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I just figured out how I got here.
How I became addicted to voyeuring.
Where I live, sex is a relatively taboo subject. I was quite introverted and never had any luck with girls. I guess the sum of those factors has forced me to vent my horniness in a different way from how most other people do.
I’d always look at random girls on the street. As I look pretty ordinary, nobody would pay attention to me and I was never really caught. I’d try to see through translucent-looking blouses, taking careful note of what kind of bras they were wearing. I’d imagine them stripping their bras, their fingers unclasping the hooks and revealing their soft tender breasts. I was always curious how every girl’s breasts would look like. Are their nipples tiny tanned buds? Or pointy, dark, eraser-type nipples? Knowing how much each and every girl value their bodies, the idea of them being unaware that if somebody has seen every square inch of them turns me on immensely.
I’ve tried many times to ignore my deepest and darkest fantasies but to no avail. They lurked on in the back of my mind, sometimes flashing up during my horny thoughts. But mostly I managed to keep it suppressed with “ordinary” porn. As I aged through the different stages of adolescence I kept myself busy with my work and life, only occasionally entertaining those criminal, perverted fantasies once in a long while.
I mean, there’s no way I am going to act on them. Come on. I’m going to be caught like the rest of them countless voyeurs, peeping toms.
Or maybe not.
Gradually I got consumed by the idea. I began searching for articles on spycamming and peeping, trying to find a pattern among those voyeurs who were caught. They were careless, I convinced myself. Why use a spy pen, spy hook or spy alarm clock in a bathroom? They’re the most obvious things not to be in a bathroom. Anyone with a decent mind will notice the disparity between those items and the bathroom. I thought, maybe they were so consumed by their desires that they acted on instinct without a plan.
Theirs were crimes of passion. They were bound to get caught.
Months, then years passed. I married the love of my life whom I’ve been dating for almost a decade and moved in to a new home. This was where my adventures began.
During our college years, we have a good mutual friend Priya. She is of Indian ethnicity, about 5’6″ and has a great bubbly personality when among her friends. We kept in touch with her occasionally after college, meeting up for lunches, movies and whatnot. I’ve always noticed that she has a pretty hot and well proportioned body; she always wore a well-fitting blouse and a pair of denim shorts. Sometimes I got the opportunity to peek down bursa escort bayan her blouse when got to stand beside her seated. Her bosoms filled her lacy bra well enough that I couldn’t see any hint of her nipples or areolae. When she ran or walked briskly, her breasts tended to jiggle with a mind of its own. I knew she had a pair of significant gems hidden under her clothing. She was and is still single. Knowing that she is probably saving her modesty for her future partner made me really aroused. What if I could see her hidden treasures before anyone else and she will never know about it? I felt a sense of dominance and control over her life. That turned me on immensely. This is the thrill of being a voyeur. Even at this very moment, as I type away on my computer, my dick is oozing precum just from recounting my voyeuristic encounters with her.
I knew, sooner or later, after moving in to our new home Priya would visit us and stay over for the night. That was how close we were to Priya, and that thought turned me on further. Betraying one of our best friend’s modesty, knowing how her she looked like nude while sitting down and having a coffee with her, totally unaware of my dirty perverted thoughts. That would be a priceless, cum-inducing moment.
Months passed after we moved in. She sent a message that she wanted to spend the night over at our place in a few weeks time. We wholeheartedly welcomed her to stay over and proposed some fun things to do when she came. Little did she know that I’ve prepared for her a surprise that she should never and will never know.
As I have mentioned earlier, the typical spypen will get you caught in no time at all. There is no such thing as a free lunch; some proper planning and effort is required to enjoy the forbidden fruits of your labour. I planted a high definition HD camera capable of recording at 60FPS in low light inside a recess on the ceiling of the guest bathroom. Mixed in with the camera electronics are the lighting wires and power supplies. The lighting accessories were placed haphazardly to disguise the tiny pinhole lens, which itself is camouflaged with electrical tape. With the trap set, I waited patiently for the day to arrive.
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We had a great evening with Priya playing games on our TV, watching YouTube and chatting about life. We stayed up till 2 – 3am before going to bed. I noticed that she had brought along a backpack and I was pretty sure she would be taking a shower sooner or later.
I was too excited to fall asleep properly throughout the night. The anticipation of being able to see my good friend’s sizable breasts, discovering the shape and colour of her areolae and nipples, finding out if she inegöl escort was shaved or not totally destroyed my sleep. As the hint of morning seeped through the curtains, I heard the guest room door unlock.
