Adventures in April Ch. 06: Voyeur?

Writer's note - this is the sixth in what is intended to be a series of short stories about April - a petite, attractive, mature, married, redhead. Each story will stand in isolation though the length and depth are likely to develop with each new story so it might be best to start at the first story and work your way though.

In this story April's people watching takes an unexpected turn.

All situations are imagined and any resemblance to real places or people is purely coincidental.

Finally, these stories are for publication on the Literotica Site only and just because I have shared them on Literotica does not mean I have given permission for them to be reproduced anywhere else.

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The voyeur

April was in her mid-forties, a slim, petite, very attractive lady, shoulder length hair, dark auburn in colour, meticulously straightened every day.

She had married Christian in her early twenties and all three of their children were now at university.

They lived in a nice house, a very nice house, and April absolutely loved it. It was private, set into one side of a steep, idyllic, countryside valley, providing great views out of all windows. One of the great things about the location and aspect of the house was the privacy provided by the view across the valley, the nearest house on the opposite side was a good six hundred metres away, so far that nobody could see into any of the windows, enabling the curtains to remain open as long as April wanted, secure in the knowledge that her privacy was safe.

The house was also a decent size, had five large bedrooms, nice large dining kitchen, three large reception rooms and two bathrooms. It also had a fully converted loft. April loved this room the best.

The loft conversion stretched across the whole of the roof void, providing a really modern, almost self-contained living space. The original slope of the pitched roof had been cut into at the front, a new flat section added in giving extra height internally, increasing the amount usable floor space; full height seamless glass doors underneath the flat roof extended across whole width of the room, affording clear, uninterrupted, panoramic views across the valley; externally, Juliet balconies stretched across the width glass doors as they had been designed so that they folded back completely, opening the whole of the width of the room to the outside, letting in the air, the freshness, in the summer giving a whole new dimension to the room, the Juliet balconies there for safety.

The room itself had three main elements; to one side was a large living space; to the other a bedroom; and behind the bedroom a raised mezzanine that housed a bathroom/dressing area.

The whole space was open plan, modern, white walls, black leather furniture, modern art, minimalist, totally contemporary, New York loft style.

The living area had a view through the seamless glass doors over the valley. Under foot was a stripped and stained timber floor. Furniture comprised a corner leather sofa, black; individual Corbusier style chez-lounge, also black leather; inset living flame gas fire; wall mounted, large flat screen TV; state of the art home cinema system; remote control, mood lighting.

The bedroom area was continuation of the stripped and stained timber floor; the same view across the valley through the seamless glass doors. The bed was super size and custom made, bigger than king size; coordinated satin sheets, scatter cushions, pillows. Facing one side of the bed was a full length, room height mirrored door his & hers robes; a large flat screen TV mounted above where the large glass doors, where their top met the slope of the original roof, the angle of slope perfect for watching TV whilst lying on the extra large bed. A continuation of the remote control mood lighting enabling any ambience to be set.

Behind the bed the floor level rose up by three steps to an open plan, mezzanine, en-suite bathroom, the low stub wall that divided the bedroom area from the en-suite serving as the back of the large bed, providing a place where the black leather, buttoned head board of the bed could be fitted. The low height of the wall not interrupting the open plan design of the whole room, making sure every part of the space was clearly visible wherever you stood in its large expanse.

To reach the en-suite you could climb either of the sets of the three steps that sat either side of the head of the bed. Once on the raised area you had a clear view of the six person jacuzzi, whirl pool bath, this being sunken into the floor so you stepped down into it. On each side of the jacuzzi, towards the rear of the room glass block walls hid the WC and bidet, and the his and hers wash basins.

The bathroom area was large enough so that you could walk all around the tub, the harshness of the tiles broken by the black and maroon leather scatter cushions. At the front, just on the edge of the jacuzzi and sitting on the floor above the head of the bed was a designer, spiral, brushed steel radiator and towel rail, contemporary in design, fixed to the floor and stretching the full width of the stub wall. The bathroom area was completed by mood lighting and water proof controls for the sound system that ran throughout the whole house, the system enabling over five thousand tracks stored on the central disc to be played anywhere throughout the house, each room able to have a different track.

