The Voyeur

[sandmartin]

Every morning at seven o’clock I take myself off for a walk come hail, wind, or rain. I do the same every evening although the time is less certain. This has become my routine since I recovered from breaking my leg three years ago when I was fifteen. The doctors advised swimming as a good way to strengthen the muscles in my leg after my plaster was removed. I followed their advice for a brief period, but not being a very apt swimmer, I took to walking as soon as I was able and have stayed with it ever since.

Today was no different to any other; I walked down the road, climbed the style and followed the path through the woods to the field on the far side. From there I headed down to the brook and followed it as it meandered down past the old mill.

The old mill was all but derelict now, a shadow of its former pride, it lay dormant and forgotten. A narrow, overgrown path, which would be completely overgrown now were it not for my daily passage, led me to an old orchard. In season, I would still take a ripe apple as I walked. Beyond the orchard, a broken gate led me down a path past the small isolated cottage that had been refurbished some two years back and was occasionally let as a holiday retreat.

I was mildly surprised to see a car parked outside the cottage as I approached. But realised holiday makers were in residence. I past on, noting the closed curtains at the downstairs windows, nobody ever came down here and the curtains were never drawn except when there were guests in residence.

I climbed up the narrow lane, looping round over the small bridge over the brook and headed homeward, leaving the dirt track to walk the footpath on the bank high above the brook.

As I passed the cottage and looked across, I stopped dead in my tracks and peered through the trees. I could have sworn I had just seen movement in one of the bedroom windows which were un-curtained. The upper windows were slightly lower down from where I stood and as I watched, sure enough I saw him, or rather his naked bum briefly as he dressed. Giggling quietly to myself, I headed for home.

That evening the car was gone and the mornings treat was quickly forgotten as I continued my walk. The next morning the car was back again. I hurried round to my vantage point across the brook. The curtains were once again open but there was no sign of life. I loitered, hanging around for almost twenty minutes before I caught sight of him getting out of bed in all his naked glory! Not that there was much to see in the light, until he passed the window that is.

The windows of the old cottage were low, so I had a good view of his legs and u-hmm! But not much else, not that I was interested in seeing much else. I had never seen a man naked before and the fleeting glimpse I saw kept me amused the rest of the day.

What I needed to do of course was get closer for a more intricate view of him. The only way to that was to fetch a ladder, this was totally out of the question. The downstairs bathroom was an option, but nobody used the shower with the blinds-up. I pondered this for the rest of the day, though I came up with no solution and had to accept that the best view I was going to get was the fleeting glimpse of the morning and I would have to content myself with that.



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Sandy

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

William "Will" Martin:

An American whose wife was killed in a car accident just over a year ago, the fault of the other driver, where Will was only slightly injured.

He was the beneficiary of her life insurance and also a very large settlement from car insurance as well as winning a wrongful death lawsuit.
Now he's not rented, but leased the cottage for a year to live in and get away from everything and everyone who reminds him of the accident and is hounding him for some of the money he now has as a result of the tragedy.
He's 34 years old and fit and also has a strong sex drive. That's one of the reasons for coming to England so he can find an outlet for it where no one knows him or how much money he has.

A woman will have to want him for himself rather than his new wealth since all anyone knows is that his wife died in an auto accident just over a year ago.

Will was turning away from the bedroom window when he saw a very attractive young woman on the crest of the hill beind the house in the dresser mirror.

She was just standing there looking down right at the bedroom window and Will smiled to himself as he could tell from the mirror that she all she could see of him was between his belly button and just above his knees. Watching over his shoulder, Will turns back and languidly reaches down and rubs his prick and balls, lifts them a bit and then drops them both and walks away from the window.

All the while she's watching not missing a single thing he's done and her head turns as she watches him walk away. Then she shakes her head, seems to shiver and walks out of sight in the mirror herself.

'Well, well it seems I have a voyeur, a Peeping Thelma instead of a Peeping Tom.
'I wonder how long it's been going on and if she'll be back again tomorrow,' Will thinks to himself and feels himself becoming aroused at the thought as he heads for his morning shower before dressing and heading to the small town to buy some supplies and find a store where he can buy some books to read and perhaps a store where he can buy some movies on DVD or tape to watch.

