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Authors name: Big T (gthomas@rocketmail.com)
Story title : The Shed - A Place Where Dreams Came True
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The Shed - A Place Where Dreams Came True
By Big T (gthomas@rocketmail.com)
***
An only son playing in his tree house when he notices
the neighbor's pretty teenage daughter walk by her
bedroom window with no shirt on. His voyeuristic
passions build from that one brief sighting.
***
The "shed" that was what my father called the old
building way back in the corner of our 3 acre yard.
Actually I think it probably started its life as a horse
barn. It was made of old rough sawn lumber with a sheet
iron roof. Dad thought it had been put up at the same
time as the house we lived in, which we knew had been
built around the turn of the century and had been part
of a large farm once.
Through the years the old shed had definitely seen a lot
of different uses, chicken coop, yard tool storage,
workshop and finally as a place to store old furniture
from the house and a place for me to play. My dad had
put a wooden floor into the old building one summer when
my mom's aunt had died and left a lot of old furniture,
which my mother wanted to keep.
Mom was kind of a pack rat and insisted that the stuff
she took out of our house and the extra stuff from her
aunt's be stored and not thrown out or given away. Dad
had, resisted the idea at first, not knowing where to
put the "Her" stuff, complaining that all that junk
would end up just rotting away. Mom was also pretty
insistent and finally they agreed that if dad could put
a floor into the old building that she could put all the
extra stuff in the shed.
So with its new wooden floor, the shed became a place to
store junk, old luggage, steamer chests, couch, chairs,
mattress and bed frame, whatever my mom felt needed to
be kept. Dad and I would obediently move whatever needed
to be moved into the shed, he carried the big stuff and
I carried the little things, over the years the place
became literally crammed full.
I'm an only child raised by parents that were themselves
only children. The aunt whose stuff she inherited raised
my mother. His parents raised my father, but they were
in their late thirties when he was born and I never met
them, they died when I was a little baby.
What this all meant for me was that I was pretty much a
loner and spent most of my summers just hanging out
around our house. Sure, I had a few school friends but I
did not see them much when school was out. Out of
necessity I became very good at entertaining myself.
I was a good kid, did not roam the neighborhood or run
with anyone that would get me into trouble. Later, in my
early teenage years, I think that I was almost a total
recessive personality and became very painfully shy. To
some degree I think that spending so much time alone was
bad for me, but now it is way to late to worry about
that. But as a kid that old shed became the center of my
world and I spent a lot of time playing around it.
I liked the shed and used it as a fort, a hideout, a
jailhouse, whatever my imagination came up with each
day. There was a big old oak tree that grew right next
to the shed. It was huge, it's big limbs spreading like
a canopy completely shaded the old shed ensuring that it
was always cool inside even though it had a tin roof.
Somebody had cut a hole in the roof and made a trap door
to covered hole. The hole was probably cut in the roof
when someone needed to tie a rope to the old tree to
pull an engine from a car or lift something heavy. With
all the junk in the shed a skinny kid, like me, could
squeeze his way up on top of the junk; open the door to
climb out on the roof and eventually working my way up
into the tree.
From up in the tree I could see the whole neighborhood
and it was a great place to set and watch everything
happening in the yards all around us. I dragged a few
old boards up into the tree and made a small tree house
by nailing them across a couple of big limbs. I would go
out to my fort and play for hours. Mom never seemed to
mind, and dad, who spent most of his time working
anyway, never seemed to notice. I guess he figured that
I was just like any other kid and did what was normal.
My mom, just like all mom's back then, collected green
stamps. Every time she bought groceries, or clothing, or
whatever, she always insisted that she buy at stores
that gave green stamps. She usually used her stamp books
at Christmas time, to get those little things that she
did not usually have the extra cash to buy.
One summer, just before I turned 12 years old, she
decided she had more than enough green stamps to get all
the things for Christmas and she used one book of her
stamps to get me a pair of binoculars. They were really
not very good binoculars, by today's standards, but for
a kid of 11 years old, they sure were exciting to me.
They were made of plastic and were bright yellow, I
carried them with me everywhere I went, hanging around
my neck on the thin leather strap that came with them.
They certainly made it much easier to watch what was
going on around the neighborhood from my precarious
perch way up in the tree. I know that those toy
binoculars were the beginning of my becoming a true
voyeur and I can even remember the time when it all
started.
The old shed was located almost as far away from the
house as it could be and still be on our property, way,
way, back in the corner of the yard, and we had a big
yard. I think the old doctor who built the shed probably
used the yard as a small pasture for his horse.
