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 ï>¿Thia And The Contrite Voyeur by Thiagawr

   An old acquaintance with a guilty secret gets in touch.

   It's seven o'clock in the evening and Stuart has just left his room to
go downstairs to the student bar.  His room is on the ninth (top) floor of
a purpose built block of student accommodation rooms on the town's
university campus.  This floor isn't serviced by the lifts, so he heads
along the corridor and through the double doors that open onto the
stairwell, intending to use the lift from the eighth floor down to ground
level.

   As he pushes one of the stairwell doors open, he bumps into a girl who
was just about to come through them in the other direction; it's James'
girlfriend Thia, and he holds open the door for her to come through first.
She thanks him but doesn't make eye contact, not least because he's much
taller than her - she's about five foot six, six inches shorter than him -
and she's very much the quiet, reserved type.  She's wearing a striped,
green, woollen jumper, green corduroy trousers and even green, lace-up
shoes.

   He lets her pass, noticing the scent of her perfume and watching for a
moment as she walks away from him, down the corridor towards James' room,
which is directly opposite his own.

   He doesn't really know James very well, but they do encounter each other
from time to time, and he did once help Stuart out by fixing a problem with
his car's engine - something they both felt was rather amusing, given that
Stuart is a mechanical engineering student, while James (like Thia) is
doing a life-sciences degree.

   He knows Thia even less well than he knows James.  However, one thing he
does know about her is that she spends frequent evenings with James in his
room, and she often seems to enjoy herself there rather noisily!  Indeed,
he's heard that James has actually had to speak to the lecturer in charge
of accommodation about it, but that might be just a scurrilous rumour.

   Still at the stairwell doors, he suddenly changes his plans and returns
to his room.  Leaving his door fully open, he sits on his table-side,
plastic chair, looking out at James' door across the corridor.  He's had an
exciting idea, but he's not sure if he can bring himself to act upon it.

   He sits there for a little while, watching the closed door and imagining
what might be going on behind it, now or a little later on; probably
something sexual.

   As he further considers his idea, he realises that he's suddenly
fascinated (and really quite turned on) by the notion of that quiet,
unassuming, snugly dressed and rather shy girl perhaps having undressed
already and being hidden from him only by that bedroom door.  In part, this
is because - at eighteen years old - he hasn't actually yet seen a girl
completely naked in the flesh, so to speak; topless, on beaches, but not
actually naked.

   Now...  above the door (as with all these bedroom doors) is a vent, in
the form of a metal grating in a thin, plywood panel.  The grating has a
closeable, sliding grille, operated from the inside via a small, plastic
handle.  He can see that the one above James' door is closed, but it's a
very basic, cheap, simple, almost crude device - almost certainly he could
slide it open a little (thus aligning all the slots) from the outside,
using some sort of probe, if he could reach it and was so minded.

   He hears Thia laugh quietly and immediately decides he IS so minded...

   Picking up a pair of scissors from his table, he places it upon the
chair and carries both to his open door.  Without even pausing to consider
the wisdom of his idea, he steps into the corridor, but at that very
moment, James emerges from his room, heading for the bathroom.

   "Okay, James?" Stuart asks, hoping to distract him from wondering what
he might be up to.

   "Yes, thanks.  You?" replies James without stopping.

   "Yeah.  I'm okay, thanks."

   Stuart returns to his room and shuts the door over, without fully
closing it.  God, that was close, he thinks to himself.  While waiting to
hear James going back to his room, he realises it was a stupid idea anyway,
and he ought to be grateful it's been nipped in the bud.

   However, just moments later he hears James' door open and reclose, and
before he knows it, he's crossed the corridor and is standing on the chair,
which brings the grating above the door nicely to his eye level.  As he
thought, the internal grating is closed.

   Now powered by adrenaline as much as by testosterone and recklessness,
he pushes the scissors through the grating's outer grille and, as gently as
he can, tries to ease the inner grille along slightly.  To his delight, it
moves very easily and completely silently, and he suddenly finds that, with
his eyes to the grating, he can see directly into the room almost
unhindered.

   He cannot see James, who must be at the front of the room (where there's
a wardrobe and, beside it, a washbasin), or perhaps he's over to the
left-hand side, which Stuart cannot quite see, but Thia is sitting in an
armchair, further into the room and side-on to him.  She's removed her
jumper and has placed it neatly on the floor beside her, revealing a light
green, short-sleeved blouse.