 

[sandmartin]

Oh my God – OH MY GOD! I saw him!!! I saw him reach down and fondle himself. It’s a standing joke between us girls that men scratch themselves down below every morning, but to actually see it almost had me doubled up in mirth. I hurried away, just in case he should look out of the window and catch me sneaking a peek at him.

I arrived at the Village General Store where I worked and asked the owner, Mrs Tinsley if she knew who was renting Mill Cottage. She had heard through the local gossip network that the cottage had been leased long term, for a year she had heard. Mrs Roberts wouldn’t be in until tomorrow, Tuesday, so we wouldn’t get to hear the news properly until then.

The Roberts’ owned a farm and the land on which Mill Cottage and the old Mill were situated. They had refurbished the cottage and, as landlord’s, would know all about the new tenant. Mrs Tinsley asked what I knew, knowing perfectly well that I walked past the place every day. I told her that I had seen a car outside the cottage and that it was obviously let, but beyond that I knew nothing. I didn’t dare tell her that I had seen, or been watching a half naked man at the place.

Villages are rife with rumours and speculation. Everyone knows everyone’s business, which has its upside as well as its downside. For instance, nobody’s birthday ever gets forgotten, if a neighbour manages to lose a couple of sheep someone will usually find them. When someone needs help, everyone generally mucks in and there is rarely a need to ask, help is just there. The downside of course is the lack of privacy, such as when I started dating Josh, Mum and Dad knew before I could get home to tell them.

That’s not to say that people don’t have secrets. I’m sure they do, but if you want to keep them secret then it’s best not to share them with anyone, not even your best friend, so when Debbie popped in to say hello, I made no mention of the stranger at Mill Cottage or what I had seen.

Not long after Debbie left we had another customer, a stranger. He was tall and quietly mannered, nothing too exceptional about him other than the fact that he was a stranger and we don’t see too many of those unless they are hiking or fishing in the area. And then we opened his mouth…
“Are you American?” I asked.
“Why yes Ma’m – how’d you guess?” He replied in a friendly manner.
“Oh!” We didn’t get too many American’s out here, in fact I don’t think I’ve ever met an American. “The accent!” I replied sheepishly.
“It is a bit of a give away isn’t it.”

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The American:

"Well I guess that it is at that, just as yours would be in American lovely young lady," he says with a big smile and a wink.

"I need some things for the kitchen and hope you carry coffee as I've never gotten used to the taste of tea so rarely drink it, but I've got to have my morning coffee.
"I hope you carry Coca-Cola too. That's my major addiction. I drink it constantly during the day.
"I've a shopping list. Want to help me find the things the first time until I've learned where to find everything," he says as he looks around the store a bit helplessly not seeing familiar labels then back at her again.

 

[sandmartin]

I helped him find the things he needed and couldn't help myself from blushing at almost every word he said. And the way he kept addressing me as Ma'm, made me go all weak at the knees.

Eventually we had everything packed-up in bags on the counter. I rang it all in the till and told him how much it came to. I smiled as he asked me to help him with the unfamiliar coinage, and gave him a small packet of Welsh Cakes.
"On the house." I said, blushing again.
"Free!?" He beamed at me. "Won't your boss mind?"
"No Mrs Tinsley won't mind - I hope you like them. They are best toasted."
"Why thank you Ma'm."
"It's a pleasure." My knee's turned weak again. I couldn't believe I was acting like this.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The American:

"Oh and should I put anything on 'em or just eat 'em plain and toasted.
"I've never heard of Welsh Cakes before and don't really know how they should be eaten," he says with a smile as he wonders why, all of a sudden, her apparel looks familiar to him.

 

[sandmartin]

"Butter is best, especially if you are toasting them, and that really is the only way to eat them."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The American:

"Okay then butter it will be ma'am and thanks a lot.
"I hope to see you again soon, it's been a real pleasure meeting you and thanks again for your help and what I know will be a tasty treat."

He leaves with a smile and wave, gets into his car and drives off.

Back home all is put away and he toasts and tries a Welsh Cake, and with just butter naturally, and finds them very tasty.

'Hmmm, I wonder how she'd like a home cooked American meal or perhaps a bar-b-que.
'Maybe I'll invite her next time I see her to thank her properly,' he thinks to himself as he sits down to read and eat some of the cakes.

