PART 3. VOYEURISM AND PHOTOGRAPHY
I looked out the bedroom window last week about ten in the morning and saw my neighbor mowing her lawn. She was wearing the tightest blue jean shorts. They were cut-off so the pockets showed, as did her fine ass. She was wearing a pink nylon sports bra and white tennis shoes. Her golden blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and held in place with a pink “scrunchie”.
Randi was a hot babe and the time we had secretly spent together in the past did not diminish over time. I often find myself thinking about her. I watched as she the pushed mower, the sweat beading up on her well-toned muscles. The sports bra was sweat-soaked, accentuating her pencil tip-type of eraser nipples on her size 36C breasts. The site of seeing this fine lady out mowing made me rock hard.
I grabbed my PENTEX 35 mm digital camera with a 500mm zoom lens and snapped a couple of quick shots from my second floor perch. I would share them with you, but then the world would recognize my best kept secret. Besides, I don’t need every hound dog in North Texas coming to McKinney. We already have enough of us here at it is.
Randi finished mowing her yard and sat down in a chair beside the she pool she had in her back yard. My second story window has a great view directly into her pool area, even though there is a privacy fence between our yards. I could see her sipping on an iced-down beverage. She pulled her sunglasses down to cover her eyes, as she stretched out on the chase lounge. After a few minutes, she stood up and peeled off her clothes, and jumped into her pool. I’m pretty sure she knows I have an unobstructed view of her pool, but she probably thinks I am not home during the day, so a private “skinny-dipping” is probably safe. Fortunately for me, I have those types of windows you can easily see out, but see in from the outside. Thank you to the solar film company.
Randi was completely shaven and clean. I watched as she swam a few laps, then exited the pool and re-positioned her self on the chase lounge, totally naked, letting the drops of water drip from her perfectly well-toned body. The water trickled off of her shoulder length blonde hair and down over her breasts and pooled on to the pool deck below her chair. For a moment, I caught myself glued to the window like a small kid in a candy factory.
Randi has the body of a model or professional dancer. She always dresses slightly provocative when shopping, but knows how to look very professional when going out for work assignments. She is a sales executive for a marketing firm that places beauty products onto large department stores and grocery stores, so she is able to set her own work hours, more or less. Randi is the divorcee ebvery man dreams to have living next door to him.
I tried to focus on my own work, but had to keep sneaking a peak outside to see what this “sun-worshipping goddess” was doing. I noticed she had her legs bent so that her knees were pointing skyward, as she lay on her back. I was wishing she would turn and face toward me, but all I had was an oblique view. Randi had casually draped across her stomach area and the other one held a drink. Every few minutes, she would take a sip from the glass. The sun was causing her to sweat. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead and off of her breasts. She playfully pinched her nipples and they stood erect as she glanced down at them. She pinched her nipples again and then lightly ran her hand over them, lightly massaging them. I watched as she let her hand slowly slide down her body and to her crotch area. She looked around to see if there was anyone watching, and then she began to rub her crotch area, arching her back in the process. She only did this for a minute or so and then stopped.
I wondered down the stairs and into my back yard. The wooden privacy fence kept me from seeing into her pool area.
“Yo, Randi,” I hollered across the privacy fence that separated our back yards. “You there?”
“Yeah, I’m here” came the reply. I am sure I startled her.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Planting flowers.”
“Really? What kind?”
“I don’t know- just got them at Home Depot.”
“Need any help?” I asked.
“Nah, I have it handled.” I bet she did.
“OK, holler if you need any help,” I told her. I imagined her just a few feet on the other side of the fence, totally naked. It was more than I could stand. I went back upstairs. I didn’t see her anymore. I retreated to my work on the computer. After a few minutes, I glanced out the window and looked again. No Randi. Just my luck.
All of a sudden, I noticed a shadow in the hallway. I looked at the desk clock and noticed it was about 1pm- to early for my wife to be home from work. I was a little freaked out. I was about to stand up, when Randi peeked around the door facing. She had on the very short blue jeans shorts, her pink sports bra and was barefoot.
“Jesus Christ, I didn’t hear the door bell,” I exclaimed. “You scared the shit out of me! Do you normally waltz into someone’s house unannounced?”
“Do you always spy on me when I am in the privacy of my back yard?”
Deny. Deny. Deny. Not me. I don’t do those things. Randi wasn’t buying.
“Come on,” she retired. “I am blonde, but not a dumb blonde. I can hear the camera shutter because the window is open and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize someone is snapping photos.”
I was dumbfounded.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I responded.
“Steve, I know you, remember? I am your next door neighbor and I know you as well as anyone on this street.”
I was caught. There was no use denying it.
“So did you get any good shots you’d care to share with me?”
I had to admit, I was caught. She wanted to see the pictures. Crap! I plugged the digital camera into the PC and brought up the file- about bout 12 shots total. Some were good, some were fuzzy and some didn’t turn out at all. Randi looked at each shot carefully. She didn’t say much at first, then said-
“Delete that one, and that one and that one too,”
“Keep that one.” My eyebrows went up. Did she say to keep one? Yes, she did. I looked at Randi and she smiled. She hovered over my shoulder, as I loaded each picture and brought it up on the laptop, her hand resting on the arm of my chair. I swear to God, she could not have been any closer except maybe to sit in my lap.
“Can you print that one for me?”
“Sure.”
We watched as the color print slowly emerged from my printer.
“I didn’t know you had such a talent,” Randi commented, “Perhaps I should engage you as my personal photographer.”
