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Her Very Own Voyeur
by J.E.Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)

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A woman seeking solace after a bad break up finds she 
has an admirer. (Ff, ped, voy, mast)

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I thought I would be fine living on my own in this 
little town, miles from the nearest city. It was a small 
town where everyone knew everyone, and I soon found 
myself very popular as neighbors and neighbors of 
neighbors came by to introduce themselves. Every woman 
wanted to know who I was, and every guy came by to try 
his luck. One guy didn’t. 

He was friendly, but not overly friendly, not creepy or 
sleazy like many of the guys who tried their looks and 
lines on me. I heard some old classics and one or two 
good ones, but I really wasn’t looking for anyone new. 
I’d barely got out of a relationship, which was the main 
reason I had literally run for the hills.
 
The friendly guy was Greg. He was a quiet man who lived 
with his twelve year old daughter in the house next door 
to mine on the edge of town. His wife had left him years 
ago for a builder from a few towns over. Oh, the glamour 
of a builder! But I knew that once you get past the 
biceps there’s just nothing left to keep you interested. 
My Ex had been builder. 

We just had nothing to talk about. Greg was a writer, I 
found out at the local store. People said he had been so 
damaged by his wife leaving him he never seemed to date, 
although he did go out of town quite a lot – Something 
to do with his writing.
 
We got talking over our fence, just passing the time of 
day. Greg was an interesting guy. He was quick witted, 
mildly charming and a little awkward around women. He’d 
been out of circulation for a long time. Six years! How 
the hell had he coped without sex for six Goddamn 
years?! I can’t cope with more than a month!
 
Anyhow, I had been in this idyllic town for a little 
while, maybe a month. The sky was mostly blue, the 
mountains were high and the lake in the valley glistened 
with the ever present sun. Even winter was sunny, they 
told me, just damn cold. My house was further up the 
hill than Greg’s, boasting a porch which I loved sitting 
out on and reading a book in the evenings.
 
I was living off my savings, taking some time to get 
myself back together. My ex and I had been saving for 
fixer-upper house which we could buy and he could fix 
up. I’m kind of useless at anything beyond painting 
wood. But here I had nothing to do, nothing to fix. I 
could just try to get back to being me. You always lose 
something of yourself when you are in a relationship, I 
think. So I was getting back to being me.
 
From my porch I saw Greg’s pretty 13-year-old daughter, 
Madison many a time. She was a pretty young thing, 
small, dark, with a loose bob, but always dressed in 
denim shorts and T-shirt she was starting to outgrow, if 
you know what I mean. I thought fondly of myself at her 
age. It was a time when I was still into riding my bike, 
climbing trees and reading comics. 

It was also a time when my body was developing, growing, 
and I was noticing feelings and sensations I never had 
before. Looking at her at play filled me with those 
memories. She would look up and catch me looking at her 
and she would smile warmly and go back to playing, 
usually with her dachshund puppy.
 
Once or twice she came up and we chatted, like an aunt 
would to her niece, relishing her innocence, her quirky 
questions – curious, but innocent. We would talk and 
laugh until the sun was golden, on its way down, its 
last light catching the gap between her teeth as she 
smiled beautifully.
 
Then Greg would call her in for the night and she would 
say her hurried goodbyes and scurry off down to her own 
house. I would watch the sun being eclipsed by the 
mountain across the valley and soon lose all its power – 
Time to go inside. I would invariably fill a bubble bath 
and relax by candlelight, a glass of wine and my ever 
present book still on the go.
 
It was one such night I looked out the window over the 
darkness of the streetlights below, like strings of 
fireflies dancing through the lower valley, an ever 
present glow from the strip that passed for Main Street 
in town. Sipping my third glass of an oaky Chardonnay I 
noticed something through the magnifying glass. It was 
Madison. She too was taking a bath, but hers was by the 
stark amber of a tungsten bulb. I smiled as I watched 
her wash – Simple pleasure. Then she stood up, her naked 
little butt to me, and reached for a towel.
 
I watched her get out of the bath and was somehow 
mesmerized when she turned and I saw her perky little 
body, small but perfectly formed. She had a full figure 
alright, fully rounded pouting little puppy dog tits, a 
flat tight washboard tummy and a triangle of darkness 
joining her athletic legs. She was perfect! 