April loved this place, spent a lot, if not most of her time, there while Christian was at work. And that was the problem, Christian's job! Sure, it paid well, really well, meaning April didn't have to work, paying for the Mercedes SLK she drove, paying for her clothes, her lunches, their life style. But to earn this money Christian certainly worked, worked a lot, travelled a lot, often away for weeks, sometimes months at a time. April got bored.

Christian was a fantastic man, April loved him with all her heart, but he had is funny ways. One of his hobbies was amateur astronomy, and as with everything else he had to have the best and as a result at the front of the loft space, looking out across the valley was a large, remote control, motorised, state of the art electronic telescope, very powerful. In addition, not one to be satisfied with just the normal state of the art, Christian had engaged the services of an electronic whiz kid, a real geek, to build a system where the image on the lens of the telescope was projected onto one of the white walls of the room, enabling him to sit in the bed while her star gazed.

What Christian didn't know was that April had found an alternative use for the telescope, had found that she could use it for people watching. April loved people watching. Every day as she dressed in the room April would switch on the telescope and watch life as it went on in the houses far across valley, observing their lives, seeing them go about their daily routines, the power of the telescope meant she could see every detail. She watched them every day as she sat on the bed dressing, slipping on her suspender belt, stretching her stockings over her legs, fastening the straps, the clip of her bra, finally pulling on her knickers before covering them with the days selection from her extensive, designer wardrobe.

Recently April had begun to watch closely a house directly opposite, empty and derelict for a long time but now sold and undergoing total renovation. Daily as she dressed she watched the image projected onto the wall as the builders came and went. As the days went by April was drawn to one particular man, young, dark haired, nice body. She could see he was well built and as she watched him for a few days as she dressed, watched as he came and went, undertaking work around the outside of the house, April managed to look at him very closely, to see his features as they were projected onto the wall. He was a hunk. Gorgeous, tanned, muscular, very much reminding her of Jesse Metcalf, actor who played the gardener in the series Desperate Housewives, now in real life the boyfriend in Nadine Coyle of Girls Aloud. April had always found Jesse extremely attractive.

April got into a routine, watching "Jesse" every day as she dressed, the telescope focussed on him so she could see his image on the wall of the room as she slipped on her lingerie, her stockings, as the days went by becoming more attracted to him, more aroused by him, she could feel the desire building inside her, a desire amplified each day Christian was not there.

One morning, after nearly a week of watching "Jesse" as she dressed April found herself in need of release. This was not a new feeling for her, the nature of Christian's job, of her life, meaning the feeling was all too familiar, one she knew exactly how to relieve, so as she dressed that day, as she was putting on her lingerie she took one of her buzzing, rubber friends from the drawer.

April sat on the end of the bed, the telescope projecting the image of "Jesse" onto the wall as he went about his work in the early morning sun of the summer's day. April watched "Jesse" as she brought the tip of her friend to her lips, watched him as she went about her release, sat on the edge of the bed, watched him as she imagined her friend to be him, imagined him to be inside her, her release that bit more satisfying as a result. For a few days, April continued this new routine, enjoying the experience of as she delivered her release.

When Christian called late one night from LA to say he would be a few more days April was livid, he had already been away for nearly a month. She went up to her favourite room and crashed onto the bed, crying herself to sleep. When she awoke she could see the telescope, still trained on the building going on opposite, projecting the name T & M Billings & Co, Builders from the van across the valley onto the wall, underneath the number xxxx xxx xxxx. April looked at the number, stared at it for a while until, finally, she picked up the phone, made a call, made an appointment for an estimate for some work, the time 10am the following day.

April took a bath in the jacuzzi early that morning and had only just finished putting on her lingerie when the door-bell rang.

She looked at the clock, Jesus he was half an hour early. No time to empty the water now, and she grabbed her long satin robe and threw it over her as she went down to the door.