Dad had said a couple of times that he thought the
houses on each side of us had probably been built on
land that had once been part of our place, since both
houses had almost as big a yard as we did. But anyway,
with the shed way back on the lot and the neighbor's
high wooden fence right next to it, I could set up in
the tree and see the neighbor's entire backyard.
One day I was setting up in the tree, playing Indian
lookout, watching all around the neighborhood for Indian
smoke signals, when by accident I scanned across the
back of the neighbor's house and I suddenly realized
that I could see right in the back windows of almost
every room.
For some strange reason that I still don't understand,
it was kind of exciting to look through the windows,
even though that first time the neighbors must not have
been home because there was no one in any of the rooms
at the back.
The neighbors were people about my mother and dad's age,
their last name was Connors, and they had a couple of
kids, but their kids were a older than me. They had a
boy and girl, Kevin who was 16 and Laura who was 18 and
had graduated from High school.
Since they were both so much older than me, they never
paid any attention to me, what teenager wants to have
anything to do with a kid my age. I would see them every
now and then, usually when we all got on the school bus
when school was in, but the first time I realized I
could look into their house was in the middle of the
summer, so I hardly ever saw them.
Their house was a two-story affair, with windows in the
upstairs rooms, which were bedrooms, with a bathroom in
the middle. The downstairs was a bedroom, kitchen and
livingroom. Using my binoculars I could see right into
all these rooms, no problem at all, since the curtains
were always pulled back.
I guess Mrs. Connors liked sunshine in the rooms and she
put up curtains that kind of pulled back and tied to the
side of the window. I also think that since they had the
high wooden fence all around their back yard that they
did not need to be very careful to maintain their
privacy. It sure made it fun for me to set up in that
tree and watch.
The upstairs rooms were just about the same level as my
perch in the tree and I could look directly into the
rooms. The windows were built so that the bottom was
just about thigh high, so I could not see where the beds
were located in the rooms. I fixed that, but only after
the first time I got to watch someone in the house and
that someone was Laura.
I was setting up in the tree, with my binoculars around
my neck, when I noticed movement in the window of the
upstairs bathroom. Now that I think about it, it is kind
of strange that a bathroom would have clear glass in it,
but just like all the other rooms the bathroom window
was not covered, the curtains were pulled back and tied.
Anyway I caught just a flicker of color in the bathroom
window and immediately pulled the binoculars up to watch
the window. The sight was far from what I expected,
although, I really don't know what I expected to see
then. Hay I was only 11 years old, what is an 11 year
old expecting when he sets in his tree?
Anyway, right there, perfectly in focus was a naked
body, a female naked body; at least what I could see was
naked. It was Laura and she was standing side ways to
the window, a perfect profile.
The bathroom window was smaller than the ones in the
bedrooms and I was not sure what she was doing, later I
learned that she was looking in the mirror which was
mounted on the wall she was facing. She was doing her
face, putting on make-up.
Every now and then she would look down, pick up
something or other and then put her hand to her face, do
a little work on her face and then go on to the next
thing. Several times she leaned forward, to get closer
to the mirror I guess and then straighten back up. She
was nude from the waist up and I could clearly see her
breasts as she moved back and forth.
She spent at least 30 minutes in the bathroom doing her
make-up and I watched the whole thing. The astonishing
thing was that I got really excited, a whole new kind of
excitement, I was shaking and nervous. As I watched I
became scared that she would see me up in the tree. I
got so scared I was afraid to move and just sat totally
frozen, shaking to the bottom of my heart. It was almost
a relief when she turned away from the window and
disappeared.
Finally I worked up the courage to move and immediately
tried to climb down from the tree, almost falling in the
process, I was shaking so bad I could not get my feet to
stand steadily on the tree limbs. I was scared to death.
I don't know why, I just felt like what I was doing
would definitely get me into serious trouble if I got
caught.
I finally made it back down to the roof of the shed and
scooted my butt in through the trapdoor as fast as I
could. I sat on top of the junk for a long time,
thinking about what I had just seen, getting excited,
then scared, excited then scared. I was totally
mesmerized by what I had just seen.
After awhile I stopped shaking and decided that I should
go in to the house. But as soon as I opened the door to
the shed I was suddenly scared again. It was the
strangest feeling I have ever had. I was afraid to go
outside, afraid that Laura might see me in the yard and
know that I had been up in the tree watching her.
It is actually funny today, but once I got up the
courage to leave the shed, I got over next to the fence
and kind of sneaked my way all along the fence until I
thought I was close enough to the my house that Laura
could not see me.
When I got into my house, my mother was in the kitchen
and she saw me.
