All my life I have been fascinated with voyeuristic tendencies. Recently I have begun to explore them and have also looked into myself, to see why it is such a big fantasy of mine. Some of the events written here may or may not be true, as my mind has reshaped and forgotten things over the years. But here is my story..
Ever since I was a young boy, let's say about 8 years old, I've been excited by the idea of watching girls, unseen. I had found my first nudie mag, at a construction site. My much older sister knew about it, and told me "that's what the girls look like in the locker room at school." She would tease me from time to time with stories of seeing so-and-so naked there (neighbors, her friends, etc.).
Fast forward to about ten years old.. a friend (girl) who I went to school with, that lived in my neighborhood had an older sister. Maybe a year or two. This friend came to my house one summer day, with her little sister, and told me to come with them to their house. There was something really important that I had to see. We all three jammed over there on our bikes. When I went inside, her older sister was standing there wearing a nightgown, with a huge smile on her face. She said, "watch this", and did a cartwheel into a handstand. Her nightgown fell with gravity and there it was.. the first real pussy I'd ever seen.. her pussy.. right in front of me so close that I could have touched it. I was so overwhelmed that my body started to shake and I ran out the door, hopped on my bike and zoomed home. When I told my sister what had happened, she got frustrated with me, and pulled out my magazine from its stash spot, and made me look at the pussies while she turned the pages to them. She told me never again to run away from such a glorious moment. A week later while swimming at the river, she had her friend take off her bikini bottoms and show me her pussy. I had to sit there, staring at it until I stopped blushing and became calm. But I wasn't allowed to touch it..
From that day on, I became obsessed. Searching for glimpses everywhere, at the store, asking the girls at my school if I could look up their shirts, searching through catalogs, watching r-rated movies..(I'm 44, those years were golden with horror movie sex scenes and party movie flashing. The tits were glorious. We had cable and I was a latch key kid.. parental controls didn't exist). I would peek out the window at my two neighbor girls swimming in their pool, and always hang out with them, playing all their stupid girl games just hoping to see one of them naked. By then, my sister had moved on to college, but her friends would always smile knowingly at me when they saw me, and flirt with/tease me.
Jr. High. The age of exploration. Halloween without the parents.. trick or treating with the girls who are now older, and bolder with their costumes. Watching through a cracked door while a friend gets his first blowjob.. daring girls to show off their newly developed tits.. staring at the neighbor girls windows, after dark.. hoping to catch any of them changing..
High school was a drag. Socially awkward, pimply, skinny, no game. But my dad had an epic porn collection on vhs. 80's porn. Lots of bad acting and scenarios. My step mom was a young, blonde biker chick, always in cut off shorts and tank tops. She would lie in the yard and tan. Sometimes telling me I needed to also, for my skin. I would "tap out" from the heat, frequently, and go inside only to peek through the curtains and rub my hard on. She knew.. she would go to the pool and I would get out the binoculars.. zooming in on areas that I might get a sexy glimpse of the real part.. wet and glistening from the pool water…
My final year of High School, my father and step mother had moved, and I stayed behind with a friend, to finish school. One time I had come home early from school, after some testing. My friend had to work, so it was just me. His mom was in the shower, in the master bedroom. She had just recently kicked his father out of the house. The bathroom door was closed, but she had left her bedroom door cracked. I sat there, listening.. hoping for sounds of her masturbating or something dirty. My heart was pounding when I heard her shut off the shower. She came out into the room, wrapped in a towel. I probably should have snuck off, but I was glued to that crack in the door. I was only able to see part of her, in a mirror, but she dropped her towel and put lotion on her body. It drove me insane. When she went back into the bathroom, I snuck out and came back inside "normally". Of course I did not have the guts to even face her, but I quickly went to my room to tug one out to the vision I'd just had.
After I graduated, I rejoined my parents in the small town they had moved to. There weren't many girls there, but there was this one. Her name was Angela. She was a little younger than everyone else, taller.. not the most beautiful girl because she was still growing into her self. Kind of dorky looking still. But she was horny! She would leave her curtains slightly open at night, change into her pajamas in view, sometimes even masturbate. I was one of the few guys lucky enough to have a car. She would often call me, and tell me she was getting ready for bed. My friends would tease me because she wasn't super hot, but I knew they'd all had their turns watching her. This was probably the best voyeur experience I've had in my life. But there are more..
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3yl2l6/m4f_why_i_want_to_indulge_in_my_voyeuristic_side