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Julie - Masturbation, voyeurism and more...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: phantasm Posted on: 24 Sep 2003 1 comments
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She was young, sexy and...well, what I saw through her window was beyond my wildest imagination.Several years ago when I was in my mid-thirties I lived in an older neighborhood in a city in northern Florida. I was single and owned a rather large Victorian-style home that was quite close to the neighboring house, also a large, rambling place. This next door house had been converted into apartments and one summer day I noticed a new tenant moving in - a rather stunning redhead. The first time I saw this little sweetie, Julie, she was wearing short shorts, a tank top, sandals and a long mane of gorgeous, wavy strawberry blond hair.I was curious as to which apartment she was moving into and quickly discovered that she would be occupying the one directly across from my bedroom on the second floor. From my bedroom and guest bedroom windows, I could see directly into her living room, small kitchen and, best of all, her bedroom. On many prior occasions I had checked out the view from these windows, but the former tenant of what was now Julie's apartment was an older guy, not exactly my voyeuristic cup of tea. But now, with Julie's arrival in the neighborhood, things were looking up, indeed!The first couple of nights I saw nothing of interest, other than Julie in her street clothes or robe sitting in her living room watching TV. She kept the blinds closed in her bedroom, precluding any good viewing. However, on about the third night, I noticed early in the evening that her blinds were partially raised and the window was open, no doubt due to the hot, humid weather in Florida during the summer and the lack of air conditioning in her apartment. So I waited - not very patiently - and was amply rewarded.After spending an evening alone watching TV, Julie came into the bedroom and proceeded to get naked - totally and absolutely naked. She did so in a matter of fact way, giving no hint that she was aware she was being observed. I was sitting on a low stool, looking through a slit in the blinds in the guest bedroom window, giving me a good view of her bedroom through her partially-raised blinds. And what did I see?I watched as Julie, who was a petite, freckled young woman (19 years old, as I was to learn later), pull off her t-shirt, exposing her bare breasts - no bra. They were perfectly formed with very pale, pink nipples. About a B-cup, upturned and perky. Within seconds her shorts were off, then her panties - just plain white ones - were doffed. Initially she had her back to me, revealing a perfect ass. As she bent over to completely remove her panties, I had a good - if momentary - view of her cunt from behind, the lips totally bare.As I watched this show, I was stroking my cock and my breathing became so fast and loud I'm surprised she didn't hear me. I had worked myself up into quite a state of anticipation, waiting for her to turn around, fairly aching to see if the carpet matched the drapes, so to speak.As if my wish were her command, Julie slowly turned around, tossing her clothes onto a chair and, at the same time, affording me a clear view of her pussy and I almost came at that exact moment. A small bush, strawberry blond in color, nestled between her thighs. Her pubic hair was rather sparse, leaving her lips totally exposed. Perfect! My hand was stroking my cock rapidly now, imagining what it would be like to touch, to taste, to enter, this gorgeous pussy. I slowed down a bit as Julie walked into the bathroom, the one place I couldn't see into. I was waiting, again with impatience, for her to appear, hoping for at least one more glimpse and I wasn't disappointed.Julie walked back into the bedroom, drying herself with a large towel. The best part of this second act was her putting a foot up on the chair, which was placed near the window, to dry her legs, first one, then the other. This gave me a clear, unobstructed view of her cunt, just ever so slightly spread. My hand was stroking a mile a minute now and I had to make an effort not to cum before the show was over. But, sad to say, the show WAS over for this first time. Immediately after drying herself, she got into bed and turned out the light. I continued to stroke my cock, imagining her masturbating, and shot a huge load.This was but the first of many, many such shows, all of them virtually the same. Until the fateful Sunday afternoon.I had noted that, pretty and sexy as she was, Julie never seemed to date or have any male friends. We had chatted a bit upon meeting in the front yard now and then, but she wasn't particularly outgoing and there was never an opportunity for any real conversation. So I knew nothing about her at all, other than what I was able to see through the windows and the fact that she seemed to have no sexual outlet, or at least no males (or females, for that matter) ever visited her. Then, one Sunday afternoon, I saw her drive up with a guy and go into the house. I immediately went to my "viewing post" to await whatever might develop. Julie and her date or whatever he was went into her living room and engaged in a long conversation. Nothing of interest occurred - it was as if they were brother and sister or something. Certainly no physical contact at all between them.After what seemed like hours, they got up and both went into the bedroom. Both of them! "Well," I thought, "things may be looking up here." Although it was the middle of the afternoon, they