Diary of a Voyeur, Part III (F/F, M/F, voyeurism) Monday, March 3 9:27 a.m. - I should have just crawled back into bed. It's cloudy out, chilly now. The warmth of the past week has fled like all nice weather in the middle of winter does, hiding out until the real business of spring begins. Now we are graced with temperatures just above freezing and a wind swept rain that threatens to do the job of the street cleaners without so much fuss. Nothing to look at. No sweet ladies in skirts or short dresses, no tight blouses. Not even a high heel in shouting distance. Even my secretary wore a bulky sweater and leggings today. I've paced the office several times today, but the only hope I have is that she is there, waiting for me in the mall. Hope beyond hope that she is wearing something short, something sexy, something revealing. 1:45 p.m. - Hope springs eternal in the human breast. Unfortunately, there hasn't been a breast in sight all day, and my hope is gone. The mall was a complete waste of time and effort. I spent the better part of an hour and a half passing the corridors, my duffel bag in hand. There was little to practice my camera work on, other than one or two young ladies in medium length skirts. All were wearing hose of one kind or another, so I'm doubtful the results will be anything worth mentioning. I never saw her, though at one point as I walked past the food court I thought I glimpsed her walking into the hallway to the restrooms. I waited for a while, the smell of warmed over pizza and stale coke insinuating themselves into my clothing, but if it was her she found another exit and never passed by me. I called my secretary from the cell phone, informing her that I wasn't feeling well and would be taking the rest of the day off. Caring woman that she is, she asked if there was anything she could do for me. I thought it would be improper to suggest she wear a short skirt with no panties to work tomorrow, so I thanked her and said no. The sound of a car door from the street outside. Perhaps one of my neighbors has returned home early from work and will offer me some sort of view. More likely just the mailman delivering on his rounds. Still… you never know. 3:20 pm - It was the sight of her black truck across the street that has kept me from my journals. I went to the bedroom window when I heard the car door shut, and there she was. Standing in the rain on the granite steps of one of the townhouses across the street. Her blue parka tugged by the window, black hair alive in the movement of the air. She glanced at my house, seeming to look straight at me as I searched for the name of the people who lived in that house. George and… and… George and Bonnie. An older couple, late 40's to around 50. George bald on top, round shaped, always with a friendly smile and a loud "hu-llooh" when I passed by. Bonnie, somewhat slimmer though with that little belly attractive older women seem to carry off so well, silver hair always done up on top of her head, blue eyes with a slight twinkle to them. The door opened, Bonnie stood there. Smiling, a warm hug. She let the dark haired woman in as I fumbled around the bed for my binoculars, then swore as I remembered that I had left them in my car. I didn't want to go outside, for fear they would see me and know something was up. I thought frantically for a moment, then pulled the ladder down from the small crawlspace that comprised my third floor. Underneath some plastic, I dug out the old telescope. Really an astronomical model, I had luckily thought to by a prism that would take the normally upside down image and turn it right side up. I dragged it careful down the narrow stairs, my breath hissing as I bumped it once or twice against the railing. I made sure all the lights were out, then opened the upstairs blinds wide. The street outside was quite dark for midafternoon, the street lights actually on. I placed the scope on its tripod and aimed off slightly to the right for Bonnie's home. I had never once been inside their house, nor had I ever seen what it looked like through my binoculars, Bonnie being particularly fastidious at keeping her lace curtains closed whenever they were home. But, the front door curtain was either down or tied well aside, as were the shades to the darkened upstairs bedroom. I could see clearly to the back of Bonnie's house, as though I was standing on the front step and using the binoculars to look in. Wonder why I hadn't thought of this sooner? Tastefully decorated, with wall shelves full of knick-knacks and pictures of children and grandchildren, Bonnie's house was the definition of cleanliness. Both she and the black haired woman were standing back towards the kitchen, on either side of the little bar that separated it from the dining room. The woman had removed her parka, revealing her to be wearing a mid-length skirt, lose fitting around the knees, and a tight white blouse. Bonnie herself was dressed in what could only be described as a slinky black number, a form fitting dress that