"MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, damn" Fritz whispered as he struggled underneath his bed.
You see, earlier Fritz heard the washroom door being close with a loud click of the ancient lock. This ment that someone was in the washroom to do something private.
In the 2 flat, in Chicago where Fritz was living, the heating system was made up of hot water fed cast iron radiators.
At a young age, Fritz learned that the wall between his bedroom and the only bathroom of the home, shared the same radiator. If you laid on your belly under the bed and at the right angle you can see from his room into the washroom without being seen.
Tonight was going to be an awesome night to spy on who ever entered the washroom. His Aunt Ressie just came from Austria to visit and his parents where having a big get together with family and friends. Many wanted to see her and hear about back home. On such occasions, Fritz knew it was going to be a smorgasbord of panty dropping women.
The party was in its last hours, as Fritz laid there with a hard on, he was taking in the slow motion unveiling of his best friend's Mom. Mrs. Sands was wearing white stretch pants with red open toed shoes. Her cantaloupe sized breasts were free from a bra and swung freely in her polka dotted sweater.
All Fritz could see, was from her shoulders down because of the angle. This was good, because the voyeured could never see his eyes. Fritz was teasingly squeezing his penis as he ogled her breasts.
Slowly she wiggled out of her pants to reveal her white panties. The crotch area of her panties were noticeably holding back a mass of wild hair. Mrs. Sands lowered her panties to sit on the toilet and there it was, a quick flash of her light golden brown thatched snatch.
Fritz thought that Mr.'s Sands pissed so long and so loud it would have woken him if he were sleeping. He was playing with his penis more as he watched quietly. While peeing, Mrs. Sands seem to be weighing her breasts in each hand. Slowly her nipples appeared and she seemed to be pinching them as she was still peeing.
Fritz heard that slow broken dribble sound that alerted him, that the good part was coming. He quickened his strokes so that he could cum. She was just squeezing out a few last dribbles and stood up to wipe herself off.