0 comments/ 26917 views/ 3 favorites Quietly Watching By: uksnowy Nicki (November 2002) The initial lazy but sleepy check round the small room amused the mid 30s blonde as she studied, souvenirs, posters, certificates and pictures on the wall of the room specially made up for her family visit. Her mother and brother were strategically placed in other locations in our small home, the visit planned sometime back and I wanted to capture this one, as it would be my first. I watched her loosen her jeans and sensed her relief at the freedom from being cinched in. Her hands rubbed her exposed belly and her blowing mouth and puffing cheeks indicated a feeling of being bloated. I knew this meant she was suffering from a touch of the irritable bowel syndrome she suffered. It had been the reason for her early exit from the lounge whilst family and friends renewed their acquaintance. Nicki peeled off her jeans, neatly folding them on the chair, after discarding her socks and black leather boots. Her tight, pale bum looked good in the plain, pink briefs, as - back to me, she slung off her shirt and unclipped her black bra. She turned towards me and I grinned with pleasure at the first time sight of her small but pert tits with hard pink nipples. The slight bulge of her pubic mound promised much. She moved closer and caught sight of herself in the small mirror nearby. Nicki twisted side to side as if checking her slender ex dancer body and felt her thighs and buttocks for surplus fat. There was none. Then she lifted each small pod of her breasts and examined them carefully, peering closely at some sort of blemish near her right nipple. As she bent over the basin, I watched her buttocks flex and ripple as she cleaned her teeth and removed her contact lens. This was a thorough operation, making me impatient, but soon she turned towards her bed and gracefully stooped to slip off her briefs, without betraying the secrets of her butt crack. Her patterned pyjamas were pulled on and she slipped to the bed and switched the light off and I sighed with disappointment on not catching sight of her pussy. But I was elated in seeing her candidly nude, having known her since she was a small child. Now a tall, willowy, personal trainer and sometimes PR girl, Nicki was an attractive, vibrant young woman and I enjoyed the intimate glimpses and wondered if I would get to sniff her panties during her brief stay as well enjoy as her dressing routine in the morning. The following morning, Nicki rose and wandered about in her PJs, the better light due to her raising the window blind affording me much greater definition of her features, yet still she managed – not by choice I know, to conceal her pussy. Damn! Was she totally shaved or sporting a trimmed or full bush? I could never know, for now anyway and I guessed it wouldn't be the latter. She left the room for toilet and returned and I saw her tits once more, as she wandered about the small confines of the room, examining more of the wall coverings. She peered at the computer, cheekily leafing through my desk diary and for some peculiar reason, switching on the inkjet printer, before she hitched up her black brassiere, pulling her small breasts inwards in their cups as if to try and create cleavage, something she didn't have. The view of her buttocks as she pulled on a white thong was glorious however and finally she pulled on her outer clothing. Needed downstairs I had no chance to visit her temporary boudoir and examine her undies. I felt slightly miserable that no pussy views and no intimate smells failed to complete her visit although I was on cloud nine at having seen what I did. With promises to keep in touch - which I hoped meant another visit; she and her family left our house. Sue (May 2004) She was very very drunk, as was her husband Charles as they floundered round the spare bedroom in the early hours of the morning, after the big booze up in town the night before. Guests for the night, I am so glad I offered and they accepted, my wife getting the guest room ready in time before the festivities and enabling me to attend to the final adjustments. Charles undressed quickly and slumped to the bed, which was unfortunately out of my sight. There was not much I could do about that, as the layout of the room was structurally dictated rather than decorative. Sue was more studied about preparing for bed, yet I guessed it was still a bit hit and miss as she removed her makeup. The sight of Charles mini cock made me smile but I was concentrating on seeing this slim mid 30s wife nude for the first time. As she took off her denim skirt and striped cotton sweater. I gasped as her patterned thong was dragged below her crotch, showing me the first glimpses of her private parts although she was half turned to me. I thought about Nicki and hoped this time that I would get full frontals of yet another visitor to our home. I was not to be disappointed as Sue took off her black bra and I saw her neat pert tits with erect dark nipples. I guessed they would be sharp and hard, having seen her many times in tee shirts. They were cute, but soon I was drooling over her full bush as facing me, she removed her thong. She was very close and I ignored Charles who comically got up from the bed and donned his shirt and shorts and