The Voyeurs

by Gateroller

URL: http://area52hkh.net/asg/gateroller/voyeurs.php
Summary: A POV Shortie

"When are you going to come over and see the house?"

"I don't know. How about tomorrow?"

"That would be good. Why don't you come for tea, bring Jake and we'll go out for a walk."

"Okay, I'll see you about six."

"Bye!"

-o-

The two women finished eating, loaded the dishwasher and grabbed their coats. Ann also reached up to the coat hook and took down her dog's lead.

"Benji? Benji, c'mon girl, walkies!" Her friend Sue already had her dog's leash and was ready to go.

"Jake's looking a bit podgy," Ann commented amiably.

"Yeah, he doesn't get the same amount of exercise he used to. Working full time means I don't get the time for long walks. Ready?"

Ann nodded and headed for the front door. The two friends and their dogs walked out into the autumnal night air. It was still only 7.30 but it was beginning to get dark.

They chatted about Ann's new house as they walked past the row of houses to the bottom of the street. They turned right into a narrow service lane and then onto a footpath that ran between the backs of the houses. As the path rose, the wall to their right reduced in height and they could see the back yards of the houses just below them.

They tried to guess who lived in each house as they walked. The first backyard they could see was full of large, brightly coloured, plastic sit on and pull along toys. Obviously a child or children lived there. The next house had a lot of plants in pots. Must be a gardener in that one. About eight houses along they saw a backyard that was completely different from the previous ones. This house had a large glass extension built on the back. It was like a square cube of glass, with floor length, white muslin curtains gathered at each corner. The two women stopped and stared at the construction. In the centre of the softly illuminated glass room, was an enormous bed, standing on a wooden floor.

The bed linen was white as were two of the walls, the other two being dark red. There were two low cabinets, one on either side of the bed.

The two women nudged each other in awe at the simplicity and elegance of the room.

"That is one hellava room," said Ann quietly.

"Yeah, wonder if they know they are overlooked," Sue added, shocked at the thought of someone's intimate bedroom habits being on display to any passer by. In fact, the footpath was very rarely used. It was far too narrow for vehicles and ended in a brick wall further along, so it wasn't a thoroughfare either.

Sue and Ann looked at the extension for a few moments more and then decided to go back along the path to Ann's house for coffee. Ann had already started back as Sue was calling Jake. Just as the dog caught up with her, she took one last glance at the extension, when she noticed some movement in the room.

She hissed at Ann. "Psst! Come and see."

Turning reluctantly, Ann walked the few steps back to her friend.

"What is it?" she asked, the idea of hot coffee beckoning.

"Look!" whispered Sue, with a grin the size of a small country.

"What? What?" Ann asked again, intrigued by her friend's animated gestures.

"Come and see, quick!"

The two of them peered gingerly over the wall and their jaws dropped at what they saw next.

A tall, lean, handsome, grey haired man was undressing. He unbuttoned his blue denim shirt and let it slip slowly off his shoulders and onto the floor. He had well toned chest and abdominal muscles and his arms were long and strong.

"Wow!" whispered Ann admiringly. Sue just nodded enthusiastically.

The man turned, as if listening to something or somebody inside the house. A second man joined him in the glass bedroom. They kissed affectionately and the newcomer started to pull his sweatshirt over his head. As he did so the first man placed his hands on the other's chest and kissed his nipples.

The two observers looked at each other incredulously, open mouthed and wide-eyed. They suddenly broke into nervous giggles and Ann pulled at Sue's coat sleeve, indicating they should leave.

"Not yet," Sue whispered excitedly. "Let's see what happens."

"No way! Sue, we shouldn't even be looking now!"

"C'mon, they can't see us, they don't even know we're here."

"That's not the point. This is private, we shouldn't be here." Ann raised her voice with her last comment.

"Sshh," Sue insisted, putting her finger to her lips. "It's okay."

"No, it isn't," muttered Ann, "You stay if you want, I'm going."

"No, wait, wait. Look!"

Against her better judgement, Ann hovered next to Sue and took another look.

"Ohmigod!" Sue exclaimed. "What the hell are they doing?"

"Having a good time by the looks of it," smiled Ann.

The two women looked at each other with open-mouthed grins, then turned back to the activity in the extension.

The two men were engaged in, what could only be described as, a heavy petting session. They were touching, feeling, fondling, nipping, pinching, licking and kissing.

"Can't we call them something?" asked Sue.

"What?" Ann laughed nervously.

"Well, it would make it easier if they had names."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, if they had names we could...!"

"We could what?"

"Well, we could...I mean they'd be more real."

"Like they're not real enough right now?" asked Ann, nodding towards the writhing activity below them.

Both women focused their full attention on the bedroom romping. The guy with the grey hair had a tube of something in his hand, as he lay between the legs of the younger man.

"Silver Fox?" offered Ann.

"Heh?"

"Silver Fox," Ann repeated. Sue nodded and thought.

"What about the other one?"

"Dunno. He's got muscles though, look at him!"

"What does a fox go for?"

"Chickens?"

"Can't call him that," Sue snickered. "What about Dove?"

"Dove? What kind of name is that?"

"Well, look at him, he's got a fox on top of him and he looks so innocent and caring, yet strong. He's got smooth pale skin and he looks like an angel."

"Angel? That's a good name."

"Nah, Buffy's already got that one."

Sue rolled her eyes skyward, "Okay, we'll stick with Dove. The Fox and The Dove!"

They returned their attention to the show in the glasshouse.

"What's in the tube?"

"I dunno. Surely not toothpaste."

"The Fox is spreading it on his fingers and ohmigod, on his dick!"

"Definitely not toothpaste then."

"It looks like some kind of gel... shit! Did you see what he just did?"

As the two women gazed in excitement, Ann's nerves got the better of her.

"I think we should definitely be going, right now!"

"No, I want to see what they do," her friend countered, never taking her eyes of the two men.

Silver Fox was feeling for The Dove's puckered ass and as he slipped his finger deep inside, the women gasped and looking at each other quickly, blinked in disbelief.

"I've heard about this but I've never seen if before," Sue grinned, watching as The Dove spread his legs wider, arching his back and closing his eyes.

"Yeah, well, whatever. Still think we should go."

"Not yet, not yet," breathed Sue, shocked by her own arousal. "God, they've got such beautiful bodies. Oh...look what's he doing with his cock, pushing it in so slowly like that. "

"Fuck!" murmured Ann, "and they're moving together, faster and faster."

"Ohmigodohmigodohmigod!"

-o-

"Think they're enjoying the show, Danny?"

"Oh yeah."

The End