats, or "Maybe I'd imagined it?", Or "Maybe I should just get the hell out of here right now?" I thought anxiously.

For a few moments I just sat there naked, hypnotised by the scene of where I found myself, unable or unwilling to remove myself from what had now become a very lewd, highly unusual, and out of character episode of lust and fantasy for myself. I'd paused for a few minutes at least; just sat there dazed. And when I was sure no one was there returned to the thoughts which had stimulated me prior as I continued with the exploration.

Gradually I began to again stroke my swollen member whose dimensions had not dwindled in the least, and which now created spasms of pleasure as I quelled its own desire thus while examining the covers of some of the DVD's. With several more minutes of wreck-less abandon while flicking through the outfits and a variety of magazines I could feel myself beginning to ride the crest of a wave which threatened to break at any moment. But I had to hold back. For it was one thing for me to be doing what I was, but it seemed something else entirely to actually ejaculate; it just felt even less appropriate than just masturbating under the circumstances, even if I had the towel handy. Besides, I desired to prolong my fantasy as long as possible.

So time and time again, as I felt the waves of pleasure begin to culminate I'd back off and build myself back up, perhaps to finally release later in my own room.

Having been completely absorbed in the proceedings it was with a feeling of absolute horror when I distinctly heard footsteps coming up the stairs which creaked. It seemed at that moment time had stopped and a panic over came me as I covered myself clumsily as best I could with the towel. Without having a moment to think I found myself pulling the closet doors almost shut and withdrawing further into the darkness of the closet itself.

"Jesus Christ!" I thought immediately, feeling completely over come with angst and stunned mindlessly; feeling like a complete fool, and worse, like someone who had invaded someone else's privacy and whom was about to be caught. But there was no way out of this one. I knew that whose ever footsteps they were, there would have been no way for me to have successfully left the closet as I found it without being discovered snooping. And yet at virtually the same time, I thought that I should have just quickly gathered my thoughts, left her room with the towel covering my erect member and somehow bluffed my way out. But it was too late for that now, and my mind was a haze of overwhelming alarm.

All I could do was hope that if it was my flatmate, that she would come and get something, leave, and give me the opportunity to escape back to my own room where by then, I could simply go downstairs and announce my presence. Obviously because of my car having broken down and her not seeing it in the drive way meant that she had no idea I was at home. I guessed I'd not heard the arrival of her own car because of the radio.

These thoughts which raced through my head happened in seconds but seemed like an eternity. For as half expected my flatmate Leanne entered the room and if I was panicked before, now I was completely shocked and at a loss as to what to do but watch her through the louvers in the doors, from the confines of the closet which was now for the most part dark. Even the hint of the idea that she might come straight to the closet and discover me made me nauseous. I was repulsed by my actions, but all I could do was sit immobile and spellbound.

Leanne proceeded to walk around the bed, and momentarily, much to my horror, paused in front the closet as though she was about to open the doors and discover me. Since the doors were partially open I wondered if she had seen me and the game was up. But somehow she seemed to become distracted and turned away from me, and seated herself before a large mirror attached to a dressing table on which sat a multitude of cosmetics. She was sat only a matter of a few feet away with her back facing me, though I had a perfect view of her exquisitely sculptured face by looking at her reflection in a large oval mirror before her.

She'd begun to brush her long brown auburn hair, before applying some Ferrari red lip stick upon her luscious lips, and then a couple of sprays of some expensive looking perfume over her upper torso which smelled of sandalwood and roses; for as it wafted toward me I could smell it almost immediately.

Rising from the chair she first reached up to switch the radio off and then she approached a set of large drawers, adjacent to the dresser, opened one of them and withdrew a bottle of red wine, a cork screw and two glasses.

Being petrified that at any moment she would open the closet and discover me I began to slowly withdraw deeper into what now seemed to be a cell which held me. I was hoping to cover myself with clothing in a vein attempt to conceal myself if the worst came to the worst, but it was hopeless; if I was not extremely careful I would make a noise and be found out so I just sat there feeling completely bewildered, planning for, and mentally scripting, that if I was discovered I would just confess to what I had been doing.

Leanne, in her early thirties, looked as stunning as usual, with slightly longer than shoulder length hair and olive skin. Not slim, but well proportioned with superb breasts; a truly stunning example of the female form. And from where I was located I had a view of her appetising buttocks as-well which made my cock even harder despite my desire to nullify its potency.

Having opened the wine and deposited the bottle on the dresser, she sat down again before the mirror. Her big brown eyes beamed into it back at herself, studying, admiring, seemingly pleased with what they saw. Her full rounded breasts beneath a white cotton blouse which was unbuttoned in such way as to reveal cleavage, were enticing and provocative; yet at the same time not too revealing. But they were magnificent and tantalising; she even briefly cupped them in her hands and seemed to adjust their position beneath her blouse which just heightened my desire.