went out to the toilet. Sue's bush was trimmed to a medium length but not to a bikini line and I had nice views of it full on, yet could not see signs of her crack or any bulging labia between her upper thighs. I surmised she has a nice neat slit, which goes with her neat persona, although that is a loose observation. She examined her butt in the full-length mirror and grimaced at the very slight hint of orange peel skin that betrayed the common onset of cellulite most women seem to have. Charles returned and sank to the bed, before Sue donned a pink robe and left for the toilet. On returning, she was gloriously nude once more and again I was treated to full-length frontal visions before she pulled on a loose fitting pyjama jacket and joined her husband. Unfortunately the bed was totally out of sight and the light was soon out. They stirred for a long time before rising in the morning. The light was excellent, as they had not pulled the blinds over the two windows. I doubt if they had sex, as I would have noticed some bodily movement over the stair barrier that concealed them from me. This would always be a nuisance, especially when the towels my wife had hung over it totally blocked the gaps between the plank type rails that prevented people from falling down the steep stairs that came up into the middle of the room. Charles got up, his morning glory wobbled heavily towards me, before he pulled on his clothing and left the room. Sue rose and wandered round the room peering into their bag, her handbag and at some pictures on the wall. As if knowing she was being watched, her hands lightly gripped the two leading edges of her pyjama jacket, sort of concealing her crotch. I guessed it was a habit, as she obviously didn't know she was being observed and soon she peeled off her jacket, it was a glorious sight and now in daylight. She came close and bent forwards, her shoulder length frizzy hair shrouding her frame, until she swept it back. Down the wonderful vista of her slender body between her little hanging paps, I could just see between her legs, yet still no sign of any serious labial bulge amongst the pubic growth she sported. On went her robe again and she went for a shower. On returning her hair was piled up high and she pulled on a clean pair of white high cut briefs from their bag. She was careful in smoothing it, making sure the seams were flat and I enjoyed those little intimate movements. The robe was discarded and I revelled in her free topless movement as she prepared her makeup and hair before dressing and leaving the room. Kath (May 2004) Another tired drunk after a party in the house. If we have parties, we are blessed with a high proportion of people in their 20s and 30s, so I am always anxious to invite any of the females to stay over and save driving home. Usually inebriated as my parties are legendary, the more pissed up, tasty females I can invite, the better. Kath had intended to taxi home but was persuaded that staying over was the best thing for her, as she had mysteriously been in tears earlier and seemed vulnerable. I was delighted she did stay as the room had been prepared for another attractive young woman, who arrived with her duvet, pillow and gear, yet decided to go home after all. That really pissed me off until Kath took up the option. Late 20s, very tall and statuesque, with small tits, she was a vivacious, attractive girl and very sweet natured. Shown to the same room as Nicki, the main guest room already occupied by my daughter who is strictly off camera limits, she stood swaying, glassy eyed, taking in her surroundings, the wall coverings, books and general office and art stuff engrossing her early moments. After a huge yawn and the obligatory hand through her long tawny locks, Kath shoved the door part closed, sat heavily to remove her stiletto six inch boots, then her socks and then stood and peeled down her very tight jeans, until she had to bend fully. Her back was to me and the vision was of a very round pair of buttocks, with the string of a thong disappearing into the dark crack and the gorgeous rear view of the very full bulge of the gold coloured material cupping the pouch of her pussy. I looked for a cameltoe before Kath straightened and I wished for the removal of the thong and then her red backless blouse. This upper garment was all front. Laces criss-crossed her bare back and definitely there was no sign of a bra. Her tits are really small for such a big lass, yet I wanted to see them bare and quivering. I was to be denied both crotch and boobs as she slunk to the made-up bed at floor level, complete with thong and blouse intact. Next morning, Kath seemed dazed and she got off the bed and sat on a chair for an age, probably ruminating on the previous night. She pulled her jeans on and wandered around examining in more detail the stuff on the book shelves and other equipment stacked around. With no bag, therefore no change of clothes and makeup, she decided to leave the room. Breakfast that morning was a rather muted affair with the various people who had crashed at our house after the party, nursing hangovers. However I studied Kath, still in her party gear of tight jeans and red blouse and knowing I had seen something of her, my breakfast colleagues hadn't. Her gold thong would