VIEWS THROUGH A BEDROOM WINDOW - Sex Stories

VIEWS THROUGH A BEDROOM WINDOW

With the lights out, James could just about make out something going on in the house behind his. It was quite a distance away, about 100 metres or so, but he couldn't see exactly what was happening in the room. It looked like somebody getting changed, but he couldn't be sure. He got off his bed, and went downstairs to where the video camera was kept. It was an old piece of machinery all things considered, taking Hi-8 tapes instead of the standard DV, but it had a good amount of zoom on it. James took it back upstairs, positioned it in his window aiming it towards the houses behind, zoomed in so the window was full-frame, and connected it to his TV. That way, he wouldn't have to squint into the viewfinder. His own room still in darkness, the only light emanating from the TV which itself showed a bedroom. It wasn't the first time James had looked into the house behind. Michelle, just turned 13 and in the same class as him at school, lived there. He realised he was on the verge of voyeurism, but Michelle was a damn fine looking girl, and he hoped that at least once he would catch a glimpse at her changing. The room was empty at the moment, but the light was still on, giving James the impression that somebody would soon return. Knowing that the houses were built to the same plan, he could tell that the door he could see through the bedroom door was the one to the bathroom, currently closed, and he hoped it was Michelle in there, going to return to her room after (he hoped) her ...

... shower, wrapped in a towel to get changed. James began to feel funny just thinking about it. He and Michelle had been in the same classes at school right since they started when they were four, but their paths seldom crossed. Now he was getting older, he began to see her for the beautiful temptress she was and had now reverted to this: watching a camera trained on what (he hoped) was her bedroom, waiting for her to return and get changed. His heart skipped a beat as he saw the bathroom door open, and Michelle come out wrapped in a towel around her waist. Her breasts, larger than he thought they were, hung over the top of the towel, and she walked straight ahead into the empty bedroom. This was too much for James to take in as her towel dropped and she stood there naked, on his TV screen. He looked up from the TV to the window itself, as if to make sure that it was actually going on and not a video he had accidentally uncovered. It also occurred to him that it was a dream. He hoped it wasn't, but didn't mind. James turned his gaze back to the TV screen. Michelle, the teen goddess he had known since she was four was standing there, naked. Her back to the camera, she seemed to be shouting something downstairs. She pushed her long hair behind her ears - even that seemed to be seductive - as she turned around. Her 'bits' as he only knew them as were on full view, hairless, perfect. He felt a stirring in his underwear, and he was glad that he had hit the record button on the camera ...