 

[sandmartin]

I watched him leave and felt a prank of disappointment, then wondered why I should feel that way for a stranger. I sort of liked him, although he was perhaps a little old for me to be feeling this way.

The rest of the day past without much of note taking place, just a usual and regular Monday. I went home when the shop closed, had a cup of tea, chatted with Mum for a while and set off on my walk...

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

At the cottage:

He'd just finished a shower and was crossing his room toward the dresser and mirror, still naked from the shower, when, in the dresser mirror, he sees...

 

[sandmartin]

I could scarce believe my luck when passing the house I saw him naked through the window again. It suddenly struck me that the guy must be alone in the house.

I watched for a few moments, but the view wasn't clear enough at this distance to see much more than an impression of manly nakedness. I wanted to get closer, yet didn't dare. Getting caught would set the whole village on fire with gossip, and what would my parents think?

I set off on my way, still thinking about the American who had visited the shop today - just what was it about him that set my heart a flutter. I knew next to nothing about him, but somehow I had managed to get a crush on him. To round it all I was becoming fixated on the new-comer at the cottage who prowled around the house naked - how could I get closer without giving myself away. It was a problem I was to spend the night wrestling with.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

At the cottage:

... the female again looking in his window and is about to reach down and use her as a fantasy figure as he masterbates to see if she stays to watch or scurries off when she turned and walked away.

'Ahhh well. Perhaps another time,' he thinks to himself as he continues to the dresser and pulls out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and pulls them on before going downstairs to read for awhile. However, he also knows with or without her he'll have to "relieve the pressure" soon. It's becoming increasing uncomfortable.

'I wonder how old the young woman at the store today is and if she has any attatchments.
'She was damned attractive and from what I could tell her body is outstanding as well, a great combination and fuel for a fantasy or two.
'I wonder if she's a virgin or has a bit of experience already. Either way I'd damned sure like to get her into bed and teach her all I know about sex, regular and kinky.' And he chuckles as just that thought causes a stirring in his shorts.

"You're one horny s.o.b.," he says to himself as he picks up the book he'd been reading and opens it to the bookmark. "You'd better take care of that tonight or in the morning if you're even thinking about seeing her again or she'll see just how horny you are and turn you down flat if you ask her out to eat."

 

[sandmartin]

The next morning I skipped across to Mill Cottage hoping for my morning treat, knowing in advance that I’d be disappointed by the distance. I still hadn’t worked out how I could getter closer and therefore a better view without being obvious about it.

I paused at the old Mill, one of my considered options was that I might just be able to get a view from one of the upper floors. Hidden in the dark recess of one of the windows, aided by my father’s binoculars should do the trick, but, just as I suspected, the angle of the cottage was too acute in relation to the Mill so even if I did climb up safely, I was unlikely to see anything.

Moving on through the orchard I circled the cottage and found the downstairs lights on. I was too late, the mystery occupant was an early bird this morning and I’d missed my fleeting glimpse of naked man. I returned home and went off to work where Mrs Roberts would solve everything when she called in later on.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Will Martin:

He relieved those pressures and his basic need while showering since he didn't see the woman/girl watching when he woke and had breakfast the dressed and headed to the village again and back to the store where "she" worked.

The bell tinkled as he entered the store and he was happily surprised to find her alone as he gave her a smile and a wave hello.

Crossing to the counter in kakhi pants and cambrey shirt and loafers without socks, "Hi and good morning to you ma'am.
"I just had to come in and tell you how much I enjoyed those Welsh Cakes and to buy some more so I don't run out.
"Oh and where can I buy wine and beer and also some whole chickens andbeef and pork ribs. I'm thinking of cooking outside and love chicken andribs cooked on a bar-b-que."

 

[sandmartin]

Ma'am - Don't you just love it!
"Hello again." I smiled, surprised to see him again. "So you're planning a bar-b-que - well you can always go to the supermarket in town. But Mr Jones at the Butcher's Shop three doors down sell's the best meat locally."

I fetched him some Welsh Cakes and rang them through the till.
"Are you staying locally?" I asked conversationally.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Will Martin:

"Okay to Mr. Jones' butcher shop it'll be then.
"Oh and by the way my name's William Martin, but my friends call me Will."