still be trapped up her bumptuous crack and nursing a very hot cunt I reckoned. Why Am I Watching? Where this voyeur in me came from I don't know, but I am one and known in some circles across cyberspace for my interests in voyeurism. This document is my means of sharing my experiences with my fellow pervs. How Am I Watching? Because I have finally set up a covert camera. I have two and the one I captured the Nicki scenes with was the first. Uncertain of my ground and the inquisitive nature of the wife, I dismantled it and hid it inside an old radio cassette player, which fitted into the jumbled nature of my office/studio which doubles as an emergency spare room. Thinking I would leave it that way I bought another camera, once again a motion detector type. I decided the radio would be difficult to suddenly place then remove in the actual guestroom, so I set up the actual camera, sold disguised as a burglar alarm in the guestroom. I armed myself with an excuse that it was a fire and smoke detector for the loft area, if asked by my wife. I haven't needed the excuse so far, but I found that the audio doesn't work with this second camera. It would have been nice to capture some of the bed sounds of Sue and Charles and maybe hear the sound of sex if not see it. I used this one again for Kath although like Nicki, she was alone, but I have now re-assembled the first camera ready for the next guest/guests. That opportunity came completely out of the blue and I was so lucky. Here is what happened. Ella (June 2004) I finished showering and heard my wife calling. I answered her as noncommittal as possible, yet feverishly thinking about her words as I hurriedly dried off. The bathroom door was still open as I heard my wife on the phone. "Yes it's OK Ella. Of course it will be no trouble. You can stay here for the night and we will sort things out. It sounds terrible." Elated at an opportunity coming my way, I wandered through to the bedroom, trying to remain calm and uninterested, but she had to tell me. What's more - I needed to know. "She is one of those coming to the meeting tonight darling," she told me putting the phone down. "Her husband has kicked her out and she is really distressed, so I told her she could stay here." I knew there was a meeting of women at our house and I was going out. It was my usual night out midweek anyway. I must admit I have only seen this particular committee gathered once before, when I got home and they were still in discussion. Apart from a glamorous but stick thin, very posh, early fifties woman, the rest were dogs quite frankly. Quite why this Ella wanted to go to a committee meeting after being chucked out beat me, but I didn't give it a lot of thought. "Can you inflate the airbed in your room darling? I can get a duvet down and some pillows. It's a pity the guest room is in such a state." That's why I was elated. My room was still set up as when Kath stayed. The guestroom was in serious redecorating mode. The only doubt I had was that Ella would be a wrinkly pensioner, there are two on this committee, or something really dowdy. Of course I agreed and the wife started to prepare snacks for her gaggle of seven women expected. I dressed quickly and entered my office/studio. The cam was in place; it was all connected it just needed switching on and the VHS tape inserted. My fucking hands were shaking when I did this. I am so glad I did. The airbed was inflated after I made the customary space, it was a double and a bit of a fiddle but it had to be done. A careful check round, including some tactical placing of a chair, it tempted our guests to undress in a certain place and put their clothes on it, completed the scene and I left the house. The night with my mates passed so slowly it seemed. I couldn't keep my mind trained on the snooker, pool and darts we always played. Should I scurry home and see this Ella in the flesh and then not waste tape? The answer came in one of my mates wanting a lift home because he was minus his car due to servicing, so I got back home at about eleven thirty. The wife was in the kitchen washing plates and stuff and I asked her if she had a good meeting. It had been and Ella was in the room provided and I should be quiet as she brought her daughter too who was probably asleep. I didn't dwell on the subject, not wanting to appear interested. To say I slept fitfully would be an understatement, yet thinking if the daughter was young and asleep, Ella could be of reasonable age and worth seeing. The whole scenario was on my mind the whole night obviously, as I woke up with a stonking great stiffy. I put it use by giving my wife a good seeing to, although she was a bit concerned about our sexual noises filtering through to where our guests were. At last the following afternoon arrived. I work a very early shift and am away from the house by six every morning but home by late morning, I have virtually the whole day to myself as the wife works all afternoon. I had rung home from work at about nine o'clock on the pretence of checking what we were doing that evening, because football was on the TV and was told that a friend of Ella had collected Angie the daughter and taken her to school and Ella was going to see a solicitor. She reminded me to collect some dry cleaning on the way