[voyuk]

I thought I would share a voyeur story as I've never told anyone before. This was from the mid 90's when I was about to graduate from university and was, for a time, living with three female students.

It occurred one dark evening. I was in the kitchen cooking my evening meal when I saw the girl (I can't for the life of me remember her name now) leave her room wrapped in a towel and head upstairs to the shower.

At this point I should briefly explain the layout of the house. This was a typical late Victorian English end of terrace house, occupied by students, and this girl's bedroom was on the ground-floor in what would have been a dining room originally. Her bedroom door was near the foot of the stairs and accessed the short hallway which passed an exterior door and lead to the small kitchen in which I was cooking.

The exterior door near the entrance to the kitchen lead to a small back yard. It also marked the end of her bedroom as the kitchen (and a couple of rooms above) extended beyond the main bulk of the house.

Knowing she was in the shower I decided to do something that felt very risky. I went into her bedroom (she'd left the door ajar and the light on) and went straight to the curtains and adjusted them so there was a small gap near the bottom of the window. There was a net curtain which helped to mask the gap in the curtains. I could feel me heart pounding in my chest.

When she finished in the shower and returned to her room, I wasted no time in quietly unlocking the back door and
stepping into the yard to peer through her window. If anyone has done anything like this they will know how it feels - my heart was thumping so badly and of course, I'd become very aroused at the prospect of what I might see and my dick was throbbing almost painfully.

She was brushing her hair but within a few seconds she removed her towel and I saw a full-frontal. She was perhaps 3 or 4 metres in front of me and I could see her perfectly. She had a lean, tanned figure - she played a lot of sport, and her breasts were perfect. I'd guess 34c or thereabouts. She had a lovely fluffy tuft of public hair. I watched as she sat on the bed and rubbed cream into her legs. As she did this I kept getting glimpses or her pussy lips. She then got dressed, putting on a bra top, pants and pyjama bottoms.

Then I heard a noise just above me and darted back into the kitchen, heart thumping and quickly and quietly closed the door behind me. A girl named Kara had the room directly above her and I knew she was in the house. To this day, I do not know whether Kara had spotted me from her window and tapped on it to let me know, or whether the noise was just the usual sound a building makes at night as it cools.

I had many other great voyeur experiences in that house over the few years I was there but this one is memorable because I can still recall so vividly the pounding in my chest from taking a risk to see a girl I was living with. It was also one of the first times I'd engineered a voyeur experience rather than just having a crafty look down a girls top or up her skirt.