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First Time Voyeur Masturbation

Posted by: Age: 24 at the time Posted on: 3 comments
4 likes 4722 views Category: Masturbation Male-Female Tags: voyeur, peeping tom, vibrator, , phone sex
I was inspired by VeeVendetta's story (http://www.solotouch.com/story/japanese-neighbour-masturbates-54045) to relate the first time I ever spied a woman masturbating. I've been a peeping tom for years - less so as I get older and less nimble (and maybe smarter?), and I've shared this story on a few voyeur related websites, so my apologies if you've read it before. More to come.
Now I had been pretty much a hard-core voyeur since high-school, but had limited myself to mostly watching our next door neighbor and her daughter in their bathroom from the roof of my parent's house. At 24, I was still living at home, going to college and saving money up for grad school, when I started escalating my usual haunts to other houses in the neighbourhood. Across the street was a ten-unit, two-story apartment building consisting of one-bedroom flats. Laid out in an 'L' - All the entrances of these apartments opened onto a courtyard (with the second floor accessed via steps and an elevated walk) with the living rooms and kitchens facing the courtyard, and bedrooms and baths at the rear. The alley had about six parking spots which backed up to the building with a small retaining wall and a 6' foot tall wood fence made of rough planks, some of which had fallen off, so that I could easily fit through and find myself in a small space that was filled with the some of the unit's A/C condensers. (I had lived in the neighbourhood all my life and as a kid, friends and I had often played back there due to it's seclusion as a private hang-out space). By walking through the little secluded courtyard to the side of the building that backed up to neighbouring house's rear yard, there was a narrow easement of about 3 or 4 feet that held more A/C units. Most importantly, the building's individual gas meter's were ganged up and mounted about three feet off the ground in two groups, one of which was directly underneath one ground floor apartment's bedroom windows. I could easily hike myself up on these meters and have a great view into that one bedroom. Due to the fact that the small easement was overgrown with large hedges, the woman who lived there obviously felt safe having her blinds point down at a 45 degree angle, and I felt safe knowing the neighbors would not be able to see me standing on this meter looking into the bedroom. I'd like to say this woman was hot, but since this is real life she was a little less than what I would consider attractive; short, a little pudgy/dumpy, with long, dishwater blond hair. But she wasn't ugly, and she was a woman who left her blinds at the perfect angle for my seeing, so beggars can't be choosers. As this happened more than twenty years ago, my exact memory fails me on all the particulars, but I remember having watched her a couple of times, but can't remember if I had ever seen her naked getting ready for bed, and really recall just watching her read in bed before she would turn out the lights and go to sleep. I do remember watching for a considerable amount of time some nights (we voys are patient people), hoping something would happen, only to be disappointed when she'd reach over and turn off her lamp and the room would go dark. One night however, I climbed to my post to see my subject reading as usual on top of her covers wearing a t-shirt and panties - which was typical for her. To layout the room, her bed was against the demising wall perpendicular to the window wall, so that from my vantage point I could see her in profile from her left side. Her dresser was against the far wall facing me. As I stood there watching, she abruptly sat up in bed, put the book down and stood up. I figured she was heading for the toilet, but instead walked over to her dresser, pulled opened up one of the drawers and rummaged through it for a few seconds and brought out what I had always hoped a woman I had been peeking on would produce - a vibrator! Again, this being real life, and the late eighties, it was the generic white battery powered kind (you know, the ones they used to advertise in the back of Ladies Home Journal as 'FOOT MASSAGERS'), and not some glow-in-the-dark, rotating thing you can find anywhere these days - but again, I was not complaining. In any case, I was literally shaking in my shoes with excitement as she laid back in bed, twisted the end of the vibrator and started that puppy up. I quickly unzipped my pants as I didn't want this woman to come alone. She was pretty clinical about the process. After getting the vibrator started, she reached down with one hand and pulled her panties aside to expose a pretty dense patch (again, the 80's), spread her lips with her fingers, and laid that wand where she wanted it most. She was motionless for a few moments before she started to move the vibrator around. I was hoping for the hide the banana trick, but I think she was just trying to mine her hole for a little moisture, by sticking the tip into her pussy just slightly. She immediately withdrew the vibrator and went back to laying the business end right on her clit, where she kept it for maybe a minute before she started a series of bucking actions, lifting her butt off of the bed and silently gasping her orgasm with her mouth. And that was it, she was quick (although I was much faster - my semi-hard willy having spewed with the excitement of it all about five seconds after I managed to get it out of my jeans). She laid on the bed for a few moments in that post-orgasmic bliss, rubbing her belly. She got off the bed, put away her toy, got under the covers, turned off the light and went to bed. I never caught her doing it again (although, I did see her and her boyfriend have some pretty uninspired sex once - but voying Masturbation is more exciting for me for some reason), and she moved out fairly soon afterwards. My next story will deal with the people who moved in afterwards. Cheers

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