turned on the lights and I had a clear view of all that was to take place. I noticed the guy fumbling with something on her dresser top, but couldn't make out what it was. At the same time, Julie was getting undressed and was soon totally naked. But he made no move to take his clothes off, let alone have any contact with her.What did happen, though, was as arousing as it was a surprise. What the guy was fumbling with on her dresser was a camera and Julie proceeded to pose naked while the guy snapped picture after picture of her in every position imaginable. Standing, sitting, on the bed, bending over. And these were obviously not "art" pictures - they were explicit in every sense of the word. She spread her cunt and fingered it, she posed in every way possible to emphasize her cunt and her tits. I, of course, was jacking-off like it was my last time, having to make a continuing effort to hold back my orgasm, wondering what would happen next. And what happened next was...nothing. No sex. Not even a kiss. Julie and the photographer spent about an hour in her bedroom and living room, the camera flashing time after time. And then, just as quickly and perfunctorily as they had started, it was over. Julie put her clothes back on, she and the photographer engaged in conversation for a few minutes and he left. As soon as he was out the door, Julie fairly raced back to the bedroom, got naked and proceeded to masturbate fast and furiously. Not slowly nor sensuously, but quickly, as if she couldn't wait for an orgasm. I had an unobstructed view and could even - very faintly - hear some soft moans as she proceeded to get herself off. I timed my orgasm and was able to cum about two seconds after I saw her body go into what could only be orgasmic writhing and spasms. And then, as was the case with the photographer, it was over. She got up, got dressed and left the apartment. And left me with images that are still burned into my memory. **************After this experience, I determined to get to know this girl and over the next couple of weeks, I made a real effort to talk with her. Initially cool, abrupt and standoffish, she gradually warmed up and revealed some things about herself. She was 19, not from the local area, worked as a stocker in a discount store and, most interesting of all, had a boyfriend who was doing time for marijuana dealing. He'd been in jail for almost a year and had two more years to go. He was confined in a minimum security prison close by, which was why she moved to this city. She was "being faithful" to him, which was why she didn't date. I was dying to ask her about the photo session but, of course, there was no way to do so without revealing that I was able to see into her apartment, and this certainly didn't seem to be a wise thing to do.One afternoon as we were chatting, I invited her in for some iced tea and, much to my surprise, she accepted. She was, as usual, wearing what I came to refer to as her "uniform:" short shorts and a skimpy top, no bra.Julie was cute, perky, with a freckled little girl face and an aura that exuded both sexuality and innocence at the same time. Naivete is one adjective that would apply, impish is another. She came into my living room and sat cross-legged on the floor, as if to play with her dolls, and chattered away a mile a minute. A far cry from the standoffish neighbor of a few short weeks ago. That little visit led to a picnic in the park the following weekend that was fun as well as crazy-making. Without having to say a word, Julie made it clear that this was not a date in any sense of the word, just a couple of people with time on their hands enjoying an afternoon picnic. I, of course, had other hopes, dreams, fantasies and, yes, intentions. Being near to her, friendly with her, talking and laughing and teasing, seeing her in her skimpy outfits had me in a state of constant horniness, yet her "vibes" left no doubt that any move on my part would most definitely not be welcome.Adding to the crazy-making was what happened when we got home. As soon as she went into her apartment, she got naked and masturbated. And I was left to watch (not that I'm complaining, mind you) as well as wonder: was her time with me, was I, the catalyst of her self-pleasure, the source of her fantasy? I wanted to think so, wanted to believe it, yet dared not flatter myself lest I be disappointed once again.The picnic in the park led, after many more conversations, to sharing a pizza, at first at the Pizza Hut then, one evening, when there was a movie on HBO we both wanted to watch, pizza and beer at my place. And, finally, the culmination of my fantasies, my frustrations, my hopes, my quest. **************The evening started quite casually and innocently - two friends having an informal meal, a couple of beers, a movie and some friendly conversation, more to pass the time than anything else. Julie, as usual, was wearing her standard short-shorts and tanktop and, as she again sat cross-legged on the floor, I was able to catch a glimpse now and then of what appeared to be - was I fantasizing this??!! - a lack of panties and a few light red pubic hairs. I tried not to stare, but my eyes kept returning to her crotch. I got only the briefest and most cursory of looks, but I was quite convinced that I really was seeing what I was seeing.Her top was form-fitting and quite obviously she wore no bra. So here I was in my living room alone with a young fox who was wearing no bra, seemingly no panties, whose long red hair hung to her hips, a gal whom I had seen naked on many occasions without her knowledge, a nymphet whom I had watched masturbating. And I wasn't