My First Voyeurism Experience

Submitted by Kandy Krush

Female voyeur watching couple who are having sex.I’m a voyeur and I enjoy watching other people having sex. I can’t help myself. I’ve always been a people watcher. A lot of the time when I watch the people around me I like to imagine who they are, what they’re like. As I got older I started wondering more personal things. Things like what they wore under their clothes, what a couple liked to do when they were alone in their bedroom. For a long time I felt a little guilty thinking these things, but I wasn’t doing any harm. It was all harmless fantasy, right?

The only problem was that something grew out of all that. It was a need, a desire to actually be able to watch someone in their most intimate moments. I wanted to watch someone having sex. I thought it would never actually happen though. I wasn’t about to start peeping in people’s windows hoping to catch them in the act.

Couple having sex while being watchedI’d never told anyone just how far my interest in watching people had gone. I didn’t want to be judged. But one weekend I was out shopping with a friend and we were sitting at the food court having lunch. An interesting looking couple walked by and I couldn’t help wondering, out loud, if they were into anything kinky.

The look on my friend’s face was priceless. I thought she was going to choke on her soda! She asked me what I meant and something in her tone had me confessing my secret. I told her that one of my biggest fantasies was to be able to watch a couple have sex. I didn’t want to be involved or even noticed, I just wanted to watch. She didn’t say anything else and I thought that it would be a long time before I heard from her again.

A week later I got a text message telling me to meet her at her apartment the next afternoon. When I got there she was wearing a short silky robe and a pair of high heels. Before I could ask what was going on she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into her bedroom. In the corner, behind one of those folding screens, she had set up a chair. This was where she led me. She told me to sit quietly and wait. I don’t know why I didn’t question, but I did as I was told.

Several minutes later the doorbell rang. I heard voices at first but then all I could hear was the sound of stumbling footsteps coming down the hall. I peeked through the crack between the screen’s panels just in time to see my friend pull her boyfriend into the room. They were kissing and she was tugging at his clothes as if she couldn’t get him out of them fast enough. If he was surprised at how eager she was you can imagine how I felt. She barely gave him time to kick off his shoes and step out of his jeans before she pushed him over onto the bed and climbed up to join him.

I could barely breathe and my heart was pounding so hard I could even feel it in my toes. My friend never looked my way; she didn’t acknowledge my presence at all. This was more than I had ever let myself fantasize about late at night. From where I sat I could see every move they made, hear every sound. I could almost feel how they touched. My skin vibrated with the energy they gave off. I was a part of it all and at the same time completely separate. I was even right there with them as they cuddled after exhausting each other.

When I realized that my friend and her boyfriend had fallen asleep I crept out from behind the screen and left the apartment. I was in a big hurry to get home and have some personal alone time.