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Archive name: Peeper1.txt
Authors name: Michael (mylifeok@hotmail.com)
Story Title : Confessions Of A Peeper I
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PART 1 OF 3
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I grew up in the sprawling, upper middle class
suburbs of NY. At the age of 14, I became more and more
focused on two major subject - sports and sex. Sex soon
took preference over sports.
I spent many an afternoons and early evenings
playing in my backyard as well as around the neighbor-
hood. Our neighborhood was filled with very similar
families to ours - 2 or 3 kids, a father who worked at
a decent job and a mother, who spent much of her days
shopping and hanging out with her particular set of
friends. My mother was a card player. She played cards
with her girlfriends 2 or 3 times a week.
Somewhere in my 14th year, I accidentally
stumbled upon an activity which would, in a short time,
become my passion - peeping into windows around the
neighborhood. It happened quite by accident. I was out
in my backyard one evening. The sun had set and I was
just sort of hanging out, lost in my own thoughts. I
looked over at my next door neighbor's house with no
particular intention. I saw that their bedroom light
was on and the shade was not fully drawn down. I thought
to myself, "Hmmm. I wonder what I might see if I sneak
up to the window."
Now let me say that this particular neighbor was
not what you would call a beauty. In fact, she was down-
right ugly. She was fat and her face left much to be
desired. If I were to fantasize about fucking someone,
she would be the last one I would ever think about. But
the opportunity was there, and when opportunity knocks,
we must answer the call!
I slipped up undetected to the window and snuck
a quick peek. She was in there! She was fully dressed,
but just the idea of watching someone while they didn't
know it was very exciting to me. I watched for a few
minutes. She went into the bathroom and I lost sight of
her. I waited a couple of minutes and then I was
rewarded for my patience. She came out of the bathroom
and her tits were exposed. She was wearing a girdle and
her fat rolls were hanging over the edge of her girdle.
She did have huge tits, though. I stared at her with
delight. She did a few things in the bedroom as I
watched those big tits shake from side to side. I was
enthralled. I didn't see much more of her that night,
but the bug had bit me. If I could see this fat old
bitch, why couldn't I peep at some of the many women in
the neighborhood who I really wanted to see? I didn't
realize just how easy it would be. I began to make plans
for the following night.
I hate to admit it, but that night I went up to
my room and jacked off thinking about that fat, ugly
bitch next door. Yeah, she was ugly, but I had seen my
first live tits and I was really turned on by it, after-
all I was 14 and a male.
I couldn't wait for darkness to fall the follow-
ing evening. Now, my neighborhood was filled with nice
homes. There must have been over a hundred in all. There
were lots of windows to peek into. I wondered how many
of them had slightly open shades, or blinds, or some way
to get a peek at some good looking women.
Finally, that next night came. My parents were
pretty lenient with me and let me pretty much be on my
own. It was summer and I usually stayed out until 9 or
10 o'clock, giving me a good hour or so to do some
serious peeping. I took a walk around the block that
night, with an eye towards a bedroom window with a light
on. I found one. It was the Grace's house. Mrs. Grace
was in her late 30's and she was pretty good looking.
She was slim and always dressed nicely. She was pretty
sexy. I slipped between houses, unnoticed. I crept up
to the window. Sure enough, the blinds were only par-
tially closed.
As I later found out, many, many windows were
like this. I suppose these people never even thought
about someone peeping in their windows. Maybe, I
thought, they did it on purpose. Maybe they WANTED some
kid like me to get his rocks off sneaking peeks at their
naked bodies.
I looked inside Mrs. G's bedroom. They were both
in there, lying in bed. Mr. G was a fat, bald guy. I
never really liked him and I wondered why she was with a
jerk like him. He was lying there in his boxer shorts,
his fat belly sticking out. She was wearing some kind of
housecoat. It had slid up her legs. I could ALMOST make
out her pussy, but it was more imagination than anything
else. I made a decision to wait there to see if she
would get undressed. There were some bushes around the
side of the house and I felt I was pretty safe hiding
out there. I'd sneak a peek every couple of minutes to
see if she had gotten up. It must have been at least a
half hour and I was getting ready to depart when she
finally got up. She said something to him, I couldn't
hear through the closed window, but I could see she
wasn't real happy with him. She kept looking towards
him, her lips moving as she started to take off her
housedress. I watched with baited breath as she slipped
it off to reveal a tanned, pretty body with her bra and
panties on. Her back was to me as I watched her. Her
hands slipped behind her and undid the bra as it fell
limply to the floor. "Turn around! Turn around!" I
silently pleaded with her. She slipped off her panties,
still turned towards him. Her ass was real nice. White
as snow against the tanned body.
She bent down to pick up her underwear and I
could see her tits swaying as she did. They weren't as
big as my fat neighbor's, but they were nice. Real nice!
I watched and waited.
She yelled something at him and then turned
quickly and headed for the bathroom. It wasn't nearly
enough time to take in all of the magnificence of that
naked body. I did, however, get the briefest of glimpses
of her fantastic cunt though. I had never seen a real,
live cunt before and hers was beautiful. I can still
see it before me, even after all these years.
She went into the bathroom and I could hear the
door slam. I waited awhile to see of she was still naked
when she came out, but to my dismay, she had on a
nightgown. I had seen enough, though, to make my first
night of peeping a successful one.
Over the course of the next two years, I would
make many return visits to Mrs. Grace's window. On very
few occasions was I disappointed. The worst was when I
got to her window and the blinds were fully closed. Man,
was I pissed off!
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I began to make almost nightly forays around the
neighborhood. It got so I was able to make a sort of
schedule. I knew when someone would be getting undressed
because those wonderful ladies kept to an almost regular
schedule, at least during the week. Weekends were harder
because they would go out many times and I would be left
with nothing to see. I'd try and find a new woman every
night if I could, though sometimes I would spend my en-
tire time at one window, watching some pretty lady get
undressed...or even more.
I guess it was about the third week of my peep-
ing that I got to see somebody fucking. That was an
experience! Mr. and Mrs. Samuels. They were going at it
pretty strong as I watched and jerked myself off at
their window. He really fucked the shit out of her. I
had never seen people fucking before and tried to take
some lessons by watching them. Mostly, they were doing
it doggy style. She had a real tight little ass and he
fucked her silly.
I was building up my clientele slowly but
surely. In the two years or so that I was doing this, I
imagine that I saw 30 to 40 of my wonderful neighbors
naked. The amazing thing was that I never got caught.
Never even came close to being caught. I attribute it
to my great skill at being a peeping Tom. Maybe, though,
I was just lucky. I couldn't get enough of this activity
and found myself doing it more and more. I would get
real pissed off if, for some reason, I couldn't get out
to watch my "shows". I hated when it rained, although I
even managed to make a few trips in the rain.
I thought I had seen it all in the course of
that first year or so, but I was wrong. Every once in
awhile, I would get a glimpse of something new and
exciting. That first Summer turned to Fall. I turned 15.
Soon, Winter had arrived.
Continued in part 2...
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