Voyeur - Early Years - Part 1

Voyeur - Early Years - Part 1This is my first attempt at story telling. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Even at an early age I had already begun my journey into a life of voyeurism, I just did not know it at the time. I have early memories sitting on the floor playing with my toys one morning, probably about 10 years old, my mum had some friends over and they were lounging around drinking coffee gossiping and such, not noticing the innocent young boy looking up their skirts at every opportunity. I do not remember getting an erection, but every little glimpse of underwear or thigh would stir up some sort of primeval feelings from deep inside. My throat would go dry and I would get a little breathless, I did not know why then but it was very nice feeling. One similar occasion stands out above all others. One of the women had brought round some clothes they were getting rid of, to see if anyone wanted them before she gave them to the charity shop. The next thing that I knew, one of the ladies decided she was going to try everything on for size. I cannot remember her face, but I do remember she wore glasses and had long dark hair and a very full figure. Not caring a jot about the boy on the floor playing with his cars, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall casually to the floor, this was followed by her jacket and blouse, until she stood there, just a few feet away from me, in her black panties and bra, I remember vividly the moment she bent over to pick up her discarded clothing, her panties had ridden up her arse crack giving me a great view of her fulsome cheeks. A few years later I would have come in my pants like a shot, but at the time, at such a tender age, this was not possible. I just knew that what I was witnessing was something special, I was transfixed and could not stop staring. I remember the next lady to undress wore brown coloured pantyhose and a girdle, not as pretty as the previous lady but just as mesmerising. When she took down her pantyhose, she revealed her very skimpy white panties. The material was very thin, almost transparent and you could clearly see her bushy pussy through the thin cotton, there were even a few dark hairs sticking out the sides, my first glimpse of female pubic hair. The whole thing was very enjoyable and something I was keen to experience again soon.As I developed as an adolescent, I was aware that I was spending more and more time developing my skills as a voyeur. Instead of splashing around at the swimming pool with my friends, I would spend most of my time looking at young girls and women in their swimwear, trying to imagine what they would look like naked. Staring at their tits and arses and trying to make out the shape of their pussies through their bikini bottoms. I remember the best time were when they were getting out of the pool, more often than not they would have to pull their swimsuit out from between their cheeks, occasionally giving me a glimpse of their bum cheeks or pubic hair. School break times were another great time to hone my skills. Wandering around the playground and the school field looking for upskirt opportunities, and there were plenty to be had. Hockey and gymnastics also offered some great chances to get an eyeful.By now, aged about 13 I was getting plenty of hard-ons, it seemed at the that age that my cock was permanently stiff, but I had yet to have an orgasm. This was to change very soon.I have always been excited by women of all ages and always had a thing for older women, probably down to my early experiences. I had a friend who lived two doors away and his mum, to put it bluntly was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. Her name was Joan. I lost count of the times that I watched her getting out of her car in a short skirt or dress giving a me a great view of her legs and the occasional flash of her panties. I would lay there at night with a stiff cock recalling all the times I had seen up her skirt, rubbing and wanking my cock, a very pleasurable experience, but I had yet to come. It was one hot Sunday afternoon when that was put to right. My family were in the garden and I had gone upstairs for some reason. At the top of our stairs was a small window, that when open overlooked the neighbouring gardens. As I reached the top of the stairs I looked out and there she was, Joan. She was standing in her back garden in bikini bottoms with a long sleeve shirt that was fully unbuttoned. She wore no bikini top. She was playing badminton with her husband and every time she moved, her shirt would open exposing her magnificent tits. They were a great size with large dark nipples that were obviously responding to the open air. I stood there open mouthed as Joan?s wonderful breasts bounced and swayed no more than 15 yards away. I began to sweat; my mouth was dry, and the inevitable swelling was building up in my shorts. Unlike before, this time the feeling was different, and I instinctively knew what to do next. Still gawping at her beautiful tits. I reached into my shorts and pulled out my stiff cock, I then proceeded to ease my foreskin back and forth over my swollen helmet in rhythm to her movements. As my hand moved more rapidly, I felt an unfamiliar sensation deep in my balls and after no more than a couple of minutes stroking, I felt a surge in my cock, and I came onto the stair carpet. I would like to say that I came buckets and soaked the carpet, but there was only a small amount of fluid and it was almost clear. As I had never seen spunk before I thought this was normal until I started to come proper thick white stuff a few weeks later. The one thing I was sure of was that this was the most sensational feeling I had ever experienced and the beginning of a long career as a compulsive masturbator. I watched Joan for a few more minutes, with a still hard cock, before I stopped to clean myself up. I can still recall those early memories and have some exceptionally good wank fantasies over them. I hope you have enjoyed my first story. If I get some encouraging comments, I will give it another go.