The Closet ( Mf  F  Voyeur, Introduction)

I rushed back into the house.  I had forever been forgetting things and today
seemed to be no different.  I had left the pictures behind several times already
and I couldn't get by with putting them off another day.  So when I remembered I
had left them, even though I was nearly a half hour away from home I rushed back.

The house was empty and the rush of cool air from the air conditioner felt good
against my face after riding in the car who's air conditioner had quit working
last week.  Of course it had waited til the hottest week of the year to do so.

I fumbled through the papers on the counter, and then hurriedly checked the
coffee table.  Where on earth could I have put them?  Then I remembered I had
stuck them in the shorts pocket that were hanging in the closet.

I opened the closet door, nothing would remind me more than this search how
desperately I needed to clean this closet out.  Clothes were tossed everywhere. 
Some were half on hangars, others were hanging on pegs.  Shoes lay at the bottom
all crumpled together.  No, I wasn't one for neatness.  I found the shorts and
was digging into the pocket when I heard the sounds of voices in the outer room.

Who could it be?  Jeff had already gone to work, hours before me.  But it was his
distinctive laugh that I heard and I knew it was him.  The other voice was young.
 A young girl or boy, it was hard to tell.  I wanted to rush right out and find
out what was going on but for some reason, staying hidden had its allure.  I
waited for short minutes then heard their shoes on the hard wood floors as they
headed right to the room I was in.  I grabbed the closet door and pulled it
mostly shut.  My curiosity wouldn't allow me to close it all the way.

The adrenaline started pumping.  I was once again that kid playing hide and seek,
trying not to get caught.  My bladder all of a sudden became full and shouting
for release.   I was sure of discovery if it were only because my heart was
pounding at immeasurable decibels.

I could see fairly easily as Jeff came into the room, holding the hand of a young
girl, maybe 12 years old.  He had told me several times of his fantasies about
girls this age.  I didn't understand it but never felt the need to judge him for
it.  But now, faced with it because I knew this was no innocent walk into my
room,  I was so uncertain.

She was just as he had described in his fantasy, just beginning to blossom into
womanhood.  Her face was round with a smattering of freckles across her nose and
her eyes were wide with wonderment.  Her long uncut hair reached to her waist and
lay in waves.  I could see her young breasts that were unfettered beneath a tank
shirt.  The nipples were pressed against the cloth and stood firm. Whatever had
brought her to this place had excited her, probably more than she realized.  Her
bottom was covered in short shorts that allowed her legs to look twice their
length.   I could even make out the soft down of hair that remained on her
thighs.

His voice was soft, whispery, the same voice he used with me when he was aroused.
 I felt my body's reaction to it.  "Are you sure this is what you want?"  I heard
him say, and my brain yelled out "No!"

She nodded and reached a small hand to his face.  That handsome face with that
electric smile that could just look at me and make me melt.  I briefly thought
the girl had no choice against those odds.

He kept talking, soft and low telling her that making love was suppose to be a
beautiful thing.  That he wanted to show her just how beautiful. His hand was
caressing her arms up and down, rhythmically with the sound of his voice. She was
hypnotized.  So was I.

I had rational thoughts, how could I let him do this to her, this couldn't be
right.  But his gentleness said what was wrong with it.  So what if he deflowered
her.  Should her first time be like mine, grappling in the backseat of a car,
hurried and over before it started and then left with the feeling of "Is that all
there is?"  But this wasn't right was it?

There were no feelings of jealousy as one might expect.  He and I had an
understanding of sexuality.  One that most people wouldn't dare adapt.  The
ultimate was us sharing with one another, completely.  Our time together had been
marked with the fulfilling of every fantasy that each of us had with the
exception of this one.  And now I stood hidden watching it unfold before me. I
was alternately excited for him and cloaked with my own misgivings of
impropriety.

My excitement won out and I stood outwardly quiet, inwardly shouting.  I sat
mesmerized by his slow art of seduction.  He stroked her hair, her shoulders and
ran his fingertips along her collarbone, carefully inching his way lower and
lower.  He told her how pretty she was.  He traced along her lips and she
innocently licked them, unaware of the potent picture she presented with bottom
lip pouting out and slightly moist.    I licked my own!

His motions were excruciatingly slow and tender.  Every movement and sound of his
voice like a lull-a-bye.

