I started wandering around my good friends neighborhood several years
ago. He had recently move into a development that featured new,
one-level townhouses. When I used to go visit him, I would usually
end up pretty drunk. When I first started peeping, I really didn't
know what I was doing. I started out innocently looking through
windows, but the situation became more intense as I began to
recognize the same people over and over.
One of my first trips throughout the neighborhood turned out to be the
only time I would ever see a woman masturbate. She lived with another
female and had just climbed into bed after shedding her normal clothes
and putting on a nightgown. Her window was open and the venetian
blinds hadn't been lowered completely, so I was awarded an unobstructed
view. Hopefully, I told myself, I would be able to see something, but
the situation didn't look too good. It appeared she was going to do
some innocent reading before shutting off her nightstand lamp.
Seeing this, I went on to the next few houses scouting for obvious
signs of life, but found nothing.
On my way back, I decided I would check her room again because the
light was still on. After watching for a few seconds, I noticed
the blanket on the bed moving up-and-down slightly. With her left
hand, she was holding the paperback to read while her right hand
slowly massaged her vagina.
Although I couldn't exactly *see* what was going on, it was obvious
after 5 minutes she wasn't scratching a bug bite! :)
Anyway, her eyes stayed locked on the book and she only used her left
hand to turn the pages. As her stroking increased, she put the book
down beside her on the bed and began to use her left hand to pull
and tug her left nipple through her nightgown. With eyes closed,
her right hand worked furiously to bring herself off while her left
hand had made its way underneath the gown. She continued to rub
herself until the orgasm hit. Unfortuately, there was no moaning or
groaning as she reached her climax. She just simply stopped the
pulling, rubbing and tugging. After she caught her breath, she laid
her book on the nightstand, turned off the lamp and (I assume) went
to sleep.