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The Hapless Voyeur
by Silverspell (Silverspell@hotmail.com)
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Even blinded by lust the enormity of what I was doing
hit me like a blow. Here I was, hidden in a girl's
bedroom, about to wank over her semi-naked body. (MF,
mast, huml, voy)
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Heart hammering in my chest, I surveyed the flight of
stairs fearfully. I stood swathed in the comfortable
darkness of Harbor House, the last male boarding floor
of St. Mary's Public School. Ahead of me lay the gateway
to an unexplored country; Steeple House, home to over
forty teenage girls. Needless to say, at 18 years old,
this state of affairs weighed most heavily on my mind
(not to mention my trousers).
My nervousness was understandable, for I was about to
undertake a most difficult and perilous venture. My
objective? To invade the enemy territory and confront
them on their own ground. In short, I was a Peeping Tom,
although naturally I prefer the less damning label of
'voyeur'. Steeling myself, I walked boldly across the
Harbor landing and mounted the stairs.
Once inside, I paused for a moment to take stock of the
situation. Sunlight filtered down through windows in the
roof, and the air was full of the scent of perfume and
fresh linen. There was none of the bustle and laughter
that normally filled these corridors; this late in the
afternoon everyone was at games, essentially leaving the
floor to me.
I fought back a grin at the thought and walked to a
window to peer at the grounds below. Conscious of the
still considerable risk of being caught, I peered
surreptitiously over the windowsill, and got lost for a
moment in a parade of flesh on the grass; fine sinewy
thighs, white mini-skirts, sleeveless blouses, pink lips
and innocent eyes.
With extreme difficulty, I tore myself away from this
display and continued my journey, I had a specific
destination in mind. My mind now firmly on the business
at hand, I passed dormitories with hardly a glance. My
concern lay with the small two girl rooms allocated to
older members of the community. There it was, a
seemingly inconsequential door painted a bland
institution cream, bearing the small notice 'Alice
Masters and Joanna Hunt'. Joanna, my Joanna.
I slipped inside her room in a daze. We had barely
spoken since her recent arrival at the school, but I had
admired her from the moment I first laid eyes on her.
I'm not normally shy with girls; whilst I'm no male
model I'm certainly not homely and have nothing to be
ashamed of. Medium height and build, with short brown
hair and matching hazel eyes. As I said, nothing to be
ashamed of, but I found that I simply could not approach
her. Not that I have any delusions concerning her
purity, I hasten to add.
Joanna is no angel, and I've observed her with several
different boyfriends. But she was a vision of sexiness
even amongst the youthful beauty of the rest of the
school. Merely watching was quickly not enough, and I
had to explore her life further. So I chose to sneak
inside her room, and seek solace by invading her
privacy.
The room was covered in posters of the usual teenage
female variety; scantily clad muscular men, and the
occasional kitten or puppy. There were two beds pushed
against opposite walls, each covered with carelessly
thrown clothes. My breathing quickened slightly as I
observed a bra and panties strewn casually on the
covers. I sat down on the bed and picked them up for a
moment, running my fingers gently across the silky white
material. My cock stirred and pulsed to life at the
sensation, and I reached down to stroke the bulge in my
pants. I confess I was on the point of yielding to my
lust and getting my dick out then and there, but
something held me back. As it turned out, this momentary
hesitation was my salvation, for moments later I heard
movement outside. Panic washed over me, and I cast her
underwear aside and looked around desperately for a
hiding place. My choice was severely limited and in the
space of a few heartbeats I realized that there was
nothing for it but to slide under the bed. This I did
with all speed, just as Joanna strode into the room.
My heart almost stopped at the sight of her, for she was
at her most lovely. A lustrous halo of golden curls hung
about her shoulders, framing dark green eyes and full
pouting red lips. Her expression, slightly out of sorts,
told me she had been kicked off the hockey field for
flirting with the coach again. I smiled fondly; she was
ever insatiable.
