Voyeurism
Enzyme asks "Have you ever accidentally seen something intimate and private and... well... ended up watching? Or found that others had been watching you?"
( , Thu 11 Oct 2007, 18:14)
Enzyme asks "Have you ever accidentally seen something intimate and private and... well... ended up watching? Or found that others had been watching you?"
( , Thu 11 Oct 2007, 18:14)
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Why does this room look familiar?
Back in my teenage days, my best friend confessed to routine nighttime stealth maneuvers to spy on the neighbor lass. She as 3 grades ahead of us, with a very nice figure -- she was stacked, basically.
I arranged to spend the night at his place, and we went out late to see the show. Commandos wish they could be so stealthy. Her place was through a small woods behind his house, and we approached from the rear. It was a Friday night, so we knew that she'd be home late from the game (no, she wasn't a cheerleader. Band. But knockers...). There was a convenient bush just outside her basement window, and there we waited, lurking in the shadows, unseen.
Eventually, she came home, the light in her room came on, and she gave us a nice show. Beautiful girl -- better than I'd imagined beneath her conservative clothing. Really a highlight of my puberty, and a treasure remembered fondly for years to come. Pun intended.
Flash forward 5 years, and my girlfriend has a summer job as an au pair. The little darlings are all tucked in, their parents are gone, and I've slipped in to visit. We're getting it on pretty heavy, when I realize -- this room looks familiar.
I can't quite place it, until I see notice the light fixture, a three-lamp modern monstrosity that is unforgettable. Yes, the lovely, well-endowed former occupant had moved away, the house had been sold, and now my girlfriend was living in the same room as her.
I checked outside before continuing, believe you me, but all was clear. I bought my girlfriend an odd gift the next day -- curtains. I told her I wanted to brighten up that depressing basement room.
I found out later that the curtains were more translucent than opaque, and had a poor fit around the edges. Yes, from my friend. Hope you enjoyed the show, Mark. You wanker!
( , Sun 14 Oct 2007, 23:38, Reply)
Back in my teenage days, my best friend confessed to routine nighttime stealth maneuvers to spy on the neighbor lass. She as 3 grades ahead of us, with a very nice figure -- she was stacked, basically.
I arranged to spend the night at his place, and we went out late to see the show. Commandos wish they could be so stealthy. Her place was through a small woods behind his house, and we approached from the rear. It was a Friday night, so we knew that she'd be home late from the game (no, she wasn't a cheerleader. Band. But knockers...). There was a convenient bush just outside her basement window, and there we waited, lurking in the shadows, unseen.
Eventually, she came home, the light in her room came on, and she gave us a nice show. Beautiful girl -- better than I'd imagined beneath her conservative clothing. Really a highlight of my puberty, and a treasure remembered fondly for years to come. Pun intended.
Flash forward 5 years, and my girlfriend has a summer job as an au pair. The little darlings are all tucked in, their parents are gone, and I've slipped in to visit. We're getting it on pretty heavy, when I realize -- this room looks familiar.
I can't quite place it, until I see notice the light fixture, a three-lamp modern monstrosity that is unforgettable. Yes, the lovely, well-endowed former occupant had moved away, the house had been sold, and now my girlfriend was living in the same room as her.
I checked outside before continuing, believe you me, but all was clear. I bought my girlfriend an odd gift the next day -- curtains. I told her I wanted to brighten up that depressing basement room.
I found out later that the curtains were more translucent than opaque, and had a poor fit around the edges. Yes, from my friend. Hope you enjoyed the show, Mark. You wanker!
( , Sun 14 Oct 2007, 23:38, Reply)
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