[Voyeur] Experiences that created an Exhibitionist/Voyeur

[ciucur]

[QUOTE=Necro8617;3681316]I for one would love to hear all about other opportunities


An elderly woman lived next door who had rented out two rooms to two women. One was about 25–28 years old, and the older one was over 30—maybe even close to 40. The older one was probably divorced, and the younger one was unmarried and very beautiful—a brown-haired woman with long hair. I had a friend who pointed out the place to me. The girls’ rooms had windows facing the street. On the first few evenings, I saw the younger one strip completely naked and go into the bathroom. She had her blinds pulled all the way down, while the other one had hers only halfway down. If you positioned yourself just right, you could see into the room. We were really excited by the experience. The girl had great tits and an ass—a 10 out of 10—and she was, I repeat, very beautiful. She stripped completely naked, and I got a good look at her from the front and the back. Her completely unshaven pussy, as it was back then, was hidden by thick black hair. Anyway, it was pointless to wait any longer on other evenings because I didn’t see anything else. However, I think the older one figured out why we were hanging around there, because one time when she came home from work, she came to the window and lifted her blouse right up over her white bra, reached behind her back, unhooked it, and revealed a pair of white, round tits with brown nipples. She wasn’t a beautiful woman—her nose was a little too big—but her breasts looked amazing. After a brief display, she let her blouse fall back over them and walked away from the window. I think she could see us too, since the street was lit up. I don’t know if they were sisters or cousins, because they didn’t look alike at all and the age difference was quite large. What’s certain is that the experience repeated itself a few more times on completely random evenings. I now realize that she, too, needed that for her own masturbation. Back then we realized we were in on it together, but we didn’t make the connection to her needs. Eventually she found a boyfriend and left, and so did the younger one.
One evening, we hadn’t gotten anything from the girls, so I suggested to my friend that we check in on the old lady. He refused and said he doesn’t look at old ladies. Since my hormones were through the roof and I hadn’t gotten a release in two or three days, I went anyway. Her window looked out onto a garden and was covered in vegetation, but it was very large and the blinds weren’t pulled down. It was riskier to get there—you couldn’t make any noise—but once you were in position, it was just like being in the room. You didn’t have to stand up because the window was very close to the ground. I’d usually find her watching TV. She’d be leaning against some pillows, with her knees bent, and her nightgown had slipped down, exposing her legs all the way to her butt. I hadn’t thought of her in a sexual way until then. She was a petite woman in her sixties who dressed in black every Sunday and went to church.
She wasn’t fat, or at least her modest clothes gave no hint of her figure. But now that I was seeing her bare legs, I liked it and wanted to see more. For a few evenings, that was all there was. Every time she shifted the position of her legs, it seemed like she was going to reveal more, but to no avail. She wasn’t wearing panties, but she was always facing me sideways. I was getting ready to give up, and for a while I didn’t go back. But once, when other opportunities were still lacking, I went with the intention of giving myself a handjob there and leaving. In the meantime, the girls had moved out, and she was living alone. This time, though, as I approached, I saw the rhythmic movement of a silhouette with her back to me, and I imagined that a man had come over to her and was fucking her. It was the last thing I would have expected, because she was a very reserved person—and especially since she was older. Now her blinds were pulled down almost all the way, and when I looked closer, I saw a woman’s rather large, fluffy buttocks bobbing back and forth on a pillow. Beneath her bottom, I could see an object that was secured to the pillow at one end and disappeared between her buttocks.

[eugene0]

My sister was a little older and would have girls staying at the house constantly. I would be nothing to see these girls in panties and bras. Sometimes naked coming out of the shower. It was all pretty hot.
These girls all had Polaroid cameras at the time and were always snapping pictures. One day I was snooping through my sister’s drawer and came across a locked box. My sister was afraid to lose the key so it was taped to the bottom of the box.
I opened up the box and there were countless pictures of clothed and unclothed friends. Some were in the shower and some were on the toilet. There were pictures of all her friends in some kinda sexy or revealing situation. Nothing like spread shots or blowjobs, but plenty of hairy pussy, breasts out!

[EyefunJo]

As a follower of upskirting, my own mother was the one who introduced me to this fetish. My mother used to be someone who dressed in formal attire for work every day, which consisted of a business style white shirt and a short, fitted skirt. She would wear skirts in various colors paired with a blazer like black, gray, khaki, and more. She didn’t wear stockings, but her legs were just as smooth, fair, and slender.

I first learned about the act of upskirt from some storylines in comic books. When I got home, my mother was always in the kitchen preparing dinner as usual. She had a habit of changing out of her work clothes only after finishing the preliminary dinner preparations, and then she would cook and eat with the family. So, I would watch her from behind, her slender thighs visible beneath her fitted skirt, which compelled me to grab a piece of small mirror and quietly approach her from behind. I reached in, and through the reflection, I saw my mother’s white panties beneath her skirt. From that moment on, I fell in love with upskirt view.

Every evening when I came home, chatting with my mother in the kitchen about the day’s events became a habit of mine for many years. In my mother’s eyes, I was the thoughtful son who kept her company in the kitchen, but secretly, I was indulging in the pleasure of peeking up the beauty of her skirts every night. When the mirror got too boring, I would lean down to get a better look. I liked every pair of her panties. I even went so far as to secretly rummage through her drawer before her evening shower, selecting my favorite panties to place on top, so that the next day I could see them beneath her skirt. This habit continued until many years later when my mother gained weight and her figure changed, and she basically stopped wearing skirts altogether. However, the desire to peek beneath skirts had already laid a solid foundation in my heart.