Again I was scared to death, why the heck, I don't know,
but I was. Moms are very sensitive to what is normal and
what is not, and she instantly sensed that something was
wrong. She looked at me and asked me what I had been up
to. I was speechless for what to say and she got even
more curious and came over to me. I was scared shitless.
I just knew that she'd seen me up in the tree, even
though it was impossible for her to see where I'd been
from our house anyway. Finally out of desperation I told
her that I broke one of the old lamps in the shed. She
looked at me like I was a dead duck, kind of a disgusted
look on her face, but then she told me to be careful and
not cut myself on the broken glass.
I realized then that she really didn't care too much for
the junk in the shed anyway and only wanted me to not
hurt myself. I told her that I would be careful but that
I needed to clean up the glass. I got a paper sack out
of the shelf and went hurrying back out to the shed; I
had to make it look like I was doing what I said I
would.
I went back out to the shed, this time I just walked
straight across the yard, not worried that Laura might
see me. I went in the shed, picked out one of the old
lamps, threw it on the floor and then picked up all the
pieces and put then in the sack. I then sat the sack in
the corner figuring that one of these days mom might
come out and check to see if I had actually broken
something. I need not have been so careful, that lamp
sat in the corner for a long time after that and no one
ever looked at it.
I was obsessed with what I had seen. I didn't really
understand what it was that made me so excited. I was
only 11 years old. I didn't know a thing about sex; I'd
never even heard the word much less understand what I
was seeing. All I really knew was that it made me very
excited when I thought about Laura.
After thinking about it for a couple of days I thought I
wanted to see more, but I was very much afraid of
getting caught up in the tree with my binoculars. I
don't know why I was suddenly so afraid and it was sort
of disconcerting to me. I'd spent literally hours up in
the tree before I saw Laura and I never even gave it a
thought. But now, I was scared of going up the tree with
my binoculars.
I thought about it and finally decided that even if I
did get caught what could they do? I'd been up there a
hundred times and no one ever said a thing. So back up
the tree I went, binoculars around my neck. But it was
different this time; I was shaking again with excitement
about the possibility of seeing Laura. I decided I
wanted very badly to see her again. I don't think I ever
climbed that tree as fast as I climbed it that time.
I got up to my tree house and immediately begin scanning
the windows in the Connors house. I was very, very
disappointed, there was no one in any of the rooms as
far as I could see. Looking closely through my
binoculars I saw that I could not see below the window
line from where I was and realized that if I climbed up
just a few more feet in the tree that I could look down
into the rooms. With a little bit of climbing I got a
little higher up the tree, but my view of the Connors
house was obscured by tree limbs and leaves, but I got a
surprise from where I was at I had a clear view of my
house.
Bringing the binoculars up, sure enough I could see
directly into our house. My mother was in the kitchen
and I could see her as she moved about the room,
sometimes disappearing from view as she moved away from
the kitchen window.
I watched her for about 10 minutes before she
disappeared for quite awhile. I scanned on across the
back of the house and could see the windows, but I did
not have a very clear view into any of the rooms, my mom
was much more conservative than the Connors were about
closing off any views into the house from outside.
I sat there watching the house and thought that maybe I
should just get down and go into the house and open them
up, that way I could check out the view from up in the
tree.
I began to climb down from the tree and had almost made
it to the top of the old shed when I heard the sound of
a door slamming. Glancing in the direction of the sound,
I was happy to see that Laura was home after all. She
had come out of the back door and was carrying a box
toward the side of the house. She was obviously carrying
something out to put in the garbage bin.
I flipped up the binoculars and watched her. She had on
a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I watched as she
carried the trash on over to the bin and dropped it in.
She turned and went back into the house, never even
noticing me even though I am sure that she could easily
have seen me if she'd looked toward me.
I turned and quickly climbed back up the tree getting to
my tree house, I quickly lay down in a prone position
and got the binoculars up just in time to see her as she
moved across the kitchen toward the livingroom. She
continued on across the livingroom and disappeared from
my sight.
I continued to watch the downstairs area thinking that
soon she would reappear, but she didn't. Finally just as
I was getting ready to give up and put the binoculars
down, I saw her in one of the upstairs bedrooms.
She was obviously doing her chores. I watched as she
made the bed, the covers flipping up into view as she
shook them and then walked back and forth around the bed
as she made it. It didn't take her but a few minutes to
make the bed. She was working at a pretty fast pace and
I thought that she probably was rushing around to get
everything done as fast as she could.
Just as soon as she got the bed done. She turned and sat
down on the edge of the bed. Again from my position in
the tree I did not have a very good view of the bed, so
all I could really see of her was about from the waist
up.