"Umm, yes I am, just outside of the village actually in a quaint two story cottage," he answers her.

"Ahhh, I hope that you don't think I'm being forward but since I don't know anyone here, except you," and he smiles, "perhaps you'd like to join me for a good old fashioned American bar-b-que? I hope you'll say yes as I hate eating alone," he says as he smiles at her, eyes twinkling.

"Oh and I'll need some other things so I can make my special sauce for the meat and potatoes so I can make homemade potatoe salad for us, I hope, to enjoy."

 

[sandmartin]

"Umm, yes I am, just outside of the village actually in a quaint two story cottage,"

I felt the colour drain from my face. I actually took a step backward in shock. He couldn't mean? Oh my God, it had to be, Mill Cottage was the only place available locally unless he was staying bed and breakfast at one of the farms locally.
"Ahhh, I hope that you don't think I'm being forward but since I don't know anyone here, except you," he continued without apparently noticing my near heart failure, "Perhaps you'd like to join me for a good old fashioned American bar-b-que? I hope you'll say yes as I hate eating alone?"
"Err... Well... Yes... I mean thank you." I was trying desperately to recover myself.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Will Martin:

"Great! Excellent!" he says happily and excitedly. "Now show me where the spices and things are and I can get busy whipping up my sauce and cooking it so everything blends.
"I'll need Lea & Perrins first and we can go from there.
"When did you want to come over to eat? Any days fine with me that's good for you and when you'll have time to visit and relax.
"Ohh, umm, and by the way, what's your name ma'am?
"I can be calling you ma'am when you come over now can I," he says with a big smile and very happy look on his face, in his eyes and obvious excitement in his voice.

 

[sandmartin]

“Here we are, Lea and Perrins and there is a selection of herbs and spices in the rack over here.” I pointed to the rack, well aware of the thumping in my chest.
"When did you want to come over to eat?”
“Umm! Well I don’t know – when are you cooking – tonight? Say about seven?” I could feel myself blushing again. God alone knew what my parents would say, better not to say too much. “Oh err Sandra, but almost nobody calls me that, Sandy.” I flushed again!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Will Martin:

"Then Sandy it is ma'am," he laughs quietly and winks at her.

"Seven tonight is just fine and if the meat's not quite done we have have a drink or two and chat.
"You can tell me allll about England and I'll answer your questions about America. Then you can tell me what there is to do and where there is to go around her Sandy ma'am," and he chuckles again as he walks around picking up this and that as he goes.

"Do you like spicy food Sandy," Will asks as he stops in front of the display of hot sauces.

 

[sandmartin]

“Spicy is good, hot is not. I’m not keen on chilli or things that rip the lining off your throat.” I watched him gather his choices and bagged them up for him.

When he left, I stood staring at the door lost to my own thoughts. Will, he was the guy I had been spying on – this was terrible. But it also felt kind of sexy in a sneaky sort of way. I wondered if he was married – what was I thinking!

That evening I returned home as usual and cancelled dinner with Mum, telling her I had been invited over to Mill Cottage for a bar-b-que. I didn’t tell her I was the only guest or that Will was in his thirties, though I had no doubt that she would find out about Will’s age soon enough through the grapevine. Not that his age would be a problem unless she knew I was alone with him.

I didn’t go for my usual walk that evening, I figured walking there and back was good enough. So at six thirty I set off for Mill Cottage armed with a bottle of red wine. On the way I resolved not to play peep at him again, somehow having met the ‘naked man’ it seemed wrong to continue spying on him. I arrived at the cottage ten minutes early and knocked on the door.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Will:

He was in the kitchen finishing the potato salad when there was a knock on the front door.

"Just a minute. Be right there," he called out as he quickly washed his hands then dried them as he headed to the door.

"Hi Sandy," he said with a big smile when he opened. "Do come right in please and you didn't have to bring wine, although it's very nice of you to do so."

Once she's inside he shuts the door and escorts her to the kitchen the warmth of the cottage has him dressed in just shorts, a button up shirt not tucked in and sandals.