supposed to even think about touching and kissing and caressing and sucking and tasting and seeing and fucking...no way!As the evening progressed (and a few beers were consumed), Julie got more and more relaxed and began talking about how difficult it was for her not to date "or even do something just for the physical pleasure of it" while her boyfriend served his time. She revealed that, prior to his being locked up, they'd "do it all day long almost every day" and that "not having it now" was "really bad."Being no fool (or at least not a total and abysmal one anyway), I figured that maybe, just maybe, her mention of "physical pleasure" might be a not-so-subtle signal that perhaps, just perhaps, she was in the mood for - and quite obviously in need of - more than pizza and beer. And if the signal, if that's what it was, indicated an interest in something physical but nothing romantic or involved, who was I to argue?During our pizza meal, Julie had moved from the floor to the couch. As she talked of her boyfriend and, indirectly, her horniness, I subtly and gradually changed my position until I was sitting almost beside her, each of us resting our back against the sofa, our bare legs touching now and again (I was also wearing shorts) as we reached for another slice of pizza. And then, without warning, hoped for and not expected and definitely not anticipated, came "the magic moment." We both shifted position together, our legs touched, our faces were mere inches from each other and there was electricity. For a moment, we hesitated and looked at each other, then suddenly we were kissing, frantically, deeply, passionately, our hands holding and caressing and exploring.In another moment we were naked. Her breasts were nothing less than perfect. Pale white skin, correspondingly pale pink nipples, getting a shade darker as I watched, swelling. Perfect "puffies." Her thatch of pubic hair was sparse, silky, strawberry blond. Seeing her now, up close and personal, was as if I was seeing her for the first time. Her pussy lips were swollen and, with her thighs slightly spread, a light covering of moisture, like dew on a flower, could be seen. My finger slid into her, feeling her tight, wet cunt. She moaned, held my cock, stroked it, moaned "I need this" and pulled me to her.In moments she was on my lap, her hand guiding my rock-hard cock into her. We fucked quickly this first time. At some point we virtually fell off the couch and continued with me on top. Hard. Fast. Frantically. Physically. And came, virtually together, powerfully, explosively, me on top of her, between her wide-spread thighs. Later we explored each other more fully. I sucked, licked, tongued her clit, she sucked my cock, expertly. We fucked again. And again. Her on top. Me on top again. Me behind her, caressing her breasts and clit simultaneously as I fucked her.Still later we rested, spent for the moment. And talked some more. She asked me, surprising me, causing me to choke on my words, "Have you been watching me from your window?" I knew I was busted, my mind raced looking for an appropriate answer and, finding none better than the truth, I admitted it. "I thought so. I've seen you at the window and figured you were watching. Do you like to watch me? Do you do it, too, while you're watching?" an obvious reference to my watching her pleasure herself. I answered both questions in the affirmative, whereupon, with no preamble, she started to touch her breasts, her eyes half-closed, her thighs open. One hand moved quickly to the still-damp hair between her legs and began to move. "I want to watch you, too," she said in a low voice, almost a whisper. In the briefest of moments, we were masturbating together, side by side, our legs touching, our eyes intent on each other's fast moving hands. I thought that I might be the quick one but Julie was ahead of me. "I'm almost there," she moaned, "are you ready?" I could only grunt a quick "Uh-huh," my own orgasm being right at the brink. "Cum now, I want to watch you shoot your load," she said, her voice rising, her hips bouncing up and down, small spasms overtaking her body. And come I did! Despite having fucked three times in the past house, I shot a huge load as Julie trembled beside me, also in the throes of orgasm.Again we rested. And again she asked me a question. "Did you see anything else when you were watching me through the window?" Feeling totally uninhibited now, I responded. "You mean the pictures?" "Oh, god, I was afraid of that." She went on to explain that the pictures were for her boyfriend and were taken by...her brother! "We have always been close and trust each other completely and I didn't know anybody else I could ask, so I asked him and he did it." To say that I was a bit surprised would be an understatement. Her brother! Incredible.I, of course, wanted to know more and she admitted that, during her late pre-teen and early teen years, she and her brother "fooled around" together, but "never fucked - that would have been too weird! All we really did was get naked and touch each other and I jacked him off a few times. But when we got older we decided that what we were doing was just too weird, so we stopped."Julie and I had sex together on two other occasions, each a couple of months apart. Then she decided to move back home, a couple of hundred miles away and that was the end of our "relationship." I remember her fondly and still have vivid mental pictures of her perfect body, her freckles, her red hair that was matched in color and silkiness by the small thatch between her legs. A truly beautiful young woman who has never aged in my fantasies.