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From: lmathews@lonestar.jpl.utsa.edu (Leanthony R. Mathews)
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Subject: Room With A View (f,voy)
Date: 17 Mar 1996 05:11:07 GMT
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From the Archives of the L.A.man.
True story. The names have been changed to protect the
innocent and the guilty. Grammer and Dramatical errors should be taken
with a grain of salt.
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"Room with a view"
My adventure started out purely by luck, or should I say
"good planing." It was the beginning of the fall semester at our
local university. Me and three other friends had just moved into
a two story townhouse. My roommate Paul and I, the larger of the
4 guys, took the one big room leaving the small room for Steve
and Carl. It just so "happen" that the hall bathroom was
connected to our larger bedroom through a spare side door. This
spare door just so "happen" to face directly opposite the toilet.
The next day, while my other roommates went to school, I
took liberty of determining what places would give me the best
viewing opportunities and the safest way to achieve them. The
most promising method involved the use an inch by half-inch
pocket mirror I had picked up a few months back. I could angle
the mirror under the crack of the door, giving me the optimum
viewing angle to whom ever was sitting on the toilet. But their
were a few things I had to determine before my fun could begin.
First, I would have to find the point at which a person sitting
on the toilet could see my mirror under the door. This would
give me a danger line that I could never cross. I sat on the
toilet and followed the line of sight directly to the bottom of
the door. I then made a barely visible line on the floor which I
would use as my guide line while I spied from the other side of
the door. My next task involved checking the lighting
conditions. Anyone sitting on a toilet would become ultra aware
of their surroundings. If any type of shadow suddenly appeared
under the door while they were doing there "business", that
person would become very suspicious. I would deal with this
situation by closing my room to all background light, leaving
absolutely no shadows. Finally, the most important factor became
the bathroom door lock. The lock was not on the interior of the
bathroom but on the bedroom side. This meant at anytime I could
unlock the door and enter, but the person in the bathroom could
not do the same. As long as I lock the door before I started my
voyeuristic activities I would not get knocked in the head when
someone tried to opened the unlocked door. Now that all the
bases had been checked I was ready for the games to begin.
The following Sunday Mary and Diana, girls from high school,
showed up to present us with some house warming gifts and,
basically, make our lives miserable. Mary was a fat ass slut
from high school who enjoyed partying with the college crowed but
lacked the grades to attend the local university. Diana was the
girl in high school that every guy wanted to Fuck. She always
seemed to be saving herself for the "right man." Diana acted
like the typical virgin, but we all knew she was a slut because
my roommate Carl actually fingered back during our high school
days. She was below average in height, but she possessed a porn
star body and a "Fuck me right now" face. To sum it up, she was
a wet dream with golden brown hair and I could not wait to see
her naked. The two girls offered to clean the house while we ran
some errands around town. Being the professional that I was, I
offered to stay and put together a wooden desk up in my room.
Confident the environment was ideal, I positioned myself in
the "hot spot" at the foot of the bathroom door ready for Diana
to maker her appearance. I hoped she would not think it was
strange that I was building furniture alone, in the dark, with
the door closed; I sure did. After about ten minutes of waiting,
I heard foot steps coming up the stairs. A ray of light cut
through the darkness of the bathroom as the hallway door swung
open. The bathroom lights flicked, a pair of brown shoes walked
towards the toilet. Noticing the large size of the shoes I knew
it could only be that bitch Mary. "Fuck it" it thought to myself
as I position my mirror on near danger line. I aimed the mirror
directly at her crotch, catching her unzipping her pants. In one
motion she pulled her pants and panties down her knees. "We've
got BUSH!" a thought as I noticed the dark pubic hair bulging
from her crotch. Wildly overgrown, the pubic hair seemed to flow
in erratic patterns. In the center of her immense jungle of
pubic hair, brownish-pink pussy lips hung together rather
loosely. As she knelt down to mount the toilet I was surprised
by how clear the view was from this angle. I began to feel my
chest start to burn. In my effort to stay absolutely quiet, I
almost forgot to breathe. Taking a gulping breath I noticed my
breathing was so loud she might be able to hear it. Panicking, I
slowly withdrew the mirror as her splashing juices made the most
beautiful sound against the water. I gracefully tip-toed back to
my bed making the mental note to remember next time to breath.