As she opened the door April was pleased to see her "Jesse," even more pleased that he was better in the flesh than the projection on her wall; tall, dark, handsome, an absolute double of Jesse Metcalfe, tanned, muscular.

He spoke, "Hi I'm Toby, I've been sent over to look at your job, give you an estimate."

April invited him in, took him up to the loft space, the pretext being some work to the Juliet balconies. As they entered the room Toby walked straight over to the large glass doors, stopping by the side of the telescope. Shit April thought, in her rush she had left it on, the image of the house across the valley projecting clearly onto the wall.

Toby turned to her as he spoke.

"You have a good view from here don't you? Even better when you use this telescope."

Toby continued, "It seems we are both a bit voyeuristic, each into watching, but my gear is not as good as yours." He then pulled a pair of sports binoculars from the pocket of his jeans.

April stared at him, what did he know? He couldn't know anything because all the time she was watching him, pleasuring herself over his image, she could see him, see him going about his tasks, outside, clearly working, not looking at her.

April watched as Toby moved the telescoped, changed the image on the wall, changed it so that it was on a man going about his work, but the image was blurred. As Toby moved to focus in the image, April stood, shocked as the man became clear, his dark hair, his features, the double of Jesse Metcalfe.

As April looked on in stunned silence Toby spoke.

"That is my twin brother Mark, he does the outside work, I do the inside. He's the one you have been watching as you dressed, the one that has helped you relieve your tensions as I worked inside, my work disrupted because I was watching you through these,"

holding up his binoculars before continuing,

"and what a view I have had, hardly getting any work done, watching you dress, put on your lingerie, even better the morning you got your vibe out. God I even had to do myself there and then as I watched!"

April was lost for words, her mind in a total spin, reeling, unable to understand what was happening. After what seemed like ages, but was probably only seconds, she was eventually able to gather her senses, realise what had been going on.

Shit! She had been watching his twin brother while he had been watching her, watching her dress, watching her, oh shit!

As she looked at Toby, at his youthful physique, his gorgeous face, even better close up, could be Jesse Metcalfe's twin never mind the twin he really had over the valley, April collected her thoughts, her confidence returning.

She knew why she had arranged for the estimate, so many weeks alone building her frustrations, those frustrations never fully satisfied by her buzzing friend, in need of a real male and what a male Toby was.

April decided to play a bit of a game, to tease him, he clearly knowing what she had called him there for but she not being so open as to offer herself immediately, without some show of resistance.

April spoke. "I see, well, you seem to know all about me, to have watched me watching you, well watching your twin brother, but, the big question is, do you know why I rang and asked for a quote, why I got you to come here?"

Toby's reaction was as swift as it was final, April not able to keep up her game at all as he stepped forward and putting his hands out he pushed April backwards, pushed her back towards the large bed.

As the edge of the mattress hit the back of her knees April couldn't stop herself falling flat on her back on the bed, Toby immediately climbing on, kneeling on top of her, one leg either side of her thighs, the weight of his body holding her down, pressing her to the bed, firmly, but not too much so.

Toby took hold of April's arms, pulled them up passed her head, stretched them out straight, crossing them over at her wrists, managing with one hand to grip both her wrists, effectively pinning her down.

April could have felt threatened by this but she didn't, instead she felt aroused, turned on by the sheer display of control, masculinity, the burst of testosterone she had generated in him.

With his free hand Toby pulled at the front of April's gown, the loose belt giving in easily to him as he pulled it apart exposing her light tan satin and lace bra; matching girl boxer style knickers, lace at the front, plain tan on the ass; matching suspender belt and flesh coloured, lace top stockings.

April chose not to resist, not to struggle, it was after all what she had brought Toby there for, so instead she lay still, absorbing totally his control, his dominance, her eyes wide open, looking straight at Toby's face.

She watched him as he knelt over her, watched his large, dark brown eyes, watched him as he gazed over her now semi naked body, over her bra as it held her ample breasts, her stomach, her navel, her matching knickers, the lace of her stockings, the strap of her matching suspender belt as it traced over the tops of her thighs as they stuck out from between his legs as he knelt over her.

