An Airbnb Voyeur

She had never thought of herself as a voyeur, and yet, here she was...

She had taken some time off to drive up the coast and just unwind. With the scenery, just the drive was terrific. Add a bit of shopping, a little wine-tasting and alone-time and she was a happy camper. Tonight, she was staying at a nice Airbnb that she found. She was going to spend a few days and walk the beaches. Maybe read a book, find some good shells. You know, the kind of things you read in books or see in movies. She had picked up a loaf of sourdough and a bottle of good Cab at the market.

It was great to just sit there and watch the sun go down. The place had a nice sound system she could plug her iPhone into and plenty fast WiFi, with plenty of separation from the other houses.

But then... why did her glance keep going back to that telescope set up by the big picture window?

There was another house down there, below the level of hers. And it, too, had big picture windows. Why wouldn't it? The views were great!

She had got up to look out at it but couldn't see much. But she couldn't bring herself to use the telescope. That wouldn't be 'looking', it would be 'prying'. But as the darkness settled, the lights in the house made it easier to see inside, and she couldn't help but to at least be interested. After all, she reasoned, why was the telescope here?

Over the next couple of hours, she found that she would keep drifting back to that window. Enough to gather that there was a man there, and that she hadn't seen anyone else... But really, it was none of her business. Half the bottle of Cab was enough. She would go to bed and hit the beach early.

When she awoke, she dressed warmly. It was early and the water was cold. As she passed the other house, she glanced up it and saw the same placard in the window that said it was also an Airbnb rental. So more than likely the guy was a guest, and not necessarily alone.

But she forgot about it as she continued to walk the beach for a couple of miles, resting now and then in the tussocked dunes above the beach itself. Casually looking for shells but finding none. It was much as she imagined her planned getaway would be.

After a light dinner out, she had once again settled into her rented house for another quiet evening. She had even finished a chapter in her book when that damned telescope started calling to her. She refilled her glass and went to the window. Looking out into the darkness, the house below was brightly illuminated inside, and she could see the guest next door moving around. "The guest," she thought. "The guy?" Maybe "the stud?" She chuckled at herself. He was OK, but she wasn't going to call him a stud. Life just isn't like that. But she was feeling silly.

What could it hurt, really? Just a quick look. See if the house was as nice as hers? It's not like she was going to see anything.

She moved to the telescope and adjusted it to fit her height. Wow! This thing had power! It wasn't built for light collection that you would need to observe the stars, but it sure had magnifying power! She couldn't even see the whole window, much less the whole house. But it also jiggled a lot. So, she set down her drink and studied the mount. She was used to playing with gadgets, and this telescope was very user friendly. She soon learned how to tighten it down to the solid mount too keep it from jiggling, and how to use the el-az gears to move the line-of-sight around. Then it was time to take another look...

She was looking into a Great Room. A combination living room, dining room, library, den, even the kitchen seemed to open to the room, though she couldn't see much of it from her vantage point. She then saw the neighbor walk in from the kitchen area with a plate of food. Again, wow! She could easily make out what he was eating! It was a BLT and a smattering of chips. The focus was also right there by the other controls, and she thought, "I gotta get me one of these toys."

She moved her attention to the man himself. He was mostly in profile, but a bit closer to the ocean so she was sort of looking down over his left shoulder. He was wearing shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. Humph! He had the start of a bald spot. But he wasn't bad looking.

She moved back from the telescope and thought to herself, "Am I really going to stand here and watch this guy eat?" She looked around and decided, "Hell no!" She pulled up a chair, set her drink on a small table on her right, and readjusted the telescope stand to bring it down to a more reasonable height.

For the next hour or so she watched him on and off, picking up her book when she got bored. It was weirdly addicting. Like gambling, with just enough teases to keep her coming back but not really providing much payback. She had watched him eat, read a little, write some emails (the text of which, unfortunately, was just below what the telescope could resolve), and now he seemed to be surfing the web.

On her next trip, though, just as she was about to go back to her book again, she took a second look and realized that he was now surfing some porn. She still couldn't make out the text or see details of the pictures that he flipped through, but she knew the look of naked bodies, and those porn sites had a distinctive 'likeness' of appearance. Menus of various fetishes that could be delved into by the viewer. She settled in to watch this for a while.

He seemed to like women ("Score one for the home team," she thought). But whether it was teens, Milfs, or grannies, who knew? Breasts? Butts? Again, too hard to tell. As far as she could make out, he was pretty much all over the map.

Her interest perked up a little more when she saw him jump to a fullscreen view and began to fondle his crotch. "Gotcha, you perv." She thought to herself. On the larger screen it seemed to be a woman in an outdoor setting, with some scanty clothing on. He began clicking through a sequence of images, and the screen as the woman on the screen went through different poses with fewer and fewer clothes on. His hand had worked the crotch of his pants to where the shape of his cock was becoming visible. No doubt it was getting harder.

She leaned back for another sip of wine and adjusted her seat, maybe a payoff was due at this machine.

With her eye back to the telescope, she found him back at the menu page and scrolling down to another selection, blowing it up to fullscreen again. Another outdoor setting, he had a 'thing' with that. As he flipped through the images, he unzipped his shorts and put his hand down his briefs. She smiled, "C'mon Daddy, gimme the good stuff." His hand started working at his still-shrouded cock, but she was pretty sure that wasn't going to last. He must have clicked on something because the image suddenly became a video of the woman, now naked, in the canonical kneeling pose of a blowjob. Now he raised his hips and quickly lowered his shorts below his knees. "Bingo!" she murmured, and as he reclined back, she silently blessed 'man-spreading' as his hard cock came into view.

