Peeping from the Peach Tree

I've forgotten her real name. We called her Tammy. She was doing her final stint of practice teaching at our High School. She taught French and was an amazing contrast to our usual French Mistress,  'The Dragon Lady' who would hold random panty parades to ensure all girls were wearing the regulation dark blue underwear. Tammy was not only gorgeous to look at but had a delightful, bubbly personality. All the boys in 3A were head-over-heels in love with her. For the two weeks teaching stint she was boarding with my mate's family, who had a huge old weatherboard house on High Street. She rented their granny flat. I knew the flat, with its one bedroom, sitting room and tiny bathroom. One morning Brian reminded me that the bathroom had a large, well placed window, framed with only a skimpy lace curtain, facing the big peach tree in a secluded part of the garden. From there he had seen her taking a shower.'Really? With nothing on??''Nothing, and just there, he confirmed, it's the perfect spot'. Consumed with jealousy, I begged to stay at his place on Friday night. Friday couldn't come soon enough but finally we were sitting in his room, in our pyjamas, pretending to do our physics homework. He had already briefed me about her routine and I was trembling in anticipation and listening attentively for the sound of her moving out onto the veranda and into the bathroom. When it came, he nodded and we slipped noiselessly out his window and into the garden. The old peach tree was easy to climb and one of its broad branches provided the perfect vantage point. The light from the window fell on the lawn below our feet and our bodies were in total darkness. Tammy was at the basin, cleaning her teeth. I could see her clearly, framed, but not obscured, by the curtains. I caught the sound of running water. We were in luck. Tonight she was giving herself a special treat and, unknowingly, giving us one too! Although there was a shower over the tub, which she normally used, tonight we could hear she was running a bath. She stepped back from the wash-basin and turned to face us. Then I saw our Tammy - the same Tammy, who earlier today had been sitting so primly behind the teacher's desk at the front of the class - start to unbutton her blouse, and I knew this was for real. My heart was pounding, pumping more blood into my already engorged prick. I looked sideways at Brian giving him a grin of appreciation and back just in time to see her reach back and release the clasp of her bra. She wriggled and it slipped down her arms and landed in her hand, exposing a pair of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. She lent forward, to check the temperature of the water, and I watched them bounce and sway as she adjusted the taps. Not too big, not too small - just perfect and highlighted with pert, pink nipples. She straightened, looked at herself in the mirror, and reached around to her side to pull down the zipper of her skirt. Then it was off and her thumbs were hooking in the waist band of her slip. As it fell, exposing her white panties, a vision of the Dragon Lady on panty parade came into my mind and I looked around guiltily. Brian grinned and gave me a thumbs-up, which I returned, my gratitude very obvious. When I looked back, the panties had formed a number eight on the floor around her feet and she was stepping out of them. Now she was naked; just a few feet away and completely naked; naked and so, so beautiful. I was desperately trying to take it all in and commit this wonderful sight to memory as she moved to adjust the taps, her pert bottom aimed straight at me. She straightened, turned and steadied herself. My eyes were drawn to the small patch of downy pubic hair and, as she stepped gingerly into the bath, I struggled to see what lay beneath it. Fortunately, I did not have long to wait. In the bath she lay back in the shallow water, her wet pubic hair neatly framing her perfect pink cleft. Like a ripe peach. This was heaven. She lay there, eyes closed, perhaps thinking of France, while we sat in the peach tree, glued together for the best view, with our eyes wide open and thought how lucky we were to view such a gorgeous sight. As we watched, she used her arms to bring little waves up her torso. They washed against the mounds of her breasts and returned in rivulets down her tummy. A hand cupped a breast, the nipple rolling between thumb and forefinger. God, I so much wanted that hand to be mine. The other moved deftly down one flank to her pussy and slim fingers began a slow circular motion. My God! This was amazing! She was touching herself. She was masturbating! We knew girls did it too but we had certainly never seen it happening. With each stroke the thin pink cleft became wider and darker. She was moving, making waves as her pelvis rose rhythmically. Her knees came up, briefly obscuring my view, then dropped apart, revealing all. I think she started coming then. Suddenly her middle finger went in and her bottom rose from the water. That was when I passed the point of no return. Looking down, I saw Brian was also tugging his prick out of his pyjamas. Just in time, I got mine out too and together we sprayed our adolescent adoration for Tammy into the night air. Unaware of the tumultuous reactions in the garden just outside her window, Tammy was resting, lying back with her knees up, shins framing her beautiful pussy. Eventually, she raised herself from the cooling bath water, pulled the plug, drew the shower curtain along the side of the bath and turned on the shower. The climax had done nothing to diminish my curiosity and I watched in wonder as our French teacher smoothed soapy hands over her curves and crevasses before turning this way and that to rinse off. As she started towelling herself dry, Brian touched my arm and I followed him back to his bedroom. Safely back in his bedroom, he turned to me. 'So how was that?''Fantastic, she is so gorgeous. Best I've ever seen.''Me too!''You'd seen her before.''Not in the bath and definitely not doing that' he explained.'Couldn't believe my eyes when she diddled herself. I think she had a climax.'  

'Definitely. She really got into it. When she hooked that finger in and lifted herself out of the water ? wow, she was right into it then.'

'That finger certainly went right in," I observed, 'set me off, it did.''She went for her g-spot,' Brian explained knowledgeably.'That is the certainly the perfect spot,' I agreed. 'Good old peach tree.'