Accidental Voyuer

It all happened by accident. My parents had gone out on their usual Friday night date. I was grounded because I blew curfew. So I had to stay home, straighten up and vacuum the family room, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and take out the trash, and then write at least ten pages of my senior paper. To say the least life sucked for me that night. But that was all about to change.
I quickly finished up the vacuuming and loading the dishwasher, grabbed the trash and headed out to the alley behind our house to put the bags in the trashcan. I couldn’t believe how fast I got my chores done. Less than fifteen minutes flat!
I was feeling pretty good about myself as I made my way back to the house. As I walked through the yard I noticed that I had left my new baseball glove next to the fence. I walked over and bent to pick it up when a light through the cracks in the fence caught my eye. It was coming from our next-door neighbor’s house.
Our neighbor was also one of my teachers. Ms. Holder taught junior and senior history. She was one of my favorite teachers. I had spent many hours that I should have been using to study, studying Ms. Holder.
She was tall and full figured, with large breasts and a more than ample ass. She rarely wore dresses or skirts but when she did all the boys lusted after her thick muscular legs. Ms. Holder was pretty with lovely brown eyes and a cute little nose that conspired with her fat cheeks to produce a cherubic face.
My junior year – the first year I met Ms. Holder – I read a book about Amazons. From the first time I laid eyes on her Ms. Holder was my Amazon queen. Then I didn’t know that I was a submissive, I never heard of the word, but looking back it is clear that the reason I worshipped he was because I wanted her to dominate me – to own me.
I looked through the crack. I could see Ms. Holder’s bedroom brightly lighted. The room was empty. I watched for a few seconds and thought, “What am I doing? She probably left the light on and went out.”
Just as I was about to take my glove and go back into the house Ms. Holder walked into the room. She was wrapped in a large thick pale-green bath towel – even after all these years I can still see that damn towel.
As Ms. Holder moved around the room I eased myself into a kneeling position to relieve a catch in my side from bending over for so long, but I never took my eyes off of that window. Ms. Holder had moved to a chair at a dressing table and was drying her hair with a hair blower.
Soon I grew tired of watching her dry her hair and my eyes begin to wander. From my vantage point I could see almost every inch of her bedroom. The room looked small with only a full-size bed, a chest of drawers and the dressing table taking up all of the available space.
Movement drew me from my musing. Ms. Holder finally finished with her hair. She walked to the chest and opened a drawer. She poked around in the drawer for some time; taking out articles of clothing – which I couldn’t really make out from that distance – she would look at it, and then put it back. She did this for some time, going through every drawer. Then she sighed heavily, reached up and unwrapped the towel and let it fall to the floor.
My cock instantly grew hard; pressing against my jeans seeking release. I could not believe my eyes. Ms. Holder naked! And just 15 or 20 feet away! I rubbed my crotch as I watched her move to the door, and… and… turn out the light!
“Damn!” I said my voice too loud.
I just knew that she heard me. Any minute now she would come out and catch me, tell my parents. Damn this is gonna suck!
But the light didn’t come back on. I was disappointed that Ms. Holder had turned out the light, but at least I didn’t get caught peeping on my teacher.
Suddenly, a light came on again in the bedroom. I couldn’t believe my luck. Ms. Holder had turned on the lamp next to her bed. The light wasn’t as bright as the ceiling light, but I could clearly see Ms. Holder – still naked – lying on her bed. I offered up a quick prayer of thanks to the voyeur gods.
I watched closely as she took what looked like a magazine from the nightstand. I couldn’t quite make out what kind it was. I strained… Damn!
Suddenly I remembered that Dad had binoculars in the garage! I raced to the back door, tore through the kitchen knocking over a plastic pitcher of lemonade – clean that up later – and ran into the garage. Luckily dad hadn’t moved the binoculars. I grabbed them, raced back through the kitchen, nearly slipped in the spilt lemonade, and sprinted across the lawn to my peephole.
Ms. Holder’s light was still on. She was still lying on the bed, still naked, and still reading. I put the binoculars to my eyes and adjusted the focus. Ms. Holder’s image went from a fuzzy blur to brilliantly sharp.
I was in teenage boy heaven. The 99X binoculars let me see her body as close as if I were on the bed with her. I surveyed her body spending lots of time studying her breasts.
Through the glasses, her nipples were dark taut towers surrounded by wonderfully wrinkled areoles. My mouth watered. I longed to suckle at those nipples. My young cock grew harder by the second. I knew that any minute Ms. Holder could turn out the light so I forced myself to continue my journey down her body.
Her stomach was soft and round and jiggled slightly when she moved. Just below her waist I spotted her mound. I expected thick hair, but it was bald! I couldn’t understand how a woman her age – she was 30 something – would not have pubic hair. I adjusted the binoculars taking them to their most powerful setting. I could see that her mound had stubble. She shaves her pussy!
While I was trying to figure out why she would do that her hand appeared in the edge of my lenses. I watched with my breath stuck in my throat as her hand scratched at the stubble on her pussy mound. I followed her hand and readjusted the zoom to a wider view. It was then that I saw what Ms. Holder was reading. It was a Penthouse magazine!
Quickly I zoomed in. She was reading the letters. This was too good! I zoomed back out and so I could hold the binoculars with one hand as I unzipped my jeans with the other. Soon I had my pants down to my knees, the binoculars in my right hand, and my cock in my left hand giving it a slow stroking.
Ms. Holder seemed to grow restless as I watched. She shifted on the bed several times, and then brought her knees up. My stroking increased as I watched her hand go back to her bald mound again, only this time she wasn’t scratching.
Ms. Holder lay the magazine aside. For the first time in my life I watched a woman masturbate. I have watched women masturbate many times since, but my first time was by far the best.
I slowed my stroking not wanting to cum to soon. My breath was coming in ragged gasps as Ms. Holder repeatedly thrust her big butt off the bed as she worked her hand between her legs and toyed with her left breast pulling and tweaking her nipple until it was as hard as the youthful cock I held in my trembling hand.
Her orgasm came fast – too fast I thought. She bucked and writhed on the bed, her moans drifting through the window and reaching me and pushing me over the edge. My orgasm came up from somewhere deep within me. My head swam. A small river of thick hot cum erupted from my cock in short pulses splashing the fence and dribbling on my hand.
By the time my head cleared Ms. Holder had turned out her light. Even at the highest zoom level I could not see her.
I went back inside my senses still on overdrive. While I was cleaning up the lemonade the phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Did you enjoy watching me masturbate, John?”
Ms. Holder!
“Uh… hmm… I didn’t… uh… I… don’t…”
“Don’t lie to me, John,” She chided. “Just answer my question.” Her orgasm still lingered in her voice giving it a smooth sensual quality.
“Yes…”
“I did too.” The line went silent, followed by the dial tone.