Knowing where this was going, and now totally hooked she took a quick break before anything really good got started to remove her own pants and panties and returned to telescope in her own best man-spreading imitation.

He was stroking his cock slowly as the girl on the screen performed her oral magic. With his right hand on his cock, his left cupped his balls for a bit and then slid under his shirt to obviously play with his nipples. ("Ooo, one of those! He likes that does he?") He stroked steadily, not yet seeking his orgasm, just enjoying the process. This went on for a few minutes before he let go of his cock and went back to browsing, this time going straight to a video and selecting one with a guy going down on a woman. The woman was on her back with her legs pulled way back to let the camera catch it all.

She was toying her own clit now, feeling a moistness in her cunt that she could tell would soon turn to wetness with a familiar flush in her body. She was trying to guess his state and mirror it. She wanted to cum with him and not be left unfinished when he shut down the computer and pulled up his pants.

Fortunately, he didn't seem to be in any hurry. He was back to playing with his nipples with one hand while the other performed various routines on his cock: stroking it, squeezing it, pulling on his balls and spreading the pre-cum now forming on its head. What an apt word for the end of a hard cock; its head. On the screen, it looked like the man was fingering the woman as he ate her and she slid her own fingers down and into her cunt. Mmmm... there was that flush, her pussy was undeniably wet now!

After several more minutes, he went back to browsing and flipped through a couple of other niches: two women, another blowjob, something she couldn't make out and then to another blowjob, this one with the woman on her back, her head hanging off the edge and taking a cock in deep. He leaned back and stretched, his hand pulling on his cock! It looked like it might even have hurt, but he was clearly liking what he saw but trying not to cum yet.

Interesting, this position had always turned her on as well. She liked that, while exposed, she was comfortable, and she liked how deeply her partner's cock could penetrate before she found herself fighting a gag reflex. Somehow it made her feel powerful, better than women who were too afraid to try it.

He was back to stroking his cock again and flexing his butt to raise his cock as though he was fucking the woman's throat. Then he suddenly rolled his head back and spread his arms wide, trying with all his might not to cum, his eyes closed so as to not be tempted. She smiled. She liked a man that could control himself. But it didn't mean that she had to! She took advantage of the break to rub her clit furiously, imaging a cock sliding in and out of her throat as she lay accepting of it. She came with a jerk and a shudder, hunching her shoulders as her pussy throbbed under her fingers. She had pulled away from the telescope and closed her eyes as she allowed the orgasm to pass through her body and subside.

When she returned to the 'scope, he was back to browsing and touching his cock carefully. Tapping at it, back and forth. He seemed to have recovered from the edge. His next selection was a large-breasted woman being titty-fucked. Ohh... she liked that one! She liked her breasts, but this is one image that always made her wish she had somewhat larger breasts just to experience this activity to its fullest. Yes, she liked a hard cock between her breasts, but the best she could really do is to trap the cock against his stomach as she held her breasts against it. She wouldn't want huge breasts all the time, but just for a titty-fuck? She would love to be able to lift her breasts up and down around a cock, entirely enfolding it, while she toyed the head with her tongue!

Her neighbor was back to humping his hips off the seat, imagining it sliding though that soft tunnel. Her hand was back working on her crotch as she watched both him and the screen he was watching. In her mind now, she was the woman being titty-fucked while he watched her. It made her feel very sexy, and her wet cunt was beginning to build up towards another orgasm. Meanwhile, his cock was glistening now from tip to root and even his fingers. She could almost hear the squishing sound as he continued to stroke.

Then he surprised her! He took his wet hand and smeared it over his face and lips! Her partners had never done that, but she could imagine how the musky smell and salty taste of the fluids would add to the experience. She brought her own wet hand up to her face. She slid her index finger between her lips and her nose and inhaled. The she sucked on her middle and ring fingers. She liked a man that liked her taste and smell.

She went back to the eyepiece. He was back to browsing briefly, and then pulled up yet another video, this one was a woman on her hands and knees, being fucked from behind, and he had picked up the pace of his stroking. He was no longer toying with his balls but had gone back under his shirt and it appeared he was really giving his nipples a workout! She had moved both her hands between her legs, one working on her clit, the other filling her pussy with two, sometimes three, fingers. She could feel another orgasm rising, and her view suffered somewhat as she couldn't keep her head still.

The fucking on the screen was slow, but very sexy. She could imagine how it would feel to have a cock slowly stroking in and out of her, desperately wanting it to speed up. The woman on the screen seemed to have her face buried in the sheets as she was being fucked. He was stroking hard and fast now. She was rubbing her clit harder and faster and curling the fingers in her cunt. She couldn't tell from her view, but maybe it was so slow because the woman was being fucked in the ass. "Oh my God!" She began to cum again! Her body flushed again, and her hand was absolutely soaked! She could barely see through the telescope, but it seemed as though he had lifted his hips right off the seat and his hand was flying along his cock!

Her breathing stopped as her orgasm hit her once, twice, three times, before she realized she had lifted herself up as well and she collapsed back down onto the seat, her body still subject random, uncontrollable spasms. She clasped her hand to her cunt and slammed her thighs tight together.

She returned to the telescope. She had missed his ejaculation (a shame, she loved seeing a man spurt his load) but she could see how it had splattered all over his t-shirt, leaving dark, wet stains where it landed. She smiled. She loved a large load, whether in her pussy or her mouth.

They each sat and recovered separately. They both pulled their pants back on without cleaning up. She stood up and left the window, deciding to give him some privacy during his recovery. She chuckled to herself, "How thoughtful of me!"

She might just walk the beach again tomorrow. Maybe she would bump into someone...