Best of all was her clothing, the standard school games
kit. A tight white blouse strained to cover those
substantial rounded breasts. It was low cut and
unbuttoned, giving a clear view of the cleft between
those glorious tits. Long curvy legs vanished into a
short white mini-skirt that ended inches below her
waist. I strained my neck to see into the darkness
underneath, but sadly in vain.
Then, as if in direct answer to my thoughts, her hands
rose to the buttons of her blouse. My cock surged to
life again; she was getting undressed. Trainers and
socks were kicked off, and she set to work on the
blouse. In time that too fell to the floor, and she
casually unclasped her skirt and stood there before me.
My pulse pounded in my ears as I gazed at shapely
breasts, a tapering waist and a perfectly rounded
bottom. All that shielded her nakedness from me was a
skimpy white bra and panties. My hand clutched between
my legs, and I quietly unzipped my flies. My hard cock
sprang out, over six inches of hot hard uncircumcised
meat. I gripped it in my hand, and slid back the skin to
expose a bulbous helmet. Pre-cum beaded on my tip and I
gently massaged it into the sensitive flesh.
Even blinded by lust the enormity of what I was doing
hit me like a blow. Here I was, hidden underneath a
girl's bed, about to wank over her semi-naked body. I
would be expelled, reviled as a pervert by my
classmates. The humiliation would be unbearable, but I
could take no more. Tightening my grip on my cock, I
began to wank with short, hungry strokes. I wanted
nothing more than to cum in her presence.
Oh God, her bra fell to the floor next, and I quickened
the pace of my masturbation to a frenzy at the sight of
her ripe pink nipples against creamy flesh. Then the
panties, slowly sliding off of a delicious peach of an
arse and…there it was, the rumors were true! A perfectly
naked shaven pussy. This pushed me over the edge, I
managed a couple more frantic strokes and shot great
gouts of scolding cum over my fist. A low moan escaped
my lips, but failed to betray my presence.
I was still caught in the grip of a tumultuous orgasm,
and my buttocks thrust unconsciously, banging my
sensitive cock head against the springs of the bed above
me. I was still shooting spunk like a fire hydrant, and
a long line of cum joined my tip and the underside of
her bed. It was all over my trousers and the carpet, a
blanket of hot creamy seed. It was then that I lost my
mind completely and devilment took over. I reached out
to where her panties lay on the carpet next to me, and
clasped them against my cum drenched crotch.
I can honestly say I have never been so turned on in my
life as I wiped myself on this girl's underwear. The
rough lace edging dug into my blood gorged helmet,
causing me to thrust convulsively again and another
stream of spunk flooded out. The panties were a mess,
cold and sticky, but there was nothing for it but to put
them back where I found them, hoping she wouldn't look
to closely. Reaching out quickly again, I threw them
gently, and they landed with a soft wet sound at her
feet.
Then disaster. Joanna glanced downwards, and reached
towards my seed drenched parcel. She must have sensed my
presence by now! She held them up before her, and there
could be no doubt what had happened, I could smell the
musky scent of semen from her.
A strange smirk marred her features, and to my
amazement, she reached down and carefully slipped them
on. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips as the coldness
pressed against her skin, and they left a slimy trail on
her flesh as she drew them up her legs. I began to wank
again. She turned to face the bed, my cum smeared on her
legs and cunt, and looked down directly at me. There was
no escape, and I lay in silence on the floor, prick in
hand and covered in cum. The smirk broadened. "Is this
what you wanted to see?" she murmured in that deep
throaty voice of hers.
I stared back, unable to speak.
She laughed mockingly, touched a hand between her legs
and tasted my load. "Quite an amusing little show you
put on for me there boy, albeit rather blatant.
Honestly, whatever possessed you to hide under the bed?"
Again I was unable to answer, limp-dicked and flushed
red, squirming at her gaze. But words were unnecessary
at this point. Joanna turned away and began to dress,
still wearing that underwear.
"I'm going to leave now," she whispered to me as she
moved, "but just remember that you and I have unfinished
business. I've always wanted a slave, and I'm sure
you'll do anything I want to stop me telling people what
a little pervert you are... isn't that right?"
END
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