   Although somewhat concerned at not being able to see James, Stuart can
at least see that Thia's not about to open the door unexpectedly, and as
James has only just been out of the room and gone back in again, he feels
he's probably not in immediate danger of being rumbled.  Furthermore, there
are only half a dozen rooms on this floor, so there's an excellent chance
of the corridor remaining quiet for quite some time; at least until the
student bar closes, much later on.  He slips the scissors - their job now
done - into his pocket.

   Two or three minutes pass.  He can hear conversation between James and
Thia, but not very clearly.  James does seem to be sitting at his table,
over to the left, which doubles as a desk.  Maybe this is all a waste of
time, a risk taken for no gain at all.

   Stuart's adrenaline level falls: nothing's happening.  A moment or two
more and he will give it up and go back to his room.  Maybe he'll even give
it another go sometime.  Thia's just sitting there chatting about something
or other.  Yep, time to call it a day, give up on the idea and head for the
bar.

   He moves his head back from the grating and steps down from his chair.

   Oh, just one last look, to be certain...

   Jesus!  As Stuart's eyes once again peer through the slots, Thia is
unbuttoning her blouse!  Oh, thank you, God!

   Still sitting on the chair, she slips the garment off altogether, folds
it neatly and places it on her jumper, on the floor to her side.  Oh God,
now she's undoing her bra!  Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!

   Oh this is unbelievable!  His impulsive plan has paid off incredibly
well, and fast.  Quiet, innocent-seeming little Thia is now naked above the
waist, her breasts fabulously on show, and don't they look fantastic?! 
They're such a nice shape and size (she's a 34C) and, well, just Wow!  She
looks so different when she's half-naked...

   Stuart's erection is sudden and strong.  Oh my God, what a great idea,
he congratulates himself, and doesn't Thia have a superb pair of boobs?!

   She's still sitting and chatting to the out of sight James, as she takes
off her shoes (revealing white or cream coloured socks) and places them
with her removed clothing.

   Stuart is almost beside himself with arousal and excitement: this
absolutely could not be going any better!

   A door clicks open, further up the corridor.  Quickly, he drops to the
seat and sits on it, trying his best to look as if it's a perfectly normal
thing to be doing, as the male, fellow-student passes him, making for the
stairs.

   "Alright?" each asks of the other.

   To Stuart's relief, that's it and the corridor is empty again. 
Nevertheless, he dashes to the stairwell to check it's clear, before
rushing back again.  Phew!

   His eyes return to the exciting slots of delight.

   Oh joy, oh absolute joy!  Thia is now standing up and stepping out of
her comfy trousers.  She has on white panties and an unfeasibly long pair
of cream socks that cover almost the entire length of her legs.

   James is still out of sight, but the huge, high-voltage sex-charge of
seeing Thia - quiet, reserved little Thia - just in long, bum-high socks
and her pants, and looking totally, unexpectedly, thoroughly sexual and
fuckable has Stuart squeezing his own hardness in response.

   As she walks over to the bed, the material of her thin, white pants
flows about her buttocks which themselves are almost skimming the tops of
those socks.  Wow!

   Then she flattens and smooths the bedding before turning towards her
still-hidden boyfriend.  This is utterly incredible!  Thia now faces
Stuart's gaze directly and a frisson of fear runs through him as she seems
to look directly at the grating.

   Keeping perfectly still, he nevertheless continues enjoy the view.  Thia
looks incredibly, sizzlingly fantastic, her hips now parked at an angle as
she slumps her weight onto one leg while chatting to James.

   Finally, James appears in view.  Completely naked, he slips past Thia to
lie on the bed behind her, manifestly ready for action.  She kneels, kisses
him on lips and penis, and then gently, slowly strokes her outstretched
fingers up and down his erection a few times before standing and walking
the few steps back to the chair.  She wriggles her pants downwards, steps
out of them and stoops to place them tidily with her other clothes.

   Then she straightens up again, presenting Stuart with a straight-on view
of her long-socked nakedness, those beautifully sized and shaped breasts
and a striking, neat little triangle of deepest black bush.  She then turns
around and returns to the bed, her bum moving in the most deliciously
sexual dance of erotic girl-ness as her buttocks bob above the sock tops.

   Again she kneels beside James, who has his hands behind his head.  Her
bum now nestles on her heels as she supports herself on her hands, pressed
to the floor beside her knees.  Leaning forwards, she takes James'
stiffness in her mouth and makes him squirm as her tongue and lips busy
themselves upon it.

