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Accidental Voyeur

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Mike Age: 27 Posted on: 08 Feb 2020 6 comments
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I know, I shouldn't have looked-and having looked, should have looked away.
There is a stage in the development of a girl where she passes from 'girl' to woman, and a further stage where, after what must be a turbulent time, she settles into her new-found woman's body and is at ease with it. My neighbor has a daughter who we will call Anna. Anna is 18, and in that delightful neither here nor there stage of growing up. Her family home is set across from mine, and my lounge window looks across a sloping road, directly onto a balcony running around the upper storey of their home, and it was on this balcony that Anna was sitting, thoroughly engrossed in a book. Even from across the road, I realised that her legs were spread a little and I could swear that there was a tantalising glimpse of white panty. Reaching for my video camera, I zoomed in. Sure enough, Anna was showing her crotch! Of course, not intentionally. But I also could read the cover of her book. 'Lady Chatterly's Lover'. Innocent little Anna was reading a raunchy book. As I watched, her legs flopped wider and her hips started to move. Clearly she was reading the part were the gardener fucks her Ladyship and Anna's hips rocked as she recreated the image in her mind. Shortly after, she got up and went into her room, I sincerely hope to finish herself off. I was treated to several instances of Anna in similar fashion before one day, while there to fit a webcam for her dad (who does not know one end of a computer from the other) I had the house to myself. Of course, Anna's room beckoned and I stood for a moment in there breathing in the heady scent of female. Her laundry hamper provided what I was looking for and they were as sweet as I imagined. A short time later, they were a lot wetter than when I found them! I did consider stealing them, and also the immense risk of putting them back. If Anna told her mom, there would be trouble. If mom found sperm on Anna's panties, SHE would be in trouble. I left them. A few days later, a note was pushed through my door. It was from Anna. It simply said 'Mmmm. More please.' She is no dummy and figured out in a heartbeat what had happened. More? I really don't know if I am that brave! But OOOOOohhhh. How I would like to be!