The Adventures of Shat: The Peeping Toms, part III
Part 3: The Peeping Begins!
Shat had developed a good friendship with Mrs. Greare’s son Nate as a younger child and spent a fair amount of time at their house. Shat would brag about seeing Mrs. Greare in her underwear or bikini and he swore she walked around the house in skimpy nightgowns when he spent the night. In the back of my mind I usually discounted his claims, thinking he was full of crap, but then one day everything changed for me.
A few months before we got caught peeping, Shat took me up the hill to the angry husband and Mrs. Greare’s house.
“C’mon dude, be quiet” Shat whispered.
It was the middle of a June summer day, sun directly over head and the heat was blistering. A car could have passed down the road at anytime yet Shat seemed un-phased by the risks. We creeped up to the privacy fence and began peeking between the slats. Before my eyes lay Mrs. Greare butt naked and spread eagle right before us. I couldn’t believe it.
Most people would have considered us perverts and inside I knew what we were doing was wrong but we were fifteen and totally paralyzed by her vagina. The horniness had kicked in and I couldn’t resist. It was a force greater than my freewill. The very sight of her made my joints tighten and my muscles ache, it took everything I had just to hold still. Despite my efforts, I couldn’t help rustling around.
Shat grabbed my arm. “Dude!” He whispered angrily.
Mrs. Greare raised her head a bit looking towards us. Sun glasses hid her eyes and I couldn’t tell if her sights were focused directly on us or not. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. We were caught for sure!
But wait… something astonishing happened. Mrs. Greare relaxed her head and continued to sun bathe. Shat and I finished our brief peep show and retreated to his house unable to believe what had just happened.
“Dude, she freaking knew we were there! She’s gonna call the cops man. What are we going to do?” I was frantic.
“Man, she doesn’t care. I’m telling you. I think she’s seen me there before dude. I swear she doesn’t care.” Shat reassured me.
Then it hit me. Maybe he’s right. After all, why was she facing towards the corner of the yard with her legs open, lying on a towel a good twelve yards from the pool? Why didn’t she just lay next to her pool? Perhaps she was trying to get out of sight from any neighbors who may have had peeping eyes like ours, but she had to know we were there! She had to hear me moving and Shat whispering!
For me the fear of being caught outweighed the reward of trying to catch Mrs. Greare in another compromising situation, but the horniness was strong in Shat. She had become a dangerous object of obsession for him. Shat now even insisted that she flirted with him when he was hanging out with Nate. I was slightly inclined to believe him.
Eventually Shat would convince me to go peeping with him again, this time at night. We crept up to the side of the house, crawling into the bushes completely enveloped in darkness. Shat peeked up into the basement window, the blinds were left completely open and there she lay on a couch in front of the TV.
Shat grabbed my shoulder, signaling for me to come up.
Sure enough, she was wearing one of the skimpy nightgowns Shat had told me about. She sat in a way that her smooth, tanned legs were tucked beneath but also out in front of her. Her thighs were fully exposed and you could see her silky panties. You could also see the outline of her wonderful breasts in the loose garment and her hair was let down, draped around her shoulders.
I literally couldn’t believe my eyes. We stayed for a few moments then headed back home. I was having a hard time catching my breath. I was terrified but excited at the same time. Shat and I knew what we were doing was wrong, but he and now I had started to believe that she was luring him in.
A few days later we would go peep again. We creeped back into the bushes like before and Shat rose up to look for Mrs. Greare.
“I don’t see anyone dude, I wonder where they are?”
Then I rose up to catch a glimpse, “I don’t see anyone either.”
We sat in the bushes for a few more minutes before we decided to give up. Shat started looking for a good chance to make a run for it.
“Alright dude, you ready to get out of here? Oh wait.”
The angry husband was walking around the house. He walked right by the bushes we were hiding in at the farthest end of the house and into the back yard, stood for a moment then came back. This time he stopped in front of the bushes.
“Boys, you can come out or I’m going to come in and get you.”
My heart stopped. I whispered to Shat, “say we’re playing hide and go seek.”
“No, say we’re looking for Nate.” Shat replied back.
“Boys, you’ve got to the count of three to come out of there.” The angry husband said, quite angrily.
“Uh, we’re looking for Nate.” I whimpered.
We crawled out of the bushes and the angry husband took us to the front porch. He started questioning us but we didn’t say a word. Then came the knife in the heart,
“Kristy, call the cops.”
I looked around to see Shat fleeing for his house, I scrambled to catch up. It was only a few seconds until I heard the angry husband in my ear, chasing my down the hill the Shat’s house. You already know the outcome of the chase.
We had never peeped before Mrs. Greare and after Mrs. Greare we never peeped again. In fact, peeping never even seemed like a worthwhile activity to us. Mrs. Greare simply made it impossible to resist. That long golden hair, her year round tan and that knockout body enslaved our sense of logic. We were a victim of extreme horniness.
Now an adult, I realize the power of horniness. Horniness turns off the brain. It makes you act irrationally and foolishly. It results in the death of both logic and reason. If a man cannot learn to harness his urges it will rob and deprive him of everything he has.
For some of us it’s harder to control. For my buddy Shat, that battle to control his urges must have been the equivalent an internal world war. Today we still grapple these urges and fight this war. Every man has different secrets and techniques for keeping it at bay, and those that can’t fight off the urges go on to become regulars at strip clubs or worse, the deviants blacklisted by society listed on the sex offenders registry.
Whatever technique you employ to deal with the horniness is up to you, just make sure you deal.
Shat revealed to me a secret grapefruit masturbation technique he employs, a few years down the road. Do anything it takes to keep the horniness at bay.