   Stuart can barely believe his eyes, nor the spectacular success of his
spur of the moment idea.  However, the main thing on his mind is simply the
eye-popping, unexpected sex appeal of Thia sans clothes.  The shape of her
body, her figure, her breasts, her bum...  they are just not what he would
have expected from a girl who seems to like to be unnoticed and blend into
the background.

   And then there's that dark little bush!  He has seen Thia's tits, bum
and bush!  Now that's got to be a success in anybody's book.

   He starts to become lost in his thoughts and has to jolt himself back to
reality, suddenly aware that his mind is wandering when he ought to be
savouring the scene.

   Thia climbs onto the bed and lies alongside, and then on top of, James.
She wriggles around a bit and then they hold each other in a tight embrace,
their bodies in full-length contact, locking eyes and then lips.  His arms
are around her waist, but then he moves his hands downwards to stroke,
caress and hold that pert, biteable bottom of hers.

   An uncomfortable, guilty feeling of intruding arises in Stuart's mind, a
recognition of the wrongness of the situation he's created, but it's not
sufficient to stop him.  Far from it - he's actually considering pulling
off the corridor side of the grating altogether for an even easier view. 
No, it's not worth the risk nor the lasting evidence of interference, he
realises.

   Thia turns over and sits between James' legs, facing away from him, to
peel off those long, long socks.  Once completely bare, she steps down from
the bed and places them on top of her other clothes.

   Now one hundred percent nude, as she straightens up again she's forever
imprinted upon Stuart's mind in all her naked entirety.  Who would have
expected her to look like that?  Like THAT?!  What he wouldn't give to be
in James' place right now...

   The person who IS in James' place right now seems similarly
appreciative, and opens his arms to her as she returns to the bed and lies
on top of him again.  The two of them snuggle and squirm at each other for
more long moments, before she frees herself and sits to his side, on the
edge of the bed.

   Reaching to the bedside cabinet, she slides open the drawer and removes
a small box from it, extracts a condom packet and replaces the box in the
drawer, which she then recloses.  Once she's carefully torn open the
packet, she pulls the rolled condom from it and puts the foil packet on top
of the cabinet.

   Now she kneels on the bed, between James' open legs.  Taking hold of his
erection half way down with her left hand, she delicately places the condom
on his engorged tip.

   Stuart's mind jumps into James' head, and he feels a huge, surging wave
of additional, bursting arousal as Thia carefully unfurls the latex
covering along the length of his rigid member.  While doing this, her
tongue pokes jokily from the side of her mouth.  Oh God, she's so cute.

   Precautions now in place, she lies on her back to one side and James
turns to face her, reaching his hand between her legs.  She pokes the knee
that's furthest from him out, sideways from the bed to facilitate the
access he needs.

   "I'm a bloody genius!" thinks Stuart to himself, wondering why tonight's
illicit deed has not occurred to him before - quite often he's heard the
sounds of physical pleasures coming from across the corridor.  Right now,
it's all very quiet, though.

   As Stuart continues to watch intently, James now changes position so
that he's kneeling on the bed.  With her assistance, he slides and
manoeuvres Thia in such a way as to position her legs either side of him,
and she shuffles her head up onto the pillows.

   "Oh, wow!" Stuart thinks, as he anticipates the impending spectacle.

   He's not disappointed: James places his face between her legs and within
moments the noises start, as she sighs and moans, stretching her legs as
wide apart as they will go and rocking her head backwards and forwards as
the intensity of the lingually-administered stimulation floods into her.

   Before long, she starts to writhe about and she turns her head from side
to side repeatedly as the intensifying pleasure seems to stupefy and then
overcome her.

   The clandestine spectator has been holding his breath, concentrating so
hard upon Thia's ongoing, overt and immense sexual rapture that at times he
almost shares it.  A few minutes ago, he was in James' head, but he has
somehow now slipped into hers and although he cannot see exactly what James
is doing down there in her firebox, her ecstatic enjoyment of the results
is powerfully communicative and the sensations she conveys affect his own
genitals absolutely irresistibly.

   However, although he's inside Thia's head, her own mind is elsewhere. 
Hers is being swept helplessly downstream in an overpowering, sexual
torrent.  She drowns willingly in the flood as she thunders towards her
looming Niagara Falls.  Then she is cruelly swept straight over the edge,
falling, flailing, drenched, gasping and struggling for air as her orgasm
erupts within her eager genitals and explodes throughout her entire body,
hurling her down the waterfall of unendurable ecstacy and smashing her,
breathless, broken and almost destroyed, into the churning water below.