She sat there for a minute or two to catch her breath
and then quickly crossed her arms and pulled the white
t-shirt up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and I
watched her tits jiggle just a little as she threw the
t-shirt on to the floor. She sat there for a minute
running her hands upward and kind of pushing her breasts
around.
Initially I thought that she was trying to cool down
from all the fast work she'd been doing around the room.
However, after a few minutes of watching her I realized
that she was spending way too much time pushing her
breasts around to be just trying to cool off.
I was getting kind of shaky inside and felt a tightness
begin deep in my belly. Almost by themselves my hips
pressed hard into the boards and I felt a whole new very
nice feeling begin to grow in my penis.
I didn't even realize until I pressed into the boards
that my penis was hard. Sure I'd had a hard-on before,
what kid hasn't but up until then I never knew that
pressing on my hard penis would feel good. The longer I
lay there and watched Laura the more I pressed my penis
into the boards on which I laid and the better the
feeling felt. I was realizing a whole new thing about
myself, it felt great and I did not want the feeling to
stop.
Laura continued to set on the bed playing with her
breasts and it dawned on me that what she was doing must
feel good to her too. I lay there hoping that what she
was doing to herself felt as good as what I was doing to
myself and I did not want her to stop. It was a
wonderful thing to me and I still remember her moving
her breast all around like it happened only yesterday,
but that was not the only thing Laura did that day.
I continued to watch her and pretty soon, she stood up
and quickly pushed her shorts down and kind of kicked
them away. I saw something then that really made me
shake, her belly down low had hair on it, at least I
thought it was hair, not a lot but just a enough to be
visible from where I was laying on the boards in the
tree house.
I don't know why, but I sort of expected her to get back
on the bed, but she didn't, she stood up right at the
foot of the bed and continued to feel her body. Not just
her breasts now, but also the whole front of her body.
One hand she kept near her breasts, but the other one
she put down between her legs and held it there. I could
see that she was exactly hold the hand between her legs
still; she seemed to be moving it from side to side in a
really fast kind of jiggling motion.
It was absolutely the most amazing thing I had ever
seen. She kept on moving her hand back and forth in that
jiggling motion and now was actually of pulling on her
the pointed end of her breasts and I mean really
pulling. Each time she pulled on her breast, the whole
thing kind of got point and long, se was pulling real
hard.
Holding the binoculars steady against my eyes became
really difficult. Each time I pushed my penis into the
boards the feelings were so strong that I actually would
shake through my whole body. As I watched her, I
wondered what it would feel like if I pulled on my penis
like she was pulling on her breasts.
I decided to give it a try and tried to hold the
binoculars to my eyes while pushing my hand down in
front of me between the boards and my body. I had to
kind of raise my hips up, but pretty soon I got my hand
inside of my pants and began to squeeze my penis. It was
the most wonderful feeling and I began to rub and pull
at the same time.
By this time Laura was really working herself over fast
and hard. Pushing her hand deeper and deeper between her
legs and pulling her breasts harder and harder. I
watched as she spread her feet apart a little and she
began kind of squatting down toward the floor and
pushing her hips forward at the same time and she began
to shake all over. She had her head thrown back and her
whole face was kind of slack with her mouth open.
I felt a hard pressure begin to build deep inside of me
and I began to rub my penis harder and harder. It was
like the building of fire inside of me, the harder I
rubbed myself the better it felt. It was like I was
riding on a roller coaster and going down a really steep
part, a deep surging sensation building inside of me.
Still I intently watched Laura, her bucking increasing
in tempo until she seemed to freeze in place, shaking
and trembling all over. The shaking continued for about
30 seconds and ended with a big sigh. She took her hand
from between her legs, lifting it toward her face, and
seemed to be smelling her fingers. She even put the same
fingers into her mouth and sucked on them for a second
or two.
The entire time Laura was doing herself, I kept rubbing
with more and more vigor and when she put her fingers
into her mouth sometime new and entirely different
happened to me. My whole body seemed to go stiff and the
tingling feeling in my penis seemed to just take off by
its self. It felt great, I wanted it to keep going, but
it didn't last for but just a few seconds.
I did not realize it, but I had just masturbated for the
first time. I liked it, but I didn't really feel like
continuing to watch Laura, even though she was still in
view. It was kind of like I needed to sneak away and I
felt like I had done something really bad.
I slowly moved away from the edge of the tree house and
sat with my back against the tree trunk. Then I began
the long slow climb down from the tree. I didn't even
notice if Laura was still in the bedroom or if she might
have seen me. I just wanted to get down out of the tree,
I felt really tired and kind of sleepy even.
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