Observations from my Window


Arising from my bed with a massive stiffy, I open
the curtains, letting my knob end brush against
the cold wall on this bright, late spring morning.
Timing it just right, the first sighting of the
day is Karen from up the road, swaying seductively
from her front door to her BMW Z3. Its sleek
silver lines are parked right in front of my place
and from my first floor vantage point, I gaze as
she bends to open the remotely unlocked door. Her
trousers tighten over her trim butt and there are
the converging lines of her thong before they
disappear into the mysteries of her crack. I guess
it will be clean and sweet smelling after her
morning shower, but maybe I'll catch her this
evening and try to see how far it has tempted the
wedge of material into it's dark and, by then,
smelly crevasse.

I'm waiting for summer to tempt Karen into skirts
and get the flash of thigh and knicker crotch as
she slides into the low slung vehicle. She's a
trim girl, not busty, tallish, with light auburn
hair. From my back window I can just about see her
undies on her washing line down the garden, but
the view is too obscured to catch detail even
through powerful binoculars. I dwell on her butt
until it slithers from sight and play with my cock
which is oozing juice.

I swipe some of it off and suck it clean from my
finger not to waste it. She roars off and I go to
the opposite end of the window, for the next
sighting.

Here they come, approaching, passing and
disappearing. A wonderful morning vista. Two,
followed by three then a single schoolgirl. All
about twelve to fourteen years old I guess and
most still in their street-wise black bootleg
trousers except for the middle girl of the
threesome and the girl way back on her own. These
two have ventured into skirts and tights. Black,
fine but virtually opaque tights clad young limbs.
I concentrate on the pretty one at the back. The
other is plain, loud mouthed, fat and very common,
chewing gum and even spitting on the pavement.

Pretty One wears black scruffy clumpy shoes and
has not mastered an easy gait in two inch heels.
Her skirt is short, grey and trim and every few
steps she tugs at its hem to make sure she's not
showing anything she shouldn't. But why do they
wear that length? I wank my dick hard over
thoughts of what she's concealing. If she knew I
was standing here naked with six inches of cock
gristle in my hand, vibes would flow and surely
she would scamper over to join me. I'd throw the
key down and wait for her to come upstairs where
I'd lie on the bed and watch her undress. I would
instruct her. 'No -leave your shirt and tie on.
Er?... What's your name? Julie, ah! I'm Snowy.
Just take your skirt and tights off, that's it,' I
encourage her with a smile.

Her skirt would droop to the carpet and then she
would wriggle her hips as she inserted her hands
up under her shirt, before thrusting her hands
down revealing slender pale limbs above the untidy
roll of her tights and at the top, just peeking
below the hang of her billowing white shirt would
be a surprisingly brief pair of panties. Julie
would drag her tights down and off swiftly and
stands mute, motionless, legs together.

I'd beckon her forward and grasp her butt and pull
the knickers down, staring at the vee of her
crotch. She would be lightly pubed, the same mousy
colour as her hair and her slit would be clearly
visible. She would slide onto the bed on her knees
and straddle me as I guide her over my dick. She
would hold it upright and settle neatly onto it,
already seemingly practised at the manoeuvre, as I
fumbled under her shirt. As the heat and tightness
of her cunt wrapped round my pulsing dick I would
find her tiny bra and without undoing it, I would
ease it up over the verdant buds high on her
chest. Thrusting upwards, my groin would urge her
to fuck hard and we would join in a frantic
rhythm, both equally aware that we had limited
time. She had school, I had more voyeuring to do.
As I continued rubbing her titties and nipping her
teats we would shag relentlessly, tuned in
briefly, unmatched in age but remarkably so in
expertise and I wondered who had versed her in the
bedroom arts. Her boyfriend, her teacher, her
father...?

In consideration on the assumption she wasn't on
the pill I would tell her to jump off and she
would go down on me, sucking my jism as it spouted
vigorously. Some drops would hit her hair and
after she had swallowed I would wipe them for her
and help her dress. One large value coin of
currency in gratitude would be pocketed by Julie
in return for a promise to call back in the
afternoon when she had more time and I had more
cash. She would traipse lightly from the house and
I would return to my window watch.

Madeline from down the road appears, rushing to
catch her bus. Always in a hurry, her big bust
wobbling superbly, I would watch for her always
erect nipples that seemed to defy her brassieres
and bulge through whatever coverings she wore.
Maybe forty-five years old, easily drunk at the
local pub, I'd ogled her tits many times. I watch
as she dashes across to the bus stop, just in time
as it appears round the bend. She's the only one
to get aboard an empty bus and there's lots of
chat between Madeline and the driver as always.
The vehicle gradually pulls away and my thoughts
turn to Madeline's pale, blue veined, bouncing
breasts being pushed together and cushioning my
cock as she wanks me off between them and catches
my cum in her mouth. I automatically pull on my
dick as my thoughts roam, wondering what her and
her husband Barney get up to in the privacy of
their house.

Ah! There's the next voyeuring opportunity.
Leaving the same house a few minutes behind her
mum is Emma, Barney and Madeline's elder daughter.
She's about twenty-four and good luck strikes in
that she is showing erect nipples too. She's not
big titted like mum but those firm, high, pointy
bazongers are well mounted in a tight sports type
bra clearly visible under her flimsy white blouse.
A neat tight arse housed in beige trousers shows
thong. Wow! Just look at the way that string
disappears into her crack, echoes of her neighbour
Karen there. Emma slides into her old car, fires
it up and drives away after lighting a cigarette.