   Through his trousers, Stuart grips his excited, solid, swollen rod as he
watches Thia's body convulse and writhe, her legs around James' neck, as
she cries out, then gasps and moans, the bed creaking and groaning along
with her.  The sounds are familiar to him, but the visual scene is beyond
what he had imagined; the physical manifestation of her orgasm being almost
beyond belief.  As her back arches from the bed, James' head follows her
sex organs on their upward trajectory as he continues his task.  Then she
lands with an audible thump and stretches her legs out into the air, where
they tremble and jolt.  Her head threshes from side to side and further
helpless noises of gleefully accepted ravishment pour from her mouth
unresisted.

   Moving back just a little from the grating in order to slide a hand into
his trousers and directly stimulate his penis, which has been set aflame
with sexual urgency by his witnessing of Thia's rapturous, orgasmic,
cunnilingual plight, Stuart can now think only of his own, fierce sexual
arousal.  He masturbates furiously while his eyes gorge on the sight of her
still-writhing, naked body, and he marvels at her feral and energetic
enjoyment of the orgasmic ictus afflicting her.

   However, he has overlooked his rather precarious situation - in stepping
back (and with his masturbatory hand occupied and somewhat trapped within
his trousers), he accidentally destabilises the chair, then tips it away
from the door and falls backwards to the floor.  As he falls, two things
happen.  First, despite the surprise and the need to save himself, he tries
his utmost not to allow the chair to rock forward and strike James' door:
he succeeds.

   Unfortunately for him, the second thing is something unforeseen.  As he
lands heavily on the floor of the corridor (it's carpeted, but very
thinly), the scissors within his pocket impale his thigh.  The sudden pain
is enough to spoil his desperate attempts to land quietly: "Ow!  Shit!" he
cries out, loudly.

   Quickly, and despite the pain, he grabs the chair and all but throws it
and himself back into his own bedroom.  He's injured not just his thigh,
but a shoulder too, so heavy was his fall, as he had struggled to free his
occupied hand to protect himself.

   He closes his door as quietly as he can and, enduring the pain, just
sits on the floor and waits.  When it's clear that James' door has remained
closed, he stands up and drops his trousers to investigate the injury to
his thigh.

   Surely they must have heard him?  Musn't they?  Mind you, with Thia in
such a state, she probably wouldn't have noticed the massed bands of the
Household Division if they had been marching right past her...

   Stuart chuckles: that little Thia is quite the performer.  He wonders if
she realises it herself, or if she's really as oblivious to it all as she
seems to be.

   His leg has been punctured, but it's only a small wound.  However, it's
going to be the mother of all bruises.  His shoulder feels painful, but
things could be worse.

   There's still no sound of James' door having been opened; neither of
them seems to be investigating the noise.  Too busy making their own,
probably...

   Oh, what a fantastic thing he's witnessed.  Not only has he seen Thia
stark naked, but also in full, orgasmic flight.  It's all so very
unexpected; her breasts, her bum, her legs, those socks..., her furry
little bush, her gorgeous figure, her stupendous orgasm.  He's not going to
forget that lot in a hurry.  Or ever.

   But now...  should he stay here in his room and relieve the enormous
sexual pressure that's built up between his own legs, or sneak another look
at what they're up to?  He pulls his trousers back up and opens his door a
little.  The bed in the opposite room is squeaking again...

   Back up on his chair and with his eyes to the vent once more, he sees
that Thia has staged something of a miraculous recovery and is currently
flat on her back again while James powers into her.  Her legs are in the
air, but then they grasp him around the waist as he reaches his own mammoth
climax, falling upon her as he fires his barrage into her voracious vagina.

   They kiss, and then lie together, embracing each other tightly again. 
After a while, James withdraws himself and disappears from Stuart's view,
presumably to dispose of the evidence.

   After taking a further prolonged, penis-taunting view of Thia's
nakedness as she lies full-length on the bed, Stuart returns to his room.

   His own sexual release is quick and explosive: a memorably massive
orgasm being the immediate, but astonishingly productive and messy, reward
for his daring exploits.

   Now he's caused himself a problem.  His dangerous endeavour tonight was
so spectacularly successful (and Thia...  oh, good God, Thia is so
eye-poppingly hot with her kit off and it was such a turn on to see her
hitting such a huge one...), that he knows he cannot, must not, WILL not
leave it there.

   The following day, he spots James emerging from his room and makes a
point of speaking to him on some pretext about his car.  James invites him
in.  Not a word is mentioned about Stuart's pained cry the previous
evening. Furthermore, the vent above James' door is still open; presumably
neither voyeuree has noticed or maybe they think nothing of it.

