I was in my mid-20s when I got to enjoy my first proper window-peeping experience. Up till then I had never ever seen a naked woman in the flesh other than my wife, so this relatively innocuous-sounding frisson was for me at the time utterly mindblowing.
We were on holiday in Spain and our hotel room had a balcony side-by-side with the one next door.
I was out on our balcony late one dusky Mediterranean evening soaking up the heady atmosphere with my wife watching telly indoors when, through the window of the room next door to ours, I noticed the light go on. A young lady entered and immediately started to undress, so naturally I was riveted. The curtains were still wide open so I assumed she felt she could not be seen, otherwise with the light on, she would surely have closed them as soon as she'd entered the room?
I figured that as it was getting dark she would not be able to see me on our balcony, especially as her windows had full-length nets. My assumption seemed to be confirmed when to my surprise and delight she stripped off completely and started brushing her long hair in front of a mirror that was right beside the full-length balcony window.
Right before my eyes I had a close-up, full-length view of her beautifully curvy body and furry bush as she stood and brushed her locks in front of the mirror.
Needless to say my heart was pounding at the fear of discovery, not just by her but also by my wife, who could see me from where she was sat in our own room. I therefore had to somehow find a way to disguise the fact I was peeping in through next door's windows.
Difficult!
But the force of my curiosity was overpowering so I decided to stick with it and enjoy the show. What happened next gave me such a shock I froze solid. The young lady came right up to the window and stood there stark naked, looking out towards the sea.
Oh shit, I thought, there's no way she has not seen me, so there's nothing for it but to turn away and try to look as though I'm completely innocent and unaware of her presence.
Fortunately she too soon withdrew from the window and went back to looking at herself through the mirror, still stark naked, whilst she fiddled with stuff on her dressing table. Occasionally she would turn and walk over to her bed, affording my a delicious rear view of her plump but shapely butt.
The way she carried on totally naked it was like she still believed she could not be seen. The thought did strike me though that she really knew I was watching and could not resist the opportunity to show herself off. Either that or, having clocked my presence, she simply didn't care one way or the other.
Why else would she remain stark naked and continue to preen herself right in front of her window with the lights full on?
I therefore felt able to continue my peeping and take in all her voluptuous curves and naked bush. My mouth was parched and I could feel myself go all hot and sweaty as I pursued my guilty indulgence.
All of a sudden her light went out and my reverie was over. By now it was quite dark outside so I quickly returned inside, only to find myself confronted by a suspicious wife wondering why I'd been out there so long and what was it I found so compelling as to stay out there in the dark for so long?
She'd obviously guessed what I was really up to and was not best pleased!
However, next morning things were about to get even hotter. We went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast and who should join us at our table but the very lady from next door I'd been perving the night before, only now she was with her partner. We had already met up with them the previously so they knew we were staying in the room next door to them.
Imagine my horror when she started ranting on to us about some pervert peeping through her window the previous night. To say I choked on my cereal would be an understatement. She seemed to know it was me that had been doing the perving and, despite having deliberately chosen to put on the free show, had ow decided this was her big chance to play the innocent victim and watch me squirm for all I was worth whilst pretending she did not really know who her predator was.
There was nothing I could say or do. My wife muttered some words of support for her but she had obviously put two-and-two together and guessed it was me, her pathetic husband, that the lady was referring to. My embarrassment and discomfort was extreme enough but after breakfast, once we'd returned we returned to our room I had to run the guantlet of yet another, even more intense, grilling from a very angry, wounded wife.
But despite it all, nothing I have witnessed since has quite matched up to the thrill of that particular night. Years later I came to the conclusion the best and only way to sate my strong voyeuristic appetite was to persuade my wonderful, forgiving wife to take other lovers and allow me to watch. A big win for her, an even bigger win for her lovers, but the biggest win of all for me.
Something I got to indulge in quite regularly over the following three decades. But that as they say is a-whole-nother story ...