The Voyeur in Me SeXStoRY

He's been watching her from his little spare room for four months now. Why shouldn't he? The window in her bathroom doesn't have a curtain and since she moved in four months ago she hasn't put one up. It's like she's inviting every voyeur in the neighborhood to come and watch her take a shower, if they knew what time to come and watch everyday(twice on Friday's). He can't believe he knows her schedule by heart. He's not a freak or anything, never done this before in his life, well except that one time, he peeked in his older s****r's bedroom when she had a cute friend over. She had screamed at him and threw something hard but it hit the door instead of him, then he heard the lock turn. But what he saw he didn't understand at the time. He thought they were trying on clothes or something because they were both naked. He'd guessed girls just did that, until later in life he'd heard the word lesbian, and his older s****r came out of the closet. Now he knows better, that must have been her experimental stage. He blinks as a smile washes over his face and a little giggle escapes his lips. If he'd only known then what he knows now about lesbians he would have peeked in on his s****r more often and been quieter about it. Ahh, memories, but the shower scene playing out in front of him brings him back to reality. As she gets the water to the perfect temperature he pulls the chair from beside the wall. That chairs never been there until four months ago, in reality there's never been alot of things beside this window until four months ago. He chuckles to himself as he prepares for the 30 minutes of heaven before him. Her water bill has got to be astronomical. She steps in and the hot steamy water washes over her. He eyes her up and down, taking his mental pictures of her perfect, hourglass frame. She's not an unobtainable knockout but she's not a bowser either. Right in the middle, girl next door, another chuckle. Brown hair that falls just to the small of her back, green eyes(he knows that thanks to the binoculars) and pretty, puffy lips. Her bust size is at least a D cup he guesses, and her hips are just the right size, for his liking at least. She lets the water warm her up with her arms stretched up so the cascade drips all down her perfect body. He wishes he was her hands massaging and rubbing all the dirt and pain away from the day. His favorite part is coming up, before she washes she takes care of her womanly needs. Up on a shower shelf she takes down her little massager. Green like her eyes she slides it onto her finger as he slides his cock out of his pants. He's always thought of himself as below average until he measured it one day(the ruler's in the table drawer with the binoculars beside the chair). Seven and 5/8th inches, pretty respectable he thought from then after. She starts working on herself with one leg propped up on the edge of the tub. He watches her eyes partially close as her lips part just barely at first and then, as her hand movements get faster, her mouth turns into the little 'O' shape(that drives him wild) showing her pefect teeth. He lubes up his hand and stats pumping, imagining his dick sliding in and out of that little 'O'. Her hips start thrusting back and forth as her finger drives itself deeper into her womanhood. Her back arches and her body shudders the tiniest little bit, orgasm number 1. He looks at his watch , that was quick, she set record time with that one. He jerks his member a little faster thinking it's all going to end soon. Her usual count is two, sometimes he's seen her only achieve one and been disappointed when he hadn't finished when she did. It's hard for him to keep his arousal after she's already gotten out of the shower and it takes her less than two minutes to wash off after she's done. He calms a little when he sees that she doesn't put the vibrator back on it's shelf. He smiles knowing she's going for orgasm number 2. He slows his pace but only a little, knowing two is her max. But also knowing it takes her a little longer on the second try. She takes her hand and moves the vibrator all over her body, lingering on her fully erect nipples. She moves it around the back of her neck and then down between her breasts sliding further down her stomach. This is all new to him, usually she just goes for the knockout. This is sensual, arousing, what's so different? Maybe it's just because the first one came so quick, she's just taking up some time. Ok there she goes, her fingers find their home. He quickens his pace now, almost losing track of where he was. She stops and puts the vibrator back up on it's shelf, turns the water off and steps out. He's frantic now, what the fuck happened? He doesn't know what to do. She's gone, out of sight and once again he's disappointed he didn't finish, already his penis becomes flacid, knowing it's not getting it's fullfillment for today. She steps back in front of the window, staring straight at him with a seductive smile, she holds up a sign. Fumbling in the drawer for the binoculars he finds them to read "Hope you're not finished yet! My doors unlocked, see you in a few!!"