Toby spoke. "Oh, Jesus, look at you, you are one hot, sexy lady aren't you? One hundred percent every man's dream. The fantasy of every young, red blooded male. My binoculars didn't do you justice."

Toby lowered his head, bringing his lips towards April's, but she wasn't going to give him that yet, not kissing, still wanting to keep some control, so she turned her head sideways, but Toby didn't stop, instead kissing her cheek, then her neck, across her shoulders, down to her breasts, biting her exposed flesh on the top of her bra, sliding his tongue underneath the material, making her nipples grow.

April tried to move her arms, her legs, if only to give him some semblance of resistance, but she didn't try too hard and besides Toby was too strong, he had her in a firm grip, one arm still pinning her wrists above her head, pinning them to the satin sheets of bed, his legs still trapping her thighs.

Toby's free hand was now around April's body, sliding against the material of her silk gown as it lay open, gripping tightly on April's exposed flesh at her waist, pulling her body a little off the bed towards his head as he kissed and licked her.

Toby moved his mouth off April's breasts, down her stomach, licking around her navel, moving his body down April's legs as he moved his mouth further, over her lower stomach, down until he reached the top of her lace and silk knickers. At the same time bringing his free hand over the front of April's body, grabbing one of her breasts, squeezing it.

Toby was now struggling to maintain his hold on April and at the same time make the progress he wanted down her body. The arm holding April's wrists was at full stretch, the other squeezing her breast, his head on the top of her knickers, his legs now at April's knees.

April knew he was struggling, knew he couldn't hold her like that and still manage to progress any further. But she wanted him to progress further, wanted to feel his lips all over her body, on her stockings, on the tops of her thighs, on her knickers - underneath her knickers, on her shave, on her bare lips.

Toby moved his hand off April's breasts but still held her wrists, his knees still pressing on her legs as he continued to try to keep lips on her body, but also at the same time now trying to undo the belt on his jeans, not succeeding, struggling to do all this and keep April in his grip.

April spoke. "Look Toby, you know that I've been watching you, well your twin brother actually, but I thought it was you. You've also you've been watching me. Rich, lonely housewife. Husband away. Obvious high sex drive. You must know by now why I got you to come here, it's pretty obvious after all.,"

April continued,

"The point is, I like the way you took control, so masculine, so primal, so hot, but it's obvious you will not be able to progress any further without releasing me."

April watched Toby's face as the reality of her words sunk in, as they did so she continued, "believe me Toby, I do want to take this further. I need you, need to feel the touch of your fit young body against mine, to feel my body wrapped around yours. I want you. I need you. I won't run away if you let go of me. Why on earth would I?"

After April had finished Toby stopped kissing her, lifted his head, his eyes turning towards hers, looking straight into them, looking for the reassurance that she wasn't lying, that she did actually want him, really want him.

April looked at him, even one so young as him surely experienced enough to see the glaze that had developed over her eyes, surely able to see her need, to see her passion, her wanton desire.

Toby released his grip from April's wrists, moved his legs and stood up off the bed.

Now free to move April sat up and watched as Toby undid the buttons on his shirt, took it off and threw on the floor, then moving swiftly to the belt and buttons on his jeans, all his clothes going the same way, until eventually she was gazing on his naked body, so toned, muscular, tanned. So fit, so young, so gorgeous.

His manhood so stiff, so thick, standing proudly between the top of his firm, muscular legs. God, she needed him, wanted him, would have him very soon, deep inside her.

April took her arms out of her robe, and sat, in just her lingerie, her head against the back of the bed as she watched Toby, totally naked, climb on the bottom of the bed, watched, as now on his knees, he shuffled his toned, tanned muscular body over the top of the satin sheets towards her, stopping when he reached the tips of her toes, taking one foot in his hands, lifting it of the bed and bringing his head forward so April's stocking clad toes were near his mouth.