Adrenaline shot through my entire body. My heart raced and palpitated. I was going to go through with this perverted plan! I heard Priya shut the bathroom door as my dick made a tent under my shorts. I had to lie still and not rouse my wife lest she finds me behaving suspiciously. I was imagining her at that very moment, peeling her t-shirt over her sexy body, revealing her tanned dark skin. As I felt precum oozing out from my dick, I faked a stretch and a yawn and kissed my wife. I headed to our bathroom to piss out my precum.
I could hear the sound of water splashing in the guest bathroom. By then I knew I had succeeded. All I needed to do was to wait for the right time to retrieve the camera and download the footage. Priya had to leave in the morning and my wife had an appointment with her friend for brunch. It meant I had to wait for at least an hour before I could finally jerk off to footage of Priya in the shower.
I left the bathroom and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. No more than ten to fifteen minutes later I heard the guest bathroom door open. Priya, dressed in her casual blouse and shorts walked towards the kitchen.
“Good morning. I could smell that in the bathroom. What’s for breakfast?” Priya asked as she was drying her damp hair with a towel.
“Bacon, eggs and toast. Hope you had a great shower just now. Please tell me we didn’t spend all the money for the rain shower for nothing.” I smiled cheekily.
“Yeah, that was the best shower I ever had in someone else’s house. Besides mine.” She playfully replied. I couldn’t help and took a quick glance of her from top to bottom, trying to burn the image of her in my mind. She had no idea, no idea at all what just happened.
I quickly returned to my non-horny self and time quickly passed. We had breakfast together and both my wife and Priya had to leave. As soon as the door clicked shut, I did not rush to retrieve the camera. At this point, it was all too likely to get caught in the act if any one of them was to turn back if they had forgotten something. My dick, however, was so hard that I had to let it out of my shorts. The tip was glistening with a ton of precum.
I waited patiently for another ten minutes and decided it was time to retrieve the footage. With my PC already turned on and ready, I climbed up to the recess unplugged the camera from its power supply. As I brought the camera to the PC I realised my whole body was shaking with excitement. bursa merkez escort It felt surreal as I clicked through the folder to see multiple thumbnails of bathroom. I carefully copied the files to a hidden folder in one of the hard drives. Then, I opened the video file with the timestamp that matched the time I heard Priya entering the shower.
My heart beat so hard. I was so excited that even my dick had become soft. The media player opened and an image of the bathroom appeared. Under the soft and warm glow of the bathroom light Priya stepped into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her.
I could remember vividly then at that point in time what I was thinking. I was lying in bed awake and wondering how Priya would look like naked. Now, just about an hour later, I am really watching the footage of her in the bathroom. The time had finally come; I was about to discover her intimate parts of her body that nobody else should see.
Priya turned around and faced the camera. She proceeded to hang her blouse and shorts on the wall. Immediately she noticed something. She stared right at the camera! My heart almost stopped. But just as quickly she returned her gaze to the bathroom mirror.
She grabbed her t-shirt and started peeling it off. Her ample breasts with her black lacy bra slightly jiggled as she raised her arm to remove her t-shirt. Next, her shorts came off, revealing a pair of grey coloured panties. It wasn’t anything fancy but the normalness of the situation turned me on to the extremes. Without my knowing I was already stroking my wet and hard dick.
I knew what Priya was going to do next. She stood upright and brought her right hand to her back. At the same time her left hand went to her left shoulder to flick her bra strap off. I paused the video immediately. I knew that my relationship with Priya will never be the same again as soon as I unpaused the video. I tried to take in the moment: slouched on my chair, wet hard dick in my hand, an image of Priya in her bra and panties frozen in time. Taking a deep breath, I clicked on the play button.
She fumbled with her bra for a moment. Then it came off. Her deep cleavage became less significant as her teardrop shaped breasts came free of her bra. There, finally, I could see her very dark, large areolae with eraser tip nipples. The contrast between her innocent look and her vulgar, erect nipples gave me a surprise. And then, unexpectedly, she stared straight at the camera again, this time with her breasts completely exposed. I paused the video again.
I couldn’t hold back from the excitement of seeing my close friend naked. The way Priya stared into the camera seemed as if she was looking at me. The pleasurable tingling in my dick started to intensify and before I knew it, thick wads of cum splurted out. There she was, Priya with her perfect, natural tits out, totally unaware that I have cum to her naked body. I shuddered and laid back on my chair, and moaned a sigh of relief.
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To be continued…
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