I smiled, feeling not the slightest guilt at seeing how 
this lovely girl was developing. She wrapped the towel 
around herself and left the room, switching off the 
light for the commercial break, I thought, thinking 
simultaneously that I’ve watched far too much 
television.
 
I figured that was my cue too. So I got up out of my 
long soak, before I started to prune. I wrapped my own 
towel around myself and walked into my bedroom. I have a 
low lamp that I noticed the first day had an old candle 
bulb struggling a pool of dim light into the room. But I 
liked it. It was a small pool of warmth in a dark wooden 
room, no carpet on the polished floor boards underfoot. 
I had left it on before I took my bath and it comforted 
me as I slowly dried my naked body in its dim glow. 

After my hair, I had started on my arms. I always look 
out over the valley if it’s still dusk, or back at 
myself if it’s dark outside – my naked reflection 
compartmentalized into several window panes of black and 
gold. This time I noticed another golden rectangle just 
down the hill. It was Madison again, this time in her 
bedroom. She too was naked and bathed in golden 
lamplight. But she wasn’t drying off. She was sitting in 
a wickerwork chair and she was looking right at me.
 
I stopped a second, trying not to let on I’d seen her, 
but surreptitiously steeling a look as I daubed my 
breasts with the towel. To my surprise, I saw little 
Madison with her feet up on the chair, her taut little 
legs open like wings. She reminded me of a little golden 
frog sitting there like that and I had to hide my smile. 
But she looked beautiful. As I moved to my legs I raised 
one to the chair so I could smooth sensually down one 
leg, showing off – You will be like this one day.
 
It was then I noticed how she was rubbing herself as she 
looked at me. This wasn’t well practiced, I know exactly 
what I’m doing and I like it, rubbing. No, this was I 
like it but I’m not sure why rubbing. Both hands, all 
fingers – Like she was trying to stuff a foot long sub 
down her non-existent panties! I hid my amusement as 
best I could; turning away as I swapped legs. I couldn’t 
help it, though, as I realized I was the subject of this 
little voyeur as much as I too was her own inadvertent 
voyeur, I smoothed up my inner thigh and toyed through 
my curls.
 
I snuck a glance at my little peeper. Yeah, this was 
what she wanted. I could see her stuffing that imaginary 
sub more urgently now into her crotch. Poor little chick 
had no idea how to really get herself off. I felt sorry 
for her, while at the same time being amused and touched 
by her innocence and her burgeoning sexuality. And as I 
trailed through my womanly curls, unkempt and grown 
since my break up with Daryl, I felt the strangest 
feeling. 

Beautiful little Madison found me the object of her 
sexual affection, and deep inside me this excited the 
hell out of me. I couldn’t believe it as that definite 
stir of excitement happened deep inside me and I felt 
that dull ache creeping through my loins as they 
moistened with my excitement. Holy Cow! – I was wet!
 
I continued myself ministrations, sneaking a peek at my 
little voyeur as she rubbed herself to silliness. She 
thought I saw her and covered up for a few seconds until 
she was sure I’d not spied her little sex show. It was 
then I noticed the light go on in the bathroom next to 
little Maddy’s room, and in walked her Dad wearing only 
boxers. I was piqued. I watched, now toying openly with 
my lady blossom as I spied the guy divesting himself of 
his boxers and running a fresh bath for himself. 

He was well proportioned, not bad for early forties, not 
too thin, not fat. His shoulders were wide. I liked 
that. And the fact I could see his equipment from where 
I was, was an encouraging element that gave me an extra 
thrill. His thigh muscles were clearly defined. He must 
have done a lot of hill walking round about to get them 
so well shaped that I could spy them from where I was.
 
I watched him get in the bath. He didn’t waste time but 
got to washing his taut skin straight away. I loved 
seeing his broad palms rub soapy over his torso, under 
his arms, his legs. He washed his hair, slinking down to 
dunk his head. And then he washed his face. It was so 
matter of fact, so direct, so masculine. I feeling my 
juiced up pussy lips seeping and felt a drip upon my 
inner thigh just above my knee. Greg was hot! And I 
wanted him!
 