   He looks around James' room, noting the layout of the areas unseen and
looking for some inspiration with which to continue the conversation. 
Above the bed is a small poster of a rabbit.

   "What's with the rabbit?" he asks.  It does seem a bit out of place
among several posters of sports cars.

   "Oh...  ha ha!" I'm not sure you really want to know," James replies.

   "Oh, you mean there's an actual, particular reason?" continues Stuart,
"No, really, what's that about?"

   "You really want to know?"

   "Well, yeah, of course I do now..."

   "Well it's sort of a little joke about Thia."

   "Huh?  How's that then?" - the mention of Thia grabs Stuart's full
attention.

   "Well..." says James, slightly reluctantly, "Well...  for heaven's sake
don't ever tell her I've told you, but I often tease her by telling her
she..."

   "She what?"

   "Well...  she fucks like a bunny!  Ha ha.  Really...  don't ask!"

   "Oh, I see!  Ha ha.  Enthusiastic, you mean?  Always the quiet ones,
hey...?"

   "Yes."

   That evening, Thia is back.  Stuart's back too, perhaps feeling less
nervous than he ought to, emboldened by his previous success.  The grating
is still open, so there's little for him to do except watch, enjoy and
manually self-stimulate.

   Thia's doing the work tonight, it seems; still fully dressed but
attending orally to James by kneeling at the side of the bed again, while
he sits naked upon it.

   After watching for a while, it's obvious she's taking her time with it,
so again Stuart considers calling it quits and hitting the student bar. 
However, once more such thinking proves premature, as she eventually stands
up and James swivels so as to lie on his back on the bed.  As Thia
undresses methodically, James seems to look directly at the over-door
grille.  Oh oh!

   The watcher keeps perfectly still; the corridor is not well lit, so
hopefully James won't spot anything untoward.

   Seemingly, he doesn't, instead diverting his gaze to his disrobing
girlfriend, who soon rejoins him on the bed, before enveloping his erection
in a condom just as she did the evening before.

   The two hold each other tightly for a while, and then Thia adopts a head
down, bum up position so that James can mount her from behind.  The bed
squeaks and groans in time with his thrusts for a few minutes, but then he
pulls away and she - familiar with the routine - moves so as to come at him
from above.

   Suddenly, she's crackling with passionate energy again and is soon
bouncing about on his fortunate tool for all she's worth, her breasts along
for the ride and wearing an expression that flips between girlish mischief
(that exaggerated, tongue's tip poking from the corner of her mouth thing)
and a nose-wrinkling, lip-biting fiercer one.

   James feels as if his penis is trapped in a milking machine!  Not only
is she twisting and bouncing upon it, but her vagina has a tight hold of
him; it squeezes and stretches him up to and beyond the point of
ejaculation.

   Stuart, watching undisturbed, is even more baffled than before at the
difference between the Thia he thought he knew - the one he bumped into on
the stairs yesterday - and this naked, rampant, fuckable little sex-minx,
who smiles impishly while delivering the kind of ferocious sexual
entertainment that could set fire to boyfriend and bed!

   James is finished, but she is not.  Letting him free from her vagina,
she lies beside him and takes hold of his hand, a finger or two of which
she rubs between her own legs for a while, before he takes over to finish
the job.

   Again, she lifts her bottom from the bed as her orgasm storms upon her.
Then her body comes back down and her legs shoot out and stretch rigidly
into the air as she gasps and moans her way through another crescendo of
ultimate sexual sensations.

   Stuart, his fingers again upon his own desperate sex organ, aquiesces to
the inevitable.  He comes almost in synchrony with Thia, which is
fortunate, as her yelps and cries easily drown out his own involuntary,
orgasmic vocalisation.

   He gets down from his vantage point and quickly returns, with the chair,
to his room, where he falls upon his bed, tears off his clothes and
repeatedly pushes his unsoftened erection at the mattress.  He's unable to
come again so soon, but the thought of Thia, her naked body and her sexual
antics produces two further, fantastic orgasms for him later that night.

   Next morning, as he leaves his room, he notices that the grating above
James' door has been closed.  Oh oh...

   With that, and the unanswered questions that the now-closed vent creates
in Stuart's mind, the voyeuring is brought to an end: he dare not risk it
again, but the memories will last a lifetime.

   In subsequent years, he very often replays those two fantastic nights to
himself in his head, but he always wonders...  did they know?