Angela, the Devine
Since I was a child, I always had a fear of tight spaces. My
clostrophobia developed at an early age when my babysitter,
Angela, punished me for being naughty - I showed her my wiener
as I recall it. After that incident, I was always in perfect
behaviour when she was around.
I often thought of ways I could reek my revenge upon her and
I was constantly on the alert. She had a nice body for an eighteen
year old, and it was as developed as it was ever going to be.
I was only nine years old, but I started noticing the opposite
sex and things like legs, buttocks and breasts. I thought
that it would be nice to see all of hers. I often thought about
it and even dreamt about it. She had a pretty face, too.
As time went on and she felt more comfortable in the house,
she would usually take a shower in the main room bathroom
since she would often go directly out with her boyfriend
after my parents returned home. What she didn't know
was that I had discovered a way of peering into that bathroom
from my bedroom above.
One day as I was playing with some coins, I dropped one down
the air vent and when I removed it, I discovered that I could
see into the bathroom when I viewed it from a certain angle.
Now that Angela had taken to having showers there, it was
a god-send. Each time she took a shower, I immediately went
upstairs, removed the grate and was in Voyeuristic Paradise
- she had no idea that I was there.
It did not take long before I knew every delightful curve
on her beautiful body. Her breasts were plump but firm,
her buttocks were small and round, and her vagina was well-trimmed
but not shaved. From my perch above, it was the only part
which I could not see well and that was the part I wanted to
see most.
On about my tenth voyeuristic experience, I noticed something
which I had missed before - possibly because of all the excitement.
On her breast she had a small, rose tattoo. When she rubbed
the bath towel over her lovely body I noticed that my penis
was getting stiffer and harder from one minute to the next.
And when she rubbed it between her legs, her vagina and her
breasts, I thought that I was going to explode.
Whenever Angela exited the shower, I immediately put the
grate back into position and went downstairs to play the
innocent. I did smile a lot, though, and one day she asked
me why I was so happy. I declined an answer but she knew that
something was afoot although she couldn't quite pin
it down.
When my mom and dad came home that day and Angela was about
to leave, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek to say
goodbye. I softly whispered in her ear, "Nice tattoo."
I didn't know the proper term for it at the time, but
her face went instantly from a blanched white to a crimson
- it was the brightest crimson I had ever seen. She was speechless,
looked at me in amazement, turned and left without a further
word to anyone.
When she returned to take up her duties after that, she never
took a shower again - stupidly, I had killed the golden goose.
Many years later, Angela, by a twist of fate had her revenge
on me when I was trapped in an elevator. Perhaps you will
read about it in 'Elevator Romance' in my next
sordid tale.
Devon20004
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