She reached and placed an untutored kiss to his lips.  He put his hands on the
sides of her face and said, "No, like this..." and I watched as his lips brushed
across hers, sliding back and forth, then heard her little gasp as her mouth
opened and his tongue slipped in.  Her eyes remained opened then fluttered shut
as the tutelage began.  When the kiss was finished, he pulled back, she remained.
 Eyes closed, mouth open and breathing a bit faster.  Her hand grabbed her
stomach as she slowly opened her glazed eyes and spoke one word "More!"

He complied, kissing her again with a little more fervor.  Her small hands held
onto his shoulders as his weight pushed her back on the bed.  His hands began to
rub up and down her legs, gently easing them apart.  With each upward stroke he
got closer and closer to her shorts til he finally pushed his hands beneath the
hem.  She giggled and told him it tickled.

The air in the closet began to get hot and I felt sweat trickle down my back.  I
tried not to move.  I was trapped.  It was a little late to let my presence be
known.  I wasn't so sure I wanted it to end this anyway.  I wanted to watch him,
I wanted to see how he would carry this out.

He never rushed.  He never stopped one movement and moved to the next until he
was certain she was comfortable She seemed to have surpassed comfort and moved
right into eager.

He cupped her then, hand placed over her zipper and she mewled like a kitten.  He
used the palm of his hand against her and began to grind it.  We both watched as
her boy-like hips began to move towards his hand.

It was obvious she was about to climax so he stopped, not wanting  her to cum
just yet.

He leaned and whispered something that I couldn't hear, she nodded her head in
response.

I watched, caught between arousal and discomfort, my face heated.  My heart
continued to pound as his hands undid her shorts and pulled them down over her
hips.  Her instinctive motion was to cover herself.  He lifted her hands away and
again told her how beautiful she was and he wanted to look at all of her.  He
didn't touch right away but merely gazed at her.  I recognized his thin hold on
control.

I couldn't see her as completely as he could but I could make out the top part of
her pussy lips.  The pattern of pubic hair was slight, just a smattering of hair
that remained soft like the down I had seen on her legs a few minutes ago.

Jeff's face appeared reverent.  It was obvious he adored what he was looking at
and it showed in the gentle way he touched.  Hi fingers began to fondle then
appeared to dip and as he brought them to his lips I could see the moisture that
was on them.  He held them in his mouth for long seconds— then told her how good
she tasted.  The blush that rose on her cheeks was captivating.  Her self
consciousness faded and I heard again her ask "More!"

He lifted her shirt then and revealed two pink hardened nipples on breasts that
were just beginning to form.  He cupped each one then held the nipple between
forefinger and thumb and easily rubbed.

The inexperienced young girl was lost to his knowing power.  Her face flushed
crimson and a fine sheen of sweat developed across her lip.  She moved towards
his hands, not knowing what she wanted but instinctively knowing there was more.

His fingertips returned to her small little cunt and he spread her apart before
him.  With his right hand he began to make little circles around her budding
clitoris.  Her hips began to buck and her mewling turned to moaning.

I watched heatedly as his finger slipped inside her pussy.  He groaned. I
imagined it must be extremely tight.  He moved to position himself at her side
and taking her petite hand he placed it over the bulge in his shorts. She started
to pull away then grasped, fingers touching and grabbing and wondering.

I shifted uneasily and accidentally hit the door.  The girl was too caught up in
feeling and hadn't heard the noise but Jeff had.  He saw me and smiled.  That
evil grin that said he was glad I was watching.  I wondered what I should do when
I saw Jeff put his finger to his mouth in a shushing motion. He became a showman
then.

He turned the girl slightly so I could see all of her cunt.  He opened her again
and I could see where the moisture had spread to her thighs.  His finger
disappeared again inside and he began to move it slowly in and out. His eyes
caught mine and I saw the lust in them.  It fueled my own.  I knew how badly he
wanted to fuck this little girl.

She began to thrash her head from side to side and we both realized her orgasm
was eminent.

With his attention now totally fixated on her, he fingered her pussy then waited.
 As the first wave hit he bent and let his mouth catch all the hot warm juice
that flowed freely from her little hole. The flow was bountiful and he sucked and
licked every drop of her virginal climax.

When the waves passed she lay there spent, arms akimbo and then shyly opened her
eyes.  She smiled innocently and said "Can we do that again?"

His soft, gentle voice assured her that they would do that and a lot more but not
right now.  As he scooted her off to the bathroom I wondered what his motives
were.  When she disappeared behind the closed door he spoke in a loud commanding
voice for the first time.

"The Art of Seducing a Virgin takes a little time, and you my little voyeur will
get to see it all!"

My own body shuddered as wave after wave overtook me with the promise of more to
come.