"I was just about to put the potato salad into the refridg to chill and start cooking the meat.
"Thanks for suggesting the butcher shop. He had everything I wanted and was a nice man too, very friendly.
"Would you prefer beef or pork or some of both Sandy and how about a drink as I cook?"

 

[sandmartin]

He greeted me with a beaming smile. I don’t know why, but I felt a little bit nervous as I entered the cottage and followed him through to the kitchen. He seemed relaxed and very casual in his shorts, sandals and loose fitting shirt.

I watched him fussing at the sink, busying himself at the worktop, while I stood by looking lost as he chatted away. "Would you prefer beef or pork or some of both Sandy and how about a drink as I cook?"
“Oh… err… a little of both please. A glass of wine would be nice, shall I pour it?”
“Sure… I’ve opened a bottle of red wine all ready – let it breathe – unless you’d prefer white?”
“No red is fine thank you.”
“Let me see… the glasses are in that cupboard over there. They might need washing, I don’t think anyone’s been here in a while so some of the crockery is a bit dusty – and the wine is over there on the table.”
“I think the last people that stayed here was about a month ago.” I answered conversationally as I walked to the cupboard and fished out two glasses. They looked ok, but I washed them at the sink anyway. Turning around we almost ran into each other.
“Oh I’m sorry.” He smiled.
“It was my fault.” I blushed. God I wish I would stop doing that. I looked away quickly, hoping he wouldn’t notice my red face. “Are you having red wine too?”

I poured us both a glass and sipped it as he continued bustling about the kitchen. He’d lit the old Rayburn in the kitchen making it very warm, which was probably why he was so comfortable walking around in shorts. Whereas I was wearing jeans, t-shirt and a top, and getting uncomfortable, “Gosh it’s warm in here, do you mind if I take my top off?” I said, not really waiting for a reply as I pulled my fleece over my head.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Will Martin:

He didn't let on he saw it, but wondered what caused the blush she tried to hide.

"Of course not go right ahead Sandy, make yourself right at home."

He chuckles and says, "When I was still married my wife and I walked around the house in the nude quite a bit because it was more comfortable and because we thought each other looked sexy as hell in nothing or in my case with her in nothing but a sexy bra and panty set.
"So you feel free to dress as you wish here Sandy just as you would if it was your place.
"Nudity or partial doesn't shock me as we all have the same things, according to gender of course," he laughs.

"So other than society or the weather telling us to cover up why bother if you don't want to, right," he asks as he turns around with a platter of ribs in his hands.

"Mind opening the door for me please Sandy so I can take this to be bar-b-que and start them cooking?"

 

[sandmartin]

Mrs Roberts, the fountain of knowledge regarding the visitor staying in their cottage, had told us at the shop today that Mr Martin was a widower and that he had taken a twelve month lease on Mill Cottage. The former had shocked me and made me feel sorry for him, whilst the latter gem of information had been music to my ears, especially since he had invited me over for a bar-b-que.

I didn’t tell anyone of my invitation, except my Mother, who would in turn tell my Father when he came home. Not that I figured it as a secret or anything, I simply reasoned that there was nothing to tell so saw no point in giving wagging tongues and excuse to exercise themselves.
"When I was still married my wife and I walked around the house in the nude quite a bit because it was more comfortable and because we thought each other looked sexy as hell in nothing or in my case with her in nothing but a sexy bra and panty set.” Will informed me casually as I folded my sweatshirt. I wasn’t sure what to say when he referred to his wife, so said nothing. "So you feel free to dress as you wish here Sandy just as you would if it was your place. Nudity or partial doesn't shock me as we all have the same things, according to gender of course," He laughed.

I smiled shyly in response to his laughter. I sort of liked the idea, but wasn’t sure how I would feel about wandering around the house naked. In a strange, almost giggly kind of way I sort of liked the thought of him, or any man, wandering around the house naked. But then, I concluded, I should be embarrassed about it and probably wouldn’t dare look in case I was caught. Far better to remain unseen and not suffer the embarrassment of being caught staring, and that very notion made me flush with guilt for I had been doing that to Will all ready.

I opened the door and followed him out to the small stone terrace where he had the bar-b-que set up. I perched myself on the arm of the rustic bench and watched him cooking as I enjoyed the evening sun and his easy conversation.