home saying that as usual she had to be the office earlier than usual as it was end of month accounts and that Ella would let herself out. All I had to do on getting home, according to the wife was to deflate the airbed and store it away. Little did she know what I really had to do? Also I hoped there would be more of Ella on the recording, which was still running. as she would be alone in the house for a short while. Shaking with high anticipation I got home and ignored my usual little jobs and chores. The bed was dealt with, the room sorted to normal state after I put the tape into the VCR/TV downstairs and switched to rewind. My pulse raced as I switched to play, it was the first time in my short history of covert cameras that I had no idea of who I was going to see. The motion detector works on audio and vision and often starts recording on nearby sounds. False starts such as these are common and I fast-forwarded until my wife entered the room. She was talking about the layout of the upstairs, where the bathroom and toilet was to an unseen Ella, who still hadn't entered the room. I gulped as the next person entered my domain. The typical street cred hoodlum looking figure strolled in, round behind the wife. The daughter - I guessed was dressed in a grey tracksuit top with the hood up, under which was a baseball cap. There was some sort of chunky figure beneath all the outer gear and the figure just stood there, behind the desk which concealed her bottom half as Ella, still unseen talked to the wife. I wondered if my office stuff would be safe – I mean these sort of kids have a reputation don't they? My wife asked if they would both be OK on the airbed, assuring them it was quite big and she had shared it with me once or twice in campsites. This brought peals of laughter from the adults; the kid motionless and mute, until my wife left the room and ushered Ella in. I drooled. Ella was a big lady I guess in her mid forties. Dressed in white, over tight tee-shirt and sand-coloured jeans, rolls of spare flesh rippled round her upper torso. I could see every nuance of her body between her brassiere and waistband as she put a small travel bag down. She was tall, with average breasts, however her tits were huge compared to the three females previously captured on this tape and recorded in detail above. Her butt looked enormous, coupled with big thighs as she told my wife they had grabbed some food at McDonalds on the way over and I wondered on the sights to behold as soon as my wife left the room, telling them I would be in late and wouldn't disturb them and I would be under orders to be quiet in the morning. Almost coal black, Ella had frizzy hair but it was tight cut and neat. Her mouth was huge, with big fat, pink lips and her eyes were bright. Her nostrils flared wide and forward, but looked right on her big face. It was still light outside but Ella pulled the blind down. She told her daughter to take her things off and my pulse raced as they had to shuffle in the small space and I saw that the kid wore a skirt. Off came the hood and the cap to reveal a not particularly pretty face, sulky mouthed with a protruding jaw, wide flared nose and frizzy very Negroid hair sprouting from close round her facial features. Her hair was swept back into a rough version of a ponytail. Facially she looked something like Venus Williams who was currently appearing on a tennis tournament on TV. The girl stood sullenly in the centre of my small room. I took in her school uniform of knee length black narrow skirt which was taut over an already protruding African bum, her white blouse, striped tie, white ankle socks and plain flat black clumpy shoes. She dumped a school bag on the floor and listened to Ella chattering on. I guessed her age in early teens. As I drooled over the pleasures that must await me further on the VHS tape, holding back my inner urges to fast forward and see them, they discussed their home situation, most of it going over my head not being interested, although it will remain recorded on the tape. I could always listen to it again, once I got over the initial and many repeat viewings. Quietly Watching Angie, the daughter – sulked and sobbed and they cuddled until Ella pacified her as my wife brought up a hot drink and biscuits for Angie telling the kid to use the TV in the corner if she wanted. She asked Angie's age and got a sullen answer – fourteen. I whooped with elation in expectation of the amazing scene to be capturing. Ella had to attend the meeting and I could hear others arriving. I found myself muttering "fuck off then" to Ella, knowing I had at least a three-part scenario on tape. Part one would be Angie undressing and going to bed. Part two would be Ella doing the same and then both of them getting up and dressing in the morning. Maybe even four parts if Ella was alone for a while The bag Ella carried in was quite small, so it would only be possibly holding underwear and toiletries I reckoned. The adults finally left the teenager alone and I looked forward to some revealing insights into intimate moments of a young girl. It was quite tame for a while, but I watched as Angie did quite a thorough search of my books, CDs and other stuff filling most available wall space. I knew where two specialist textbooks on