I Can See You
by nakedwonder50 ©

Years ago, I attended a large Big Ten university. Big classes. Big dorms. 
My dorm room was on the seventh floor, which was at the top of the 
building. Directly across the Quad from us was another dorm that was a 
mirror image of mine. The difference was that it had all women. This was 
some time ago, before there were coed living facilities. The buildings 
were only about 150 feet apart, and due to the miracle of modern optics, I 
was able to see deeply into every room across the way. I could even see 
the posters on the walls of the rooms. Most of the women were well aware 
of that and were careful about closing the blinds in their rooms. Still, 
it was a surprise that I didn't flunk out, with all the time I spent 
"exploring." 

One warm spring evening a few weeks before finals, I turned off my lights 
to avoid being backlit, and began scoping out the windows opposite mine. 
Not much was happening. I was about to call it quits for the night when I 
saw a lit-up, open window directly across the way, also on the top floor. 
When I zeroed in on the room, I saw someone move. Focussing in more 
closely, I saw a woman using binoculars and looking out of her window. She 
was staring out at the men's dorm! 

Well, this was different. Women didn't usually do that. She was standing 
slightly back from the windows, so no one could see her from anywhere 
below. But my window was at the same level as hers, with an unimpeded 
view.

The longer I looked, the more I thought I recognized her. She had been in 
one of my classes the previous semester. We had never met or talked (thank 
you, 400-person lectures), but it sure seemed like it was her. She was 
about 5 feet, 5 inches tall and had long wavy brunette hair that she wore 
pulled back in a loose ponytail. Her eyes were almond shaped, and I think 
brown. Four rows apart was the closest we had ever sat, so how would I 
know what color they were for sure? 

She had sort of a Roman nose, but it was thinner. She had seemed to have a 
nice figure. Last winter in class, she had always worn big, bulky 
sweaters, but I could always see the hint of curves underneath. And she 
definitely had a sweet, round butt that her tight jeans hugged and 
accentuated. You might not call her beautiful; you'd call her handsome. 
She was the type that would be a stunner when she was dressed and made up. 
Tonight, as it was balmy out, she was wearing a white, sleeveless, 
collared, button-up blouse and khaki shorts.

My, my, my, this was interesting. She must have found someone to watch, 
because she was locked in, staring without moving. Oops, now she moved. 
While holding her binoculars with her right hand, her left hand slipped 
over to her blouse and undid the top two buttons. Her hand then glided 
into her shirt and began to caress her right breast. Her breathing became 
faster and heavier. 

Jeez, I'd been looking almost the whole school year and it wasn't till now 
that I was finally getting a show this hot. Suddenly, she pulled the 
binoculars away from her face, and I could see her grimace and almost hear 
her say, "SHIT!" Her shoulders slumped a little, and she then started 
looking over again, sweeping from one end of my building to the other. 
Apparently, whomever she had been watching must have ended the show.

But I didn't want her to stop, so I hoped she would find someone else that 
tickled her fancy, or I guess, someone else that made her want to tickle 
her own fancy. I had an idea. As I said before, the men's and women's 
dorms were mirror images of each other. Each room had a phone, and the 
numbers were in order. If you knew any room's number, you could figure out 
the number of all the other rooms. I knew the girl who lived three doors 
down, so I could figure out the phone number of my little voyeur.

Grabbing my phone, I dialed her room. I saw her startle when she heard the 
ring. She cocked her head to the side and seemed to be deciding whether to 
answer or not. "Come on, come on!" I urged her. Finally she pulled her 
hand from her blouse and hoisted the receiver to her ear.

"Hello."

"I can see you. You're peeping."

"What? I am not. What are you talking about?" she managed to choke out.

"Don't try to bullshit me. I see you watching. You're so obvious. Don't 
you realize what kind of trouble you're in? Some guy was expelled from the 
dorm last week when he got caught peeping." I really poured it on. "All I 
have to do is call your RA next door, tell her, and you're up shit's 
creek. Think you can hide your binoculars quick enough? I can get five 
guys to say they saw you and your binoculars. It'll sure be tough to study 
for finals when you don't have anywhere to live."

She was frantically looking all over, trying to find where the call was 
coming from. She looked worried. Her voice was edged with panic, "You 
wouldn't tell. Tell me you won't tell!"

"I don't know if I can do that. It's not fair that men get in trouble and 
women get a free pass when they do the same thing. I think the University 
would like to have a woman to crack down on to show how even-handed and 
fair they are."

"I'm so sorry," she said in a voice edged with panic, "It's just that I 
can't help it. I try not to do it, but I can't stop. Please don't tell. 
What can I do? What can I do so you won't tell?"

Oh my God, this was going better than I had hoped. My mind was racing a 
mile a minute. "If you don't want to, why do you look? That doesn't make 
sense. Why won't you stop?"

I could hear her breathing heavily. She didn't say anything for so long, I 
thought she might hang up. Finally, she almost whispered, "It excites me. 
Watching people when they don't know they're being seen. Seeing them do 
private things. Seeing what they do when their guard is totally down. I 
feel like I'm seeing deep within them. It's feels so forbidden...it's so 
sensual."

"Are you excited now?"