Moments latter, I smiled as I pondered how stupid my mental note
sounded. Suddenly, I heard a second set of foot steps coming up
the stairs. My smile grew larger.
With the speed of an elephant and the grace of a 200 pound
ballerina, I positioned my body back in the hot spot near the
edge of the bathroom door, awaiting my target. All I could think
of were vision of Diana's lily white panties tightly clinging to
the crack up the center of her moist little pussy. "Breath
slowly", I repeated to myself as time seem to stand still. I
knew I heard footsteps coming up the hall but the door was not
opening. "Maybe she is watching me?" I thought to myself as I
peeked over to my hall door to search for signs of another
voyeur. As soon as I looked I heard the outside bathroom door
shut and lock. "Shit!" I repositioned myself and slowly placed
my mirror near the danger line. She was already midway through
unzipping her pants when something very shocking occurred. Diana
barely pulled the pants past the bottom of her crotch. In fact,
I could see nothing because her pants acted like a shield between
me and her pussy. "Can't you fucking pull your pants down like a
fuck'en real person. Shit!" In my mind I tried to will her pants
down but my powers were weak that day. I had to be content with
just the erotic sound of her urine as she squirt it against the
water. She stood up and cleaned her muff without showing so much
as a pubic hair. I then came to the startling conclusion that I
was dealing with a pro. So was she.
The battle begin latter that night as we kicked back in the
living room. The girls announced that they were going to spend
the night and that they were not taking no for an answer. Hell,
they had just cleaned our apartment, how could we say no.
Looking Diana straight in the eye, I accepted her challenge.
Shooting off "I don't care" as the other guys nodded in
agreement. I then knew the battle was joined.
The bathroom lights flicked on and off all night. I was
powerless to act. My roommate was like green kryptonite,
cancelling my voyeuristic ability. I was having alarming visions
of Diana performing acrobatic routines on the floor in the
bathroom, taunting me as a lay helpless to act(watch).
Apologizing to all the voyeur legends past and present, I
accepted defeat and melted into oblivion.
The burst of the shower head awakened me from my deep sleep.
"Turn the fucking knife in my back why don't you!" I thought to
myself as I repositioned myself in the bed. I suddenly noticed
that my roommate was not in his bed. He must have left already.
I chill went down my spine as I searched the room for my trusty
mirror. Thinking about Diana's melon sized tits dripping with
beads of water made my dick harden. Then, just as I locating my
mirror, the bathroom door came flying open. Looking up in shock,
my roommate Paul came flying out with just his towel on.
Shutting the door, he let me know how late for work he was. I
didn't let him know how relieved I was that he had not caught me
at the foot of the bathroom door. Things could have got a little
difficult. I laid down thanking God I hadn't got busted by my
roommate, when the sudden realization that the battle was not yet
over. I peeked downstairs were my two sleeping beauties lay.
Quickly, I went back upstairs and begin my preparation for the V-Day offensive.
With a renewed sense of inspiration, I grabbed my little
mirror and cut off the lights. Assuming the position at the foot
of the already closed door I quickly rechecked the scene.
