mf1438
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- Sep 2, 2016
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She didn’t know I was watching her. How could she know? My bedroom was on the 19th floor in a high rise apartment at least a mile down the road from her. I kept the lights off in the room so at best all she could see would be a shadow, but only if she had a telescope like me. Yes, I’m a peeping tom. I know it’s creepy and bordering on illegal, but what’s a horny man supposed to do? Even though my wife was in the next room, I would stare out of my telescope, waiting for the exact moment when she would go into her bedroom and change clothes. If she didn’t want me to watch her she should have closed her drapes.
I couldn’t help it. I admit it. I’m a voyeur. So I watched and waited. I had the body lotion nearby. As soon as a light went on I would move the telescope and focus on the distant image. I always wondered why my wife never asked me about the angle of the telescope. I was never looking at the stairs. It was always directed at the apartment building down the street. And I waited. I wanted to be ready. Like most horny men looking for a cheap thrill, my sexual response cycle was down to about 90 seconds. I could see her, get excited, and pump it up to frenzy by the time she took off her dress and put on her pajamas.
They were pink flannel pajamas. I could barely make out the color in the dim light. Yeah, sometimes she didn’t turn on the light and this bothered me. It took away from the moment. The moment when I squinted through the telescope and tried not to jerk it while I jerked my dick so vigorously. It was hard because I had to be quiet so my wife wouldn’t hear me in the next room. No ooh and aah. Stealth. Covert fapping. That’s the world I lived in. That’s what it was all about.
Sometimes it seemed like hours. I would see a light. Move the telescope. Focus in on the images, only to see a man or some kid. There was no fun in that. Sometimes I could see them eating at the dinner table or watching TV. And too often they moved out of view or pulled the curtains and I could only imagine what they were doing. Out of sight out of mind. I kept looking, kept scanning, kept hoping. And then she came home. I saw her. She was single. She was pretty. She wouldn’t mind me squirting a little cum would she. I was ready. I was hard in no time, a record time. She must have felt me because she pulled the drapes, just before I was ready to squirt. She broke my heart. She hurt my feelings. Just as fast as my dick got hard, it went back down in no time. I waited and looked and looked and waited, but she didn’t come out ever again.
What a shame. It’s a sad, sad story to leave a man hanging like that. I’m sure she didn’t do it on purpose, but it hurt the same. Where’s a hot sexy woman when you need one? Don’t they make any real life exhibitionists anymore?
I couldn’t help it. I admit it. I’m a voyeur. So I watched and waited. I had the body lotion nearby. As soon as a light went on I would move the telescope and focus on the distant image. I always wondered why my wife never asked me about the angle of the telescope. I was never looking at the stairs. It was always directed at the apartment building down the street. And I waited. I wanted to be ready. Like most horny men looking for a cheap thrill, my sexual response cycle was down to about 90 seconds. I could see her, get excited, and pump it up to frenzy by the time she took off her dress and put on her pajamas.
They were pink flannel pajamas. I could barely make out the color in the dim light. Yeah, sometimes she didn’t turn on the light and this bothered me. It took away from the moment. The moment when I squinted through the telescope and tried not to jerk it while I jerked my dick so vigorously. It was hard because I had to be quiet so my wife wouldn’t hear me in the next room. No ooh and aah. Stealth. Covert fapping. That’s the world I lived in. That’s what it was all about.
Sometimes it seemed like hours. I would see a light. Move the telescope. Focus in on the images, only to see a man or some kid. There was no fun in that. Sometimes I could see them eating at the dinner table or watching TV. And too often they moved out of view or pulled the curtains and I could only imagine what they were doing. Out of sight out of mind. I kept looking, kept scanning, kept hoping. And then she came home. I saw her. She was single. She was pretty. She wouldn’t mind me squirting a little cum would she. I was ready. I was hard in no time, a record time. She must have felt me because she pulled the drapes, just before I was ready to squirt. She broke my heart. She hurt my feelings. Just as fast as my dick got hard, it went back down in no time. I waited and looked and looked and waited, but she didn’t come out ever again.
What a shame. It’s a sad, sad story to leave a man hanging like that. I’m sure she didn’t do it on purpose, but it hurt the same. Where’s a hot sexy woman when you need one? Don’t they make any real life exhibitionists anymore?