revealed her slightly generous but still attractive figure. The have been talking, for a long time. A half hour has passed, with Bonnie fixing some coffee, the occasional smile between them. Still, I can not tear myself away from the scene, knowing that there must be more to this, that she is over there because she knew I was here. It is the only explanation, and I've bought into it with my entire egotistical self. 4:45 - Finally, as they cleaned up the kitchen together, placing the coffee cups in the sink, my effort was rewarded. As the woman passed by Bonnie, Bonnie's hands reached out, touching her on the waist. The woman turned, and in a moment they were hugging again, bodies pressed tightly to each other. Their heads turned to meet, and their lips pressed together, kissing for a long time as their hands slide down and cupped one another's asses. When they broke from the kiss, Bonnie took her by the hand and led her towards the front door. The turned left and walked up the stairway and momentarily out of sight. I took that moment to strip naked, my cock already half erect as it lay on my thigh. When I had settled back into place, my butt on the edge of the bed, the lights had come on in the upstairs bedroom. Bonnie was walking towards the two windows, and had placed one hand upon the shades as though to draw it down when the woman stepped into view, placing her hand over Bonnie's. I saw their lips move for a moment, the black haired woman shaking her head, Bonnie's eyebrows coming up, then shrugging her shoulders. The curtains stayed open. They kissed again, their hands wandering up and down the sides of each other's bodies. The woman slowly played with the hem of Bonnie's dress, lifting it up along her legs as their hips rocked back and forth together. Bonnie's hands slid up, caressing the woman's breasts through the blouse, her nipples becoming hard and erect through the thin cotton material. Now Bonnie's dress was sliding up over the round shape of her ass. Clearly she was naked under her dress, ready for this very encounter, and for a moment I wonder if George had any clue about all this. But, my mind was again distracted when the woman placed one hand on either side of Bonnie's rear and began to caress to fleshy globes of her ass, sliding a knee between her legs and pulling Bonnie onto it. Bonnie had her head back, almost looking over her shoulder at me, and I could see her eyes were closed, her hips rocking back and forth across the woman's legs. From behind, I could just see the beginnings of her pussy lips, a trace of silvery hair surrounding them. Like the petals of a flower, they were full and open, glinting with wet moisture that left a shiny track on the woman's skirt. The woman reached down, and pulled Bonnie's dress slowly up and off her body. I caught a view of the edge of Bonnie's left breast, a very full shaped dangling mass of lovely skin tipped by a long hard nipple that was quickly swallowed up by the woman's mouth. Bonnie caressed her hair, looking down and watching as she licked her way back and forth between her breasts. Now they danced a sensuous limbo, bodies moving gracefully over the bed, Bonnie's naked breasts jiggling in and out of view as they swept around in a circle. Bonnie's hair had come undone, and the long silver tresses draped across her shoulders as she fumbled for the buttons of the woman's blouse, opening it and cupping her breasts with both hands. The woman fell back onto the bed, Bonnie following her, her soft ruby lips pressing into the woman's neck. They rolled onto their sides next to each other, Bonnie's mouth sliding down over the younger woman's shoulders, her hands caressing those lovely breasts, the woman's dark colored nipples pebbly and hard. Bonnie pressed her mouth to the tip of one, her tongue darting out to run around and around it, before her warm inviting lips closed over it, sucking it into them. I saw the woman's back arch, her hips lifting off the bed as she forced her breast further into Bonnie's mouth. Bonnie's hands stills strayed, exploring this body I craved so dearly, running down her smooth belly and under the edge of her skirt. I could see the outline of her hand as it slid down between the woman's legs, which parted wide to admit her fingers. They traced circles over her sweet spot, a loving soft stroke that left the woman trembling as Bonnie's fingers worked her. Finally, Bonnie reached over with her other hand, and tugged the skirt down and off those soft looking thighs. As with Bonnie, she had been naked under her clothing, her body ready to accept the delicious sensations of a lover, whomever that may be. Her pussy unhindered by a trace of hair, pale pink lips wet and open, as Bonnie's hand swept back into place, stroking slowly over her damp sex. I watched with hands holding the telescope steady, unable to tear my fingers free long enough to stroke my stiff shaft, the tip dripping pre-cum down the length. It was Bonnie who worked her way downward first. Bonnie, whose silver