erotica were stored and I reckoned she peered hard at the titles, without removing them, although her face displayed some element of surprise as she turned away. My desk was the next to get a going over. The cheeky little cow looked through loads of my diary entries, at some letters and other documents, but sniffed unconcerned and switched the TV on. A popular soap opera was on and she settled on the office chair to watch. In the meantime I studied what might lie beneath her clothing, focussing on the shadow of a black brassiere under the not quite opaque shirt. The bulges up front were particularly encouraging and I waited patiently for what could be nice handfuls of teen titties to be revealed. I saw Angie yawn a few times and I hoped she would opt for an early night. She drew off her school tie and tossed off her heavy shoes, peeling off her socks and I revelled in that amazing sexy contrast of pigmented skin on the soles of her feet compared to the dark skinned rest of her. The TV programme finished and she shuffled around in the school bag and drew out a magazine and read it. She pulled her legs under her and sat almost cross-legged in the chair, finishing the small pile of chocolate biscuits my wife had provided. She was a sloppy eater, yet I wondered what that big slack mouth would be like sucking my knob. Ella popped back in and they chatted for a few moments then she left her daughter once more. Angie got up and wandered in the small space I provided and she came very close to the camera position. Unconsciously I inhaled and chuckled to myself at my stupid reaction as if to smell her scent. The camera focussed on her upper torso as she stretched to pull down a file located just above the camera. I cursed her nosiness, realising the file marked Art Work might give her the odd shock as it was my rough work for an erotic storybook. It held very sketchy images of the story line but was not pornographic, just graphic. Angie's eyes widened as she twisted the file round as if thinking she was seeing the images upside down. It was all in light pencil and showed no genitals or penetration, but there would be no doubt as to the subject matter. I heard her gasp and screw her eyes to focus on something that took her interest. Then as if she had never seen it, she pursed her lips and closed the file, then concentrated on my desk once more. She tried a few pens, I have loads of different ones out ready to use and I watched her doodle for a while, then suddenly she stooped into Ella's bag, stood up and left the room. On her return, toothbrush and paste in hand, she had unbuttoned her shirt and loosened her hair and I saw that she wore not an actual brassiere, but a sports type, one-piece bra. She removed her shirt and I settled to watch the first part of my movie unfold properly. Now I could see the size of her breasts and they were certainly not tiny. Off came her skirt, joining the shirt in the heap on the floor and I watched her sturdy, puppy fat body flex and curl as she stripped her one-piece bra over her head. I cried out in excitement as the most perfectly shaped boobs bounced into my view. This was perfection. Black, young, just like those tribal girls in documentaries from Africa, yet these were intimate in my own domain. The pleasure heightened as she moved around the room, her small pointed nipples, perched high and proud, jiggling sweetly with every movement. I waited with baited breath for her plain white panties to be next off, but once again she slunk round my shelves, looking at brochures, leaflets, club notes and magazines. I was incensed at her sheer snoopiness although knowing that I was the ultimate snooper in this case. The sheer pleasure of the occasion overwhelmed me and I enjoyed more. Her bottom was very round and pronounced and one side of her panties had ridden up into her crack. The white on black contrast was stark and as she moved close to the camera again I could almost sense the smoothness of her skin. With a big yawn and sigh she stooped to flounder onto the floor level airbed, her buttocks rolling and quivering deliciously, until she disappeared from the camera, knickers intact, disappointedly. I saw her upper torso once more as she drew on a loose tee-shirt and then she lay back to sleep The light remained on. I fast-forwarded the tape, knowing the signs of serious alerts when the motion detector would activate the camera again. Next would be dark pleasures of a different nature. Ella entered the room furtively, obviously anxious that her troubled daughter would not be disturbed. Apparently Angie was fast asleep, I had no idea what time it was of course, but guessed ten thirty to eleven. The light stayed on and Ella rummaged in her bag and left the room, leaving the door ajar. I saw my wife walk past on the landing. Ella returned and I chuckled at the way her belly was poking out like a glob of chocolate blancmange, where she had lowered her zip. She took off her earrings and necklace and wiped her face with some tissues, always glancing down at the bed. I waited for the big moments and my - were they big! It took her some effort to get her jeans down and she puffed with the effort, her back to me as her buttocks hove into view. Big and wobbly, encased in sensible coverall white, plain knickers, her