Creating Voyeurs – part 1
Introduction:
My name is Dr. Josh. I devised a plan to maintain plausible deniability
I am a gambler, but I usually win. I play fair, so there are rarely ever problems. Anyway, I had a rather sizable chunk of money, so instead of buying a new house or a very expensive car, I thought I would have some fun with it.
Over the summer break, I posed as a laborer for the school when they did minor repair work on the dorm rooms. I planted some goodies in the ceilings of several of the rooms. No, not hidden cameras. That has been done and very often the women find out. And I didn’t want to take that chance. I had something much more interesting in mind.
Instead, I planted novels full of sex. I planted a journal supposedly written by a former grad student at the school and a few pictures of myself in my apartment on campus. These pictures were shot in a way that made it look like this former student was taking voyeuristic pictures of me. I also put spy holes in my own apartment at very strategic places, such as the bathroom, bedrooms and the living room. However, I also installed sensors by these places, so I knew when I was being watched. It sent nondescript notifications to my watch.
It was time to bait the trap. I left various bottles of alcohol in the ceilings of several rooms. For good measure, I left one or two ceiling slightly out of alignment.
***
It was probably a week after the fall semester started when I noticed a few of the freshmen talking to their neighbors with a lot of excitement in their voices. I heard murmurs of parties in dorm rooms. I wasn’t sure if that meant that they discovered the free alcohol left for them in the ceilings. However, by the next time the class met, the girls were dressing much sexier and giggling among themselves. While others were putting their finger to their mouth as they were stealing glances at my pants.
I had them! Obviously, when the couple of girls discovered the alcohol, they told their friends to look in their rooms. And one of them must have found the actual prize I had hoped that would changed all of our school year and beyond.
I intentionally ended a few minutes early, so I could start the next phase of my plan. I asked the class if they were settled in with college life yet and if they liked the school so far. Some of them said it started off slow (with the school being in the middle of nowhere), but it had recently shown a lot more promise. The rest of the class giggled.
Chrissy introduced herself and asked:
“Dr. Josh, so what do you do during the school year when you aren’t in class or doing other school related stuff.”
I said, “There isn’t much of a town, so I basically do a lot of things at home. I work out. I like reading, listening to my music and watching movies.”
She laughed and said, “You work out???”
I replied, “Hey, I am not much older than you ladies in here. I am only in my late 20s.”
She replied, “Still ain’t buying it. The heaviest thing you probably lift is your little laptop, professor.”
Acting all hurt, I lifted my sweater up a few inches to reveal just the hint of my six pack. (Ever since I found out that I might get a position here, I started working out a crazy amount of time.) I heard gasps from most of the girls. Just then, the bell rang and they started to leave. All except Chrissy. She just smiled and started to pack up her stuff. Once everyone left, she winked and as she was getting ready to put her things in her bag, she turned in order to have her face hidden. She bent over to reveal that she wasn’t wearing anything under her mini skirt. Prolonging her task, she started to wiggle her ass just a bit.
Neither of us said anything. It was better that way. She knew that I was still watching. And I had my precious plausible deniability. After a minute, she started to get up. I picked up a folder and started to look at the contents.
Chrissy didn’t catch me staring, but she did look down and see my erection. She didn’t pretend that she hadn’t seen the impact she had on me. She bent over to whisper something to me. She lingered several extra moments allowing me to get an eye-full of her incredible breasts. Finally, she decided to whisper — “Your welcome, Professor.”
With that, she turned and walked out of the room holding up the back of her mini skirt. Whoa! I wasn’t expecting that at all.
***
Later, that evening at about 8pm, I heard my watch give its first ever notification. I had an audience! It was in the bathroom. I went in and started to disrobe. After checking my face in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, I turned the music on and went into the shower. I started singing and intentionally substituting Chrissy’s name any time it was appropriate to do so.
I didn’t start touching my cock until after I washed my hair and shaved. Then I started to lather up my body with the soap and paying a lot of attention to my cock. While singing sexually-charged songs to “Chrissy” and remembering the delicious performance that she put on for me in the classroom, I was stroking my cock until it was as hard as it had been for months. I didn’t know for certain, but I suspected that Chrissy was the one in possession of the special goodies left in one of the rooms and I was reasonably hopeful that she was watching me now as I was now masturbating for her.
I put a chair for whoever was going to watch me. Since I was the one who installed the spyhole, I spent an absurd amount of time figuring out just where the holes should be and even more time camouflaging them. I wanted them to be as large as possible. I wanted the girls to be comfortably able to play with their pussies as they watched my performances for them.
I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard a woman’s moaning in pleasure. It could have been one of my neighbors.
I was telling “Chrissy” how much I was enjoying her mouth on my cock.
“Chrissy, you got me so hard this afternoon. I wanted to take out my big cock and let you suck on it right then and there. Ooh, that’s it. Take more of it. That’s it. Chrissy, baby, that feels so fucking incredible! I am on the edge, baby. Where do you want me to cum? Ah, you want to taste it. Yes, I love that idea. Go faster, Chrissy. I am about to…”
I was pumping my cock as fast as I could. Suddenly, thinking about Chrissy this afternoon and now masturbating with me on the other side of the wall, I just exploded. Imagining my throbbing cock shooting into Chrissy’s hot mouth, I felt my knees go weak.
I heard a woman cum, too. I still wasn’t sure, but it did sound like her. And what were the odds that a neighbor and I were cumming at the same time!?!? No, it had to be Chrissy or some other girl on the other side watching me. It just had to!
After I cleaned up, I shut off the water and said, “I want to fuck you so bad. I want to see your beautiful breasts bounce as my cock is slamming in you. Good night, Chrissy. I can’t wait to see what you do for me next time we see each other.”
Next phase of the plan should be happening soon. I smiled myself and fell asleep in my bed — as content as I had been in at least 6 or 9 months. Maybe in years.