Bobbie ventures from the front garden of her
cottage, grasping the new baby in one arm and
holding her two year old girl's hand as she tries
to open the door of her space wagon. She's black,
coal black almost, of French Caribbean descent.
She's also very fat, but I love her for her shows.
They vary from skirt up round her hips when she
reaches into the wagon, giving me vast acreage of
gleaming oily thighs and glimpses of big white
knickers, to shows down her cleavage which puts
Madeline into the flat-chested category. Bobbie
doesn't attempt to hide her gross overweight and
am I pleased. Her sex will be as sweet as the
svelte youngsters I've mentioned, in that she's
experienced and black as the ace of spades. Bobbie
won't have a prissy little bikini line round her
voluminous cunt I'll bet.

It'll be fat-lipped and creased into a knot and
very, very greasy with her sweat and juices. I can
imagine Dave, her white carpenter husband prying
those smiling lips apart, leaving trails of her
juice cobwebbed across the gash he creates. There
would be the pinkest, juiciest, flower like
opening to her cunt with a large urinal aperture
from where she would piss with terrific force. Her
wiry black pubes will curl round it's opening and
then thickly carpet the short damp trail to her
ring piece, which will sit proud of its
surrounding skin. Now this morning, she has
managed to ease the baby into the special seat and
is fussing over the older child who is fretting.
Bobbie's boobies clash alarmingly as she stoops
and bends giving me vistas of her dark breasts
above the low cut neck of her bright red tee
shirt. Her white bra shows stark in contrast to
her skin and as she turns away and squats, putting
her skirt into unimaginable stress I see the clear
lines of her panties carving across those vast
buttocks. No fashionable thongs for this woman,
but I wouldn't be surprised to find she has
something like that in her knicker drawer. I can't
see her undies on her washing line from my place.

Suddenly she is obscured by a delivery van and I
patiently wait, working my erection, either for
her to reappear or for another voyeur opportunity.
But along comes the most unlikely target for this
window voyeur. Mrs Sensible - who appears smack on
the same time every morning, her sensibly clad
feet rapping the same pacy rhythm on the pavement
until she meets a friend who lives up the road
just out of my sight. I know they proceed to the
bus stop and disappear into town. As she passes, I
ogle her full bosom swathed in a bulky weather
coat, her calf length skirt round such stocky
legs. Neat tight auburn hair hardly moves in the
light breeze. Its not lacquered, just wiry, thick
and curled.

I know her name, she's Maureen - maybe mid
forties. However I do know some other very
interesting things about her. No great looker as
you can imagine, pleasant cheery face and plain
colourless clothes, you know the type, but... My
mate Norm was until recently the caretaker in the
insurance office where she works. He has great fun
with a colleague installing spy cams in the ladies
toilets. I cannot tell you the countless laughs
and wanks we have enjoyed watching the results.
Bum after bum has revealed and relieved itself
within inches of our spying eyes. Yes some
horrors, but balanced easily by some absolute
gems. But Norm adjusted the spy cam position when
contractors remodelled the ladies room and now we
can see their faces.

Lo and behold up pops Mrs Sensible. Maureen Cooper
for that is my neighbour, wearing just about the
sexiest undies you can imagine. Always stocking
and sussies, always black skimpy panties and a
neatly trimmed bikini line too, I noticed with
fascination on the occasional times she turns
before dropping or lifting her knickers. I just
can't imagine Maureen donning a bikini. Once, only
once we saw her brassiere. It was after I'd
recognised her. Norm dug around in her department
and found out that it was a day she went to a
breast clinic and for some reason she checked out
her gear under her sensible white high necked
jumper either before or after her appointment.

Madame Cooper has huge tits in a most delectably
lacy wired fashioned proper job bra. The garment
itself was a class construction, that was clear
and needed to be. Norm confirmed her boobies
hardly quivered as she went about her business in
the office, but they were ginormous and I drooled
imagining what those globes would look like
unfettered. Now this morning I give my cock an
extra hard time, pulling, squeezing and pulsing
it, my thighs thrusting, my buttocks clenching as
if I was shoving it inside Maureen's cavernous
cleavage to cum over her prissy face.

I resolve to cum with the next sighting and the
working class mum from the social housing way down
the road appears across on the other side.
Laboriously pushing a double kid's buggy before
her, she drags along her walking child, who always
reluctantly bawls and wails, presumably that she
doesn't want to go to primary school. Similar
noise echoes from the depths of the buggy and mum
despairs. She stops and bends to admonish
shriekingly at the child. Up rides her
ridiculously short skirt, slim legs shine white
and her floppy tits sway, gravity ruling and no
brassiere, so that they swing heavily beneath her
thin white tee shirt.

I wank my cock furiously, knowing this'll be the
only actual near to cunt sighting I will get
My cum rises as mum returns and chastises
her daughter, first stooping, then crouching, legs
apart. knees high, skirt stretched ridiculously
tight. She patiently joins her belligerent child,
low near the tar macadam surface.

Bingo! Two sighting together as I now can see a
much older white clad pussy pouch. Just the hint
of hair escaping round the tight elastic sides
where it graunches into her podgy skin. A glimpse
that's all I needed and Wham! My jism spurts out
into the prepared tissue. With great gasps I
relieve my erection as mum and daughter rise and
slowly stroll away and out of sight.

In the quiet brooding aftermath of my climax, I
again remind myself to invest in a decent camera I
can mount on the tripod with a massive zoom lens.