“So are you saying you would pose for pictures?” I inquired.
“Sure, why not? I think I am photogenic,” Randi answered as she stepped back. She pulled up her sports bra and flashed me.
“What do you think?”
Now how was I to answer that question? I smiled. I grabbed by Pentax digital camera and took a quick picture, even though I knew it would be out of focus and quite blurred.
“I’ll tell you what…let me set up a few things and take some nice shots, then we’ll see if you like them.”
“Randi said she had never posed topless before and wasn’t quite sure if she should. I reassured her that she had my confidence and no one else will see the pictures (so do not ask!)
There was a mirror mounted on the bedroom closet door in the office, so I told Randi that the best pictures are staged and planned, using props. I had her stand in front of the mirror, topless. I took a few quick shots. I asked her to run down to the kitchen and make us some tea while I sat up the tripod. She readily agreed. I sat up my tripod at an angle where I could catch her reflection in the mirror without a a flash being needed. I took off my shirt, but kept on my shorts. After a few minutes, Randi reappeared, two glasses of iced tea in hand. She took note of me being topless.
“Thought I’d just make things easier and besides, it was hot.”
Randi smiled. She turned and slid her blue jean shorts. She stood there wearing only her pink string-type of underwear which barely covered the important parts. No tan lines, I thought to myself…must mean she tans sans clothes. I complimented her looks and she smiled.
I positioned Randi in front of the ceiling to floor length dressing room style mirror. I activated the delay mechanism on the camera and slipped in behind Randi and placed both my hands over her very firm and erect breasts. Randi did not object and just smiled. We previewed the picture in the camera view finder. She said it was a keeper. I stood with my back to the camera and dropped my shorts and underwear just before the next picture took. I pulled them back up just as soon as the camera flashed.
“You have been ‘mooned”, I told her. Randi previewed the picture in the camera viewfinder and said it was also a “keeper.”
I had asked Randi to drop the underwear. Randi blushed. She balked. It seemed like an eternity passed.
“I dunno”.
“You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen,” I reminded Randi. She could not argue that fact. She peeled off her underwear and let it drop to hardwood floor of my office. Randi had a shaved snatch. She rubbed one hand between her legs, in her crotch area, a bit out of embarrassment, I suspect. Randi sat on the tip end of my office chair, waiting for instructions ever bit as shy as I had imagined. The site of seeing her naked, made me hard. I tried to hide it, facing away from her as I sat up the tripod.
“You have a problem there Steve-Oh,”
“Yeah, so I do,” I noted. “It will go away.”
Randi reached over and groped me through my shorts as I tried fiddled with the camera settings.
“It won’t go away with you playing with it,” I told her. “We have to keep this professional.”
“Can you take one of me sucking on your cock?” she asked. “Think of me as your professional cock-sucker . . .“Please, pretty please, I need to feel it.”
I unzipped my pants and let junior out of his confines. Now, I am not big, by any stretch of the imagination, but Randi said I was pretty close to being normal. She took my dick in her hands, and I used a remote control shutter device to snap some photos. She playfully teased like she was going to suck my dick, but the only thing I got was a light kiss on the tip end.
“Your hair is in the way,” I commented.
“You’re leaking,” she responded.
“Pre-cum”.
“Don’t squirt me.”
It took about six takes before we finally got a decent picture of her lips barely touching the end of my cock. I was about to explode. Randi got a big kick out of the tease.
“So what are you going to do with the pictures? “ I asked. “It’s not like they’re going to do you any good, since you’re not in the porn business.”
“Erotic Art” Randi replied. “ I can do things with them on my computer, you’ll see.” Randi smiled. I could only imagine what she was going to do, but didn’t know for sure. We took a few more photos of her in varying poses. I gave her the digital pictures on a flash-drive and asked if could see the final product once she had used her art program on the photos. She agreed.
“Sure, when I get it done, but first let me finish things we have started here.” With that, Randi leaned over and gave me the deepest French kiss she could muster, almost sucking me inside of her in the process. Little Steve stood at full attention. Randi dropped to her knees and took my dick into her mouth. At first she just kissed the shaft and rubbed it between her finger tips. Then, she deep throated me, ramming the shaft of my dick deep into her throat, all the way to the base of the shaft. She did this several times while moaning, which made for a very erotic feeling. Just as I was about to come she told me, “Tell when, so I can be ready.”
“When” I said as the cum started flowing out. Randi took it all, CIM. She did not miss or spill a drop. She grabbed a moist towel from my restroom and cleaned me up as I lay there, totally exhausted.
This was the best photo session I have ever experienced. Randi dressed and gave me another deep kiss before disappearing down stairs and out my back door, leaving me totally exhausted and not in my five senses. I couldn’t believe what had just happened and had to pinch myself to insure it was not a fantasy.
About a week later, Randi invited me to drop by to see the art she had created from our photo session. I followed her sweet ass up her stairs as she ascended into her private art studio. Inside the studio, was a huge gigantic 60-inch by 72-inch sepia-colored photo print of her lips, just at the tip end of the head of a cock my cock. I was awestruck.
I sure hope my wife doesn’t see this”.
“Don’t worry,” Randi commented, “it will stay our closely guarded secret.”
“Do you like it?”
“Well…yeah. But gee. .why my cock?”
“Because I want to remind you that being a voyeur can be dangerous.”
I have to learn to be careful with my camera.
Part 4. Taking things to a new level . . see what happen after this . . .