hair dripped over the woman's stomach like soft velvet. Bonnie, his lips found their way to her wetness, her tongue flicking out in darting motions, running over those lips, the hard nub of clit. I came. I never once touched myself, but the unmistakable twitch of my cock followed by the spurt of white that fell to the carpet was most certainly an orgasm. And, then, of all miracles today, I stayed hard. Distracted for a moment by this event, when I turned back, the woman was bucking against Bonnie's face, her lips shaped in a delicate O, eyes closed. She was, at that moment, the only woman in the world, and I loved her as fully as I have ever loved another person. I felt the lurching joyful pain in my gut, wishing that it was I whose body was pleasuring hers. Finally, her orgasm subsided, and Bonnie lay next to her, stroking her hair and kissing her neck. I guess they talked quietly for a while, then Bonnie nodded and stood up, walking over to the foldout doors of the closet. When she returned, she had a piece of black fabric in her hand. She lay on her back in the middle of the bed, and the woman tied the cloth over her eyes. She touched Bonnie for a short while, stroking her fingers between those silver pubes before bringing them to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick them. Then, she stood and left the bedroom and my line of sight. I kept my eyes glued to the telescope, waiting for her return, waiting to see what she would bring back with her. But, when I heard the sound of the door outside closing, I pulled free and glanced down at the street. She was halfway across, running through the rain, wearing just the parka she had left downstairs which barely covered her crotch. She ran straight up to my door below my eyes, and thrust a piece of paper through the mail slot. Then, she ran over to the truck, hopped in, and drove off into the afternoon. I raced down the stairs in time to see her taillights winking as she turned off on a side street. The piece of paper was stuck between the outer wrought iron security door and the inner solid wooden door, and though I was naked I opened the inner door and pulled the paper free. It read: Go to her. Don't dress, just your coat. Do it now, do what you know I want you to do. I will meet you on Friday at the mall for lunch if you do this for me. I grabbed my coat, and was still pulling it closed as I raced across the sidewalk and over the street. Bonnie and George's door was unlocked, and I threw the bolt as I passed through, dropping my coat on the chair and jogging up the stairs. The room looked different from this angle, and when I glanced out the window I was relieved to see that, though my shades were open, you truly couldn't see anything beyond the pane of glass. I had often worried about that, wondering if I could be seen peeking. There is no joy in getting caught, only the joy in successfully viewing a naked body. Bonnie lay on the bed, blindfolded, her fingers stroking her own body, rubbing her wetness. The scent of her filled my nostrils, and my cock twitched in response, still hard as it had been for so long now. She whispered one small sentence… "take me." This was not my fantasy, not my place, not what I wanted, but the message of the woman and my desire for her kept me stimulated and aroused. I climbed on top of her, guiding my cock between her plump thighs, parting that tangle of silvery pubic hair with the tip of my cock, thrusting into her. She came almost immediately, crying out as she clung to my body, telling me over and over again how good it felt, how wonderful my cock felt inside her. My cum welled up from deep inside, and as I climaxed it was for her I did so, and Bonnie was her, her silver hair turning black, her breasts pulling up more firmly and slightly smaller, her waist narrower. My lust and love was for her, and spilled inside her, as I moaned out my feelings with each cum spewing stroke. Finally, I pulled myself free from Bonnie's body. She whispered quietly, "Thank you. Whenever I am home and put on the blindfold, you may come over and have me." I kissed her cheek and left, wondering if she actually knew who I was at all. Now I was furtive as I darted across the street, my head held low, hoping no other neighbors were home to see. And so, there you have it. And here I am, unsure what is happening, lost in whatever she has planned for me. No longer hunting for that next glorious view, but feeling controlled and hunted myself. 10:15 - George came home to a Bonnie modestly attired, looking happy and demure. But, I noticed she no longer draws the shades all the way closed. And, I noticed she took him immediately to the bedroom, undid his belt and lowered his trousers, then took into her mouth the short, stout cock beneath his generous belly, sucking him until he came on those ruby red lips. After that, the light went out, and I know not what else might have happened. I can't wait until Friday. But I am afraid, and obsessed, and in love. And I don't even know who she is.