When Naomi and I first started going out together, she was sharing a rather nice split-level apartment in the city with another girl.
One evening I went straight to Naomi's from work and needed to take a shower before we went out. I turned on the taps and stepped into the big oversized shower recess. About halfway through, I dropped the soap and while bending down to pick it up I suddenly noticed something unusual.
There was a plastic mounting for a shower caddy, the kind of thing you put your soap and shampoo on, stuck to one of the tiles about three feet up the wall at one end of the shower. I'd noticed this before and just shrugged it off as having been left behind by a previous occupant who'd taken the caddy with them but left the mounting bracket behind.
At one end of the mount, a screw passed through into the grout between two tiles but there was no screw at the other end, just a hole. I'd noticed that in passing before too.
But as I raised my head from picking up the soap, I suddenly saw light through the hole. I squatted down and peered in - and could see into Naomi's room.
I quickly finished my shower, left the light on in the bathroom and went though to Naomi's room and examined the sheetrock wall which separated her room from the bathroom.
Then I found it. The first weekend I'd stayed over at Naomi's place, she'd asked me to help take down a shelf put up by the previous tenant. It was bolted into the sheetrock and really a useless little thing. Naomi wanted it down so she could move her dressing table further along the wall.
When I'd pulled out the half dozen screws fixing the shelf to the wall, I'd had to plug the holes with putty and touch them up with paint.
But it transpired that the tiny hole in the bathroom wall coincided exactly with one of the shelf holes in Naomi's room. And the putty that I'd filled that hole with had softened, probably from dampness from the shower, and fallen inside the wall cavity.
Now there was a peephole just below head height in Naomi's room straight through into the bathroom at about three feet off the floor of the shower because of the different levels between the rooms.
I checked it out from both sides a couple of times and found it could only been seen if you looked directly at it with a light on in the opposite room.
The hole on the bathroom side was pretty small but on Naomi's side it was half an inch across. But the walls in Naomi's room were white, so I tore off a piece of tissue paper and stuffed it into the hole on her side and it was not so noticeable.
Then I didn't say a thing.
The next time I was there when Naomi took a shower, I thought about trying out the peephole. But there was no point - we were fucking each other's brains out and I could see everything she had anytime I wanted.
But there was also her roomie.
Naomi had found Sabrina through an agency that put people who wanted to share places together. I didn't like her personally - she'd smile to my face and bitch behind my back. She'd already complained to Naomi about the number of nights I stayed over. But Sabrina had a body to die for. She was 20 with golden blonde hair, about 5 feet, 4 inches tall and slim with very nice tits.
And I was going to not only get a look at those tits but also find out if she was a natural blonde.
My chance came the very next week when I was over there in the evening and Sabrina went to take her nightly shower before bed. Naomi and I decided to smoke a joint on the balcony then go to bed and have sex so I went into Naomi's room to get my stash from my overnight bag - and grab a chance to use the peephole.
I had the stash in seconds and flicked off the light. I pulled the tissue plug out of the hole in the wall and got in close.
Peering cautiously through, I found I was looking straight at Sabrina just four feet away in the shower. The angle and height of the hole meant I couldn't see her head or below her knees, which meant it was just right for spying.
And I was right about Sabrina's breasts - they were lovely, pale and pert and tipped with light brown nipples surrounded by darker aureole.
I was also right about something else - she was a natural blonde. The light wisps of her pubic hair, bushy on her rounded mound and thinner between her legs, failed to hide the shape of her pussy. As she moved, I could see her labia plainly.
Then, as I watched enthralled, there was a noise in the doorway.
"What the hell are you doing?" demanded Naomi.
Shit! I'd been sprung and on the first attempt. I was dead and I knew it.
There was no point in denying anything. "Um... I... Oh fuck it!" I muttered. I hung my head. "I was looking at Sabrina..." I admitted, keeping my voice down.
Naomi looked at me dumbfounded. "What?"
"There's a hole. In the wall."
Naomi's jaw dropped. "Where?"
I pointed to it. "There. I found it by accident. Have a look."
She looked at me like I was crazy. "I don't need to have a look," she said. "Jeez!"
Then she did something which blew me away. "Did you get the joint?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Then if you've finished spying on my flatmate, let's go and have a smoke and come to bed."
And she went back out to the balcony.
She didn't say anything more about it when I got out there and I was too embarrassed to say anything else. Plus I was relieved that I wasn't down on the street right now with Naomi throwing my bag off the balcony yelling she never wanted to see me again.
But she mentioned it 45 minutes later when we were in bed and I was up to my nuts in her steamy wet clean-shaved cunt.
"Did you get a good look at her?" she suddenly asked, stopping me mid-stroke.
"Um... ok, I suppose," I replied.
"Did it turn you on?"
"Not exactly."
She asked what I meant by that, didn't Sabrina have a good body? I explained I was too nervous about getting caught and that was exactly what happened and I'd never done it before anyway.
Naomi laughed and urged me with her own movements to carry on fucking her.
"Well next time you want to do it, don't worry about it. Just tell me."
Yes. I was amazed too.
But over the next couple of weeks when I was at Naomi's place in the evening and Sabrina disappeared for her shower, I stayed right away from the subject. I wasn't going there again, no siree.