"Lisa are you coming up?" Leanne called out unexpectedly which provoked further alarm in myself.

"Yeah, I'm just making a quick call," came the reply from a sultry female voice downstairs.

I was surprised, and staggered to learn one of Leanne's friends whom I'd never met was also in the house, and worse would apparently soon be joining us all in her bedroom. If the thought of my flatmate finding me in such a compromising position was sickening, the thought of the two of them discovering me was absolutely horrendous.

"So you up for a swim Lisa?" Leanne asked as her friend walked into the room.

"Yeah I think I will," Lisa replied while walking around the bed giving me a perfect view of her exquisite body as she did so, before she set a brown leather hand-bag down next to the bed then seated herself on it beside Leanne who'd begun pouring the wine into the other glass.

"I just opened a bottle of red," Leanne said turning to face her and handing Lisa the now filled vessel before Leanne got up and sat herself next to Lisa on the bed.

"Oh nice, just what I need, thanks," Lisa replied cheerfully as she accepted the glass before sipping the wine eagerly with already moist succulent lips, painted a soft pussy pink.

If Leanne was attractive, her friend Lisa was like a Greek goddess. A blonde, perhaps twenty five, possibly younger; slim, tall, slender, with voluptuous breasts clearly accentuated by a red tang top which appeared tighter than was perhaps comfortable, and which accentuated her nipples which protruded provocatively indicating she was not wearing a bra.

Along with the gorgeous body, Lisa's face was perfectly sculptured, symmetrical, with an exquisite nose, delicious lips, and to top it off, aquamarine blue eyes which seemed deeply penetrating and piercing, yet paradoxically and enigmatically, inviting, soft and gentle.

Having said that, what evoked an even greater throbbing below was the site of Lisa's long slender legs which disappeared up a short, tight, black leather mini skirt. I wondered how her pussy would be atop those gorgeous thighs so I repositioned myself strategically, if but very carefully; for she was facing me only a few feet away with her tanned legs uncrossed, and if I was lucky I would steal a glimpse of her succulent mound.

The two of them then began to talk about some kind of assignment. I soon gathered by their conversation that it was assigned by Leanne to Lisa at some sort of writing workshop at which Leanne taught; so I presumed that Lisa was one of Leanne's students. They seemed to know each other quite well, for as soon as the wine flowed, they began to joke and laugh heartily with one another.

"So hows your new flat mate Mike?" Lisa asked before grinning.

"Ah he seems really nice. He's a little quiet at times but definitely hot," Leanne replied before laughing.

"So you think you'll...you know?" Lisa asked before smiling and gulping down some more wine.

"Ah I don't know. He's kind of straight I think. Innocent. Maybe. I'm just not sure, he's not quite my type. He seems a little quiet. But who knows, I don't really know him that well yet. For now I'll give him the benefit of the doubt I guess."

"So what is your type?" Lisa asked while glossing over a small folder she had retrieved from her bag.

"Well, I'm not even sure of that myself. And besides, since I broke up with Mark I've kind of gone off men, they're just too much trouble, but then again," Leanne continued before pausing to consider further and then went on, "I love them, I can't get enough of them."

"Yeah I know what you mean, my last boyfriend was such a bastard, but he...yeah, I just got sick of his bullshit. He was definitely good in bed though, and besides you need someone to clean the car."

The two of them erupted in laughter and I found their chit chat amusing despite my circumstances which continued to weigh upon me menacingly despite my stimulation.

"Have you ever been with another women fully?" Leanne asked directly and casually, before topping up both of they're glasses and then continuing with, "You know, like, not just kissing and indulging men, but actually really enjoying it?"

"Well. Actually. Yeah, just once, it's the basis for the story I am going to be reading," Lisa replied while averting her eyes slightly in the direction of her papers.

"Did you like it?"

"Well it was. I guess, yeah...I mean I prefer men, but its so different with a women," replied Lisa appearing reasonably relaxed with the subject material.

Leanne giggled and smiled then asked, "What do you mean you guess?"

Lisa then started to laugh some more, appearing slightly embarrassed when pressed for details, for her cheeks flushed faintly red and Leanne looked momentarily awkward as she shifted her position on the bed.

"No its ok," Lisa said reassuringly, if but with a tone of seriousness and pensive apprehension. "I guess that's what I should do, as you said before, I need to learn to tell the story properly before I can write it, in the theme of the oral tradition of course."

Again the two of them burst out laughing at the innuendo and I too almost laughed while momentarily having forgotten where exactly I was.

"Yeah," Leanne went on once she had composed herself. "If you can tell it fluidly as you picture it, and without any sense of self consciousness or doubt, or guilt even, then you have a much better chance of making a story which is compelling."

"Yeah I have been working on it," Lisa said semi confidently. "I just feel so comfortable with you, I feel like I have to hold nothing back, especially with all the stories I have read of yours, and they hold nothing back."