Assuring myself that everything was O.K., I placed the mirror in
the correct position and waited. The light flicked on and
immediately I knew it was just my roommate Carl. Not caring to
view the goods of my fellow roommate, I withdrew the mirror and
waited. The next visitor was my other roommate Steve whom I
really don't care to see. Thirty minutes later it happened. The
Goddess Diana came into the bathroom and locked the door. She
didn't go directly to the toilet but to the linen closet. "A
Shower!" I exclaimed to myself. It this point I could only see
the top of her calves. I dared not put the mirror past the
danger line for fear of her catching a glimpse of it. I just lay
there with my eyes affixed on her beautiful white feet and
luscious cherry red painted toenails. Then before my eyes boxer
type lace underwear dropped upon her feet. One by one she
removed her legs from the underwear. My breathing begin to grow
heavier. I wanted so bad to move the mirror past the danger
line, but I waited. For a moment it seemed as if she was posing,
but she probably was struggling her shirt and bra. My dick
became so hard I could barely lay flat so I had to shifted my
position. It was at this moment she walked towards the toilet.
With her crotch still far out of view I heard the sound of the
shower curtains being pulled apart. I knew she would have to
stretch to turn the water dials so I seized the moment and moved
the mirror past the danger line. At that moment I saw the most
beautifully sculptured light brown tinted ass cheeks that ever
existed. Barely visible, I noticed a minuscule amount of blond,
almost peach fuzz like, hair that covered her goose bump studded
ass. I stopped breathing and almost choked when I saw the edge
of her pussy lips slithering out of the crack near the bottom of
her little sculptured ass. "I can't believe this", I thought to
myself, "I wish I could get this on tape!" She finished
adjusting the water temperature and proceeded to stand straight
for a moment. I quickly withdrew the mirror to be safe. Their
was a strange pause. "Fuck, did she see me!" With the my mirror
drawn as far back as possibly I watched her feet. The feet
turned to face me at the door. "Fuck, I forgot to lock the
fucking door" I realized as horror and shock filled my mind. I
could feel the adrenaline rushing to my heart, making it bump
like crazy. "She's got me. She fucking caught me." If I reach
up quickly and turned the lock she would hear me for sure. If I
do nothing she is going to knock me in the fucking head. I heard
her hand grasp the knob, "To late!"
I heard the knob wrench back and forth violently. Nothing
happen. I looked up at the knob, it was locked. My roommate
must have locked the door before he left. Did she see me? Was
she just checking to make sure the door was locked, or had she
seen me? I lay there exhausted, thinking of how fucking stupid I
was for not checking the damn lock. What brought me out of my
stupor was the magnificent sound of Diana's uneven jet streams of
urine colliding with the still water of the toilet. I
repositioned the mirror, half expecting one eye to be staring
back. All that greeted me was her muff. She had a wonderfully
shaped box bordered by white panty lines. If she knew I was
watching, she was putting on a damn good show because her
splendidly shaped, golden brown, bush was in plain sight. The
hue of her pubic hairs contrasted nicely against her lily white
skin. I tilted the mirror down to get a glimpse of her lips but
they were not yet in sight, hidden by the edge of the toilet. I
tried for the next best thing, slowly aiming the mirror ever so
higher, her gravity defying tits soon came into view. As with
her ass, her tits were covered with more this strange golden
"peach fuzz" and goose bumps. Careful not to pass the danger
line, I tilted the mirror as for as possible getting a glimpse of
eraser tipped pink nipples. I could imagine my tongue flicking
those babies back and forth. She suddenly leaned forward. I
backed up a little. The sound of toilet paper being rolled was
crystal clear. Knowing what was about to occur I prepared for
the grand view by aiming my mirror where I believed her slit
would appear when she raised to wipe. Gracefully she lifted off
the toilet. "Front to back" was all I could think as started to
clean her moistly glistening pussy lips. They swayed back and
forth, always return to the center position as if they had some
type of memory. Her clitoral hood hung like a piece of meat
dangling between two pink borders. She flush the toilet and made
her way into the shower, effectively ending my one man show for
the moment. Although I could have waited for the after shower
show, I concluded that discretion was the better part of valor
and returned to furniture building. The war was over and I had
won fired the last shot.
Although many viewing opportunities were to occur throughout
the semester, none would have the physical beauty that Diana
offered, that was until we had "THE PARTY"......
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"The Party" coming soon!
The L.A.man