"Yes, I am."

I took a deep breath. "What got you so excited? What did you see?"

"On the fourth floor. There was a guy who was lying on his bed. He was 
naked. He had a magazine open in front of him. He was...playing with 
himself." Her voice became very shaky, like she was having difficulty 
breathing. "It was so intense...he was pleasuring himself. Then someone 
must have knocked on his door. He jumped up, stuffed the magazine under 
the mattress, put on his clothes, and went to the door. I couldn't see him 
after that."

"Is that why you unbuttoned your blouse? Is that why you felt your 
breast?" My voice was low and, I hoped, reassuring.

It was so quiet that I thought she wasn't going to answer. Then in a soft, 
choked voice, she simply said, "Yes."

"Don't stop if it feels good. Keep doing it. Put the binoculars down, and 
feel yourself. Do it, and maybe I won't call the RA."

Her hand hesitantly moved into her blouse. I could see her arm move as she 
caressed her breast. I encouraged her; "Don't you think it would feel 
better if you unbuttoned your blouse? Maybe take it off? It'll be easier 
to touch yourself. And you'll feel the air on your skin. You'll you feel 
exposed, just like the people you watch. Think of how hot that is."

As if in a trance, she unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off her 
shoulders. She was wearing a white lace bra. The curves that had been 
suggested beneath her winter clothing earlier in class were exposed. While 
they weren't enormous, they were impressive. Her waist was narrow, almost 
wasp-like. Her waist flared out to round hips. Her hand resumed caressing 
her breast. It moved, and her fingers disappeared inside her lingerie.

"What's your name? What shall I call you?" I asked her.

"Call me...call me Eve," she responded.

"Eve, I know how good that must feel. Think how it would feel if you took 
off your bra. You could feel yourself so much easier. And you would be 
exposed to me, a stranger, someone you can't see, but can see you. Just 
like when you watch. Think how that turns you on. Think how much it will 
turn me on. Do it. Do it now!"

I stared across the Quad as her hand snaked behind her back and undid the 
snap of her bra. She slumped her shoulders forward, and the bra slid down 
her arms. She shook it off. After hesitating a moment, she stood upright 
again. Her breasts were firm and there was no sag to them. The aureoles 
were pink and puffy. Her nipples seemed erect, but even with my binoculars 
trained on them, it was really too far away to tell. But they must have 
been erect. She was really turned on. 

I was, too. I wished I had another set of hands so I could imitate the 
same movements she was doing on my own suddenly sweaty body. Her hand 
returned to her breasts. She circled her nipples with her fingertip. 
Slowly, sensuously, her fingers rotated. She began tweaking her nipples 
and lightly twisting them. She massaged her breasts. She cupped them in 
her hand and squeezed. I could hear ragged breathing over the phone line. 
I could hear ragged breathing in my room. It was my breathing. If I get 
any more turned on, I thought, I'm going to faint.

While I was entranced with the vision before me, Eve slid her hand lower. 
She brushed over her stomach. Her middle finger glided over, and 
momentarily stuck in her belly button. She stroked it and then her finger 
dove down inside the front of her shorts. Over the phone I could hear 
"Mmmm. Mmmmm." Her hips swiveled in a languid circle. My hands longed to 
plunge into my shorts. But between holding the phone and the binoculars, I 
was helpless.

"Eve. Eve. You're so turned on. Go with it. I'm seeing your private 
moment. I'm stealing a glimpse into your innermost being. Think of how you 
feel when you see someone opened up like this. You're that person now. And 
it feels so good. It feels so good."

"Yes...yes it does," Eve gasped. She suddenly unbuttoned the top of her 
shorts and unzipped them. They slid down her legs and landed on the floor. 
Her knickers were white lace. They were V-shaped and rose high on her hips. 
She half-fell, half-leaned back against the wall, unable to stand on her 
own. She seemed transfixed. She stared off into space, her eyes almost 
closed. Pre-verbal, guttural sounds were coming over the phone. I could 
see her hand moving up and down, up and down in the front of her 
knickers."Eve, how good does this feel? Has anything ever felt better?"

"No...no...yes...yes!" She suddenly convulsed, and nearly collapsed. 
Leaning back against the wall, she heaved huge breaths with her eyes shut. 
She removed her hand from her knickers and languidly moved it to her mouth. 
Sucking her fingers into her mouth, she licked them clean. On the other 
side of the Quad I was dying with desire, unable to do anything about it.

"Eve. Thank you. This was incredible. Don't worry. I'd never tell anyone 
about you. That was so beautiful. I think I saw into your soul. You know 
how turned on you get watching someone else? I think I was turned on that 
much, too."

Suddenly, the line went dead. The light in Eve's room snapped off. It was 
over. I wasn't sure I would ever be able to take in enough oxygen again. I 
hung up the phone and took care of myself...several times.

A few days later, before starting to study for a psych final, I picked up 
my binoculars and took a quick scan at the opposing wall of windows. I 
didn't see anything of interest. I guess I was a little careless, as I 
forgot to turn my room light off first. I was about to put the binoculars 
away when my phone rang. I picked it up.

"I can see you." A familiar voice said. "You're peeping."