THe last night of my honeymoon many years ago confirmed to me that I was, indeed, a voyeur. We were in Fort Lauderdale Beach and stayed in a high rise hotel suite. I had binoculars with me as I'd used them in Key West to (ahem) look for Haley's Comet. Toplessness on the beach was rare back then, and Key West offered opportunities to see topless women absent in most of the country. This was Spring 1986--look it up all who doubt.
Anyway, since we'd basically packed that night, I knew exactly where the binoculars were. Once my bride drifted off to sleep, I went out on the balcony to smoke a cigarette (hey, it was 1986 and not forbidden) with binoculars in hand. I took the binocs with me and began to scan the adjacent high rise hotel. Several nudes, but the best was stand up screwing which I saw through the opened d****s. Neither participant was an object of indescribable physical beauty, but this was the first time I'd hit the jackpot while voyeuring. She was giving him the classic kneeling blowjob. I could only see the bouncing tits most of the time, but occasionally she'd stand up and show her dark bush (it was 1986, remember, most all women were 'au natural' back then). The best, however, was when she stood at the foot of the bed, bent over at the waist leaning forward, and offered him rear entry. Semi-doggie if you can picture it. Those tits kept bouncing, and they were just far enough away that I couldn't tell which portal of delight he was using.
Of course, this activity spurred my interest; and when they finished, I rejoined my sleeping bride and enjoyed her. I don't think she suspected that my excitement was due to successful voyeurism. Unfortunately, I never had such a good show again.
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