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Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 20:30:08 +0800
From: -AJ- <aj_singapore@yahoo.com>
Subject: Watching (TG/TV?)
Watching
Story by AJ (aj_singapore@yahoo.com). This is my second story :) Send me
your comments
I'm not a voyeur. Really. Looking at other people without their knowing
doesn't really excite me. What I saw really was an accident. I didn't mean
to look across my block of flats to the next one. I don't know what caused
me to look through that window. At first it seemed normal, a boy, probably
in his mid-teens, waking up on that lazy Saturday morning.
I don't know what made me continue to watch him. It wasn't on purpose. I
could have looked through any other window. Just pure luck that I looked
through his window. I saw him get up from the bed, and he wasn't wearing
any shorts. He wasn't even wearing briefs or boxers. Instead what he was
wearing was pink. They had to be panties. I don't think they actually made
pink briefs. I was... intrigued. It wasn't that I found guys wearing
panties sexy, but it was more of the way this guy wore them. It was skin
tight. I couldn't resist. I took my eyes away for a while to find my
father's binoculars. Once I found them, I took a closer look. Oh yes, the
panties just seemed to fit him so well. They weren't too tight until they
were stretching at the seams like I saw some of my girlfriends. And they
weren't too loose either. I could see he had a hard on, because of the
bulge at the bottom. I saw some white at the bottom, so I guessed he used
sanitary pads too.
I moved my attention to his upper body. His T-shirt was off now, and his
hand was on his breast. He was quite fit looking. Maybe a little plump,
which gave him some fat for small breasts. The bra was probably an A
cup. It was the kind girls in their early teens wore. In fact I myself had
such bras. I didn't believe in those with hard, fixed cups to make a girl's
breasts look bigger. Looks like he felt the same way too. The bra was a
little too tight, and the side strap seemed to dig into his body. But that
tightness probably gave him more 'breast'.
He turned around and walked out of his room. It was a two-storey flat, and
the windows and door downstairs were closed, so I assumed no one else was
in, and that he went for a bite. I hoped he wouldn't take long. After about
ten minutes of long waiting, I saw movement and resumed my shameless
voyeurism.
He sat down in front of his computer. Soon I saw his left hand over his
breast, squeezing and rubbing. Unknowingly, my left hand too went to my
breast and mimicked his actions. Of course, since I was a girl, I
definitely felt more sensations when I did that. After a while, his hand
went down to his privates. My view of his lower body was blocked, but I
could guess what he was doing. I pulled my shorts down, but resisted the
urge to pull my panties down. Instead I decided to copy him. I put my
finger on my clit and pressed. I felt a wetness there. It felt strange
because it was the first time I felt my wetness through my panties. I moved
my finger to and fro along my clit. I saw his arm move faster, and followed
suit. It really felt good, but I wanted to climax at the same time as he
did. His right hand went to his breast, and he started pinching his
nipples. Because I needed the binoculars, I rested the binos on the window
and did it too, feeling a shockwave of excitement hit me. His arm moved
even faster, and I increased my rubbing too. The panties felt so
restrictive that I felt like breaking a whole in them to put my finger into
my clit, but I tried not to. I saw him stiffen, with his eyes closed, and I
orgasmed. The feeling was nothing like I ever felt before, I wonder if it
was because of me secretly watching him, or the slow build-up which he
did. My legs felt soft and I rested my body on the desk. I saw him rubbing
himself again. I remember reading somewhere that guys could only orgasm
once, whereas girls could orgasm a few times in a row. But I guess he was
trying anyway. It was faster this time, and again, he stiffened. I also
orgasmed.
I finally stopped my voyeurism, and sat on my bed, breathing heavily. As I
took my panties off to wash them, I wondered if I should try to meet
him... I really think I would like that...