I was, by now, circling my girl, teasing her out to 
play. I looked back at Madison and she was in the throes 
of a big cum. Good on ya, girl! You go for it! I flicked 
to her Dad and saw the best sight – Greg was feeling up 
his soapy length! This sent me over the edge into 
mindless lust. I started to strum my beautiful bean, 
just little ones at first, like a guitar learner doing a 
new chord. But when I looked back at Maddy she was going 
for it again. That little nubile was really going for 
the record. And flicking my eyes from one window to the 
other I watched father and daughter masturbating, each 
separate, each secret – but I could see, and it was so 
fucking hot!
 
I had to sit. So I did, perching my feet one each corner 
on the window sill as I leant back and displayed my 
wares. I’d never been so publicly brazen. Anyone passing 
could have seen me, but only little Madison was looking. 
I played one hand over my swelling mounds, my nipples 
tingling like sherbet fizzles on the tongue. I felt the 
arch of my spine, touching that sensitive spot at the 
base, above my shapely ass. I followed the curve of one 
cheek as it came around and became my slender leg, over 
its taut tanned skin to my knee, around it, and then up 
the inside of my tingling thigh.
 
I could barely cope as I touched myself again. Little 
shudders coursed through me like mini fits. But the 
burning below was so hot. My inferno was sizzling my 
effervescent skin outward from my white-hot bean. My 
hole gulping for something to fill it. Fingers! Yes, two 
fingers, straight in! Delving deep! Thrusting as far as 
I could reach and tormenting that other spot, the 
flipside of my ballistic bean! Oh, Fuck!
 
One hand with fingers deep – the other now polishing my 
shiny button to a brilliant glistening ecstasy! I 
started to rock on that rickety wooden chair, biting my 
lip, but for what reason I don’t know. I looked up to 
see little Maddy as furious as me, not knowing what the 
hell she was doing but doing it all the same! Her little 
legs splayed like the pages of her open book, she rubbed 
like panic upon her searing sex. Her head flew back as I 
watched.
 
Next door, her Dad was clearly reaching his own squirt 
fest, his head titled back on the warm porcelain bathtub 
rim. His daughter was rocking! I wondered if she was 
letting out audible moans and whines, but I was too 
preoccupied to find out. With my own furious finale I 
strummed a flamenco on my crying clit and buried my 
fingers deep inside me as I felt the rush of cum surge 
through me – burning my skin with sweet sensations as I 
gasped and screamed my orgasm.
 
I was still buzzing with fizzling flesh and red hot lava 
oozing from my hot wet fissure as I looked at Greg and 
saw his painfully exquisite cum face as a jet of pearl 
wisdom arced through the air and presumably landed on 
his chest. This just set me off on another furious 
encore, my fingers a blur upon my sopping sex. Maddy was 
with me, bucking and gasping as she too came to a 
rapturous elation, her cute little ass lifting off the 
chair and trying to insinuate her fingers inside. But 
little Madison hadn’t thought that far ahead and just 
bucked like a bronco, and then I saw the best thing 
ever.
 
As little Maddy and I blissfully reached that euphoric 
transcendent state, both of us thrusting our nether 
regions at the warm night glass of our bedroom windows I 
saw the unmistakable sight of liquid cum spray upon the 
window, and Madison was the little faucet doing the 
spraying. It was one long and unbelievably sexy squirt 
of girl cum splashing and running down her smeared 
window. I couldn’t contain myself and I shuddered liquid 
joy inside my womanly womb and gasped a last gasp of air 
before I collapsed on the chair like a rag doll.
 
It was several seconds before I noticed movement in the 
house below. Greg had leapt from his bath and run out of 
the room. He burst into Madison’s room with concern of 
his face and wearing nothing else but soap suds and a 
boner. Madison too was slumped, but her Dad’s entry had 
made her eyes shoot over her should and I guessed 
straight to her Dad’s boner. She must have screamed out 
in ecstasy, and dutiful Dad ran to his daughter’s aid, 
only to find her recovering from the best cum of her 
short little life. 

They said a few things to each other, but I was struck 
by how neither seemed to cover up for a few seconds, as 
though each had secretly wanted to see the other and 
have the other see them too. Then they both looked in 
unison straight at me. I too waited the appropriate time 
before I closed my legs demurely and covered my breasts 
coyly. But they were both transfixed, and so was I.
 
The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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