In my early teens I could watch my bachelor neighbor in his bedroom if I climbed up into the attic from the opening in the closet of my bedroom. There was a little window up there near the floor and I guess he thought no one was up there since he never shut his curtains. I could zip down to my bed quickly if I heard anyone coming up the stairs and I spent a lot of time in the attic when my family thought I was asleep.
He had different girlfriends over those years. One of the first ones taught me how to masturbate, though she didn't realize it of course. After they screwed sometimes she'd rub herself to one or more orgasms just lying next to him. Of course I tried that and I liked what happened. It made watching them much more fun too. I would lie down propped up on my elbows while I spied on them. A rolled-up pillow was always under my pussy and I would grind down on it whenever my excitement got near boiling, which seemed like all the time. I could cross my arms and squeeze my nipples too. Sometimes I thought I would pass out.
My neighbors show was a better sex education class than I ever got in school! All of it was exciting. One of the hot girls that this guy dated liked to try all kinds of things. I saw new positions and she would take sex toys that I had never heard about from her handbag. Two times they brought in a second girl. I think she was more into that even than he was. I watched them late into the night and had as many orgasms as they did. I was a wreck the next day.
After the guy sold the house to a family the show was over but I thought about all those scenes when I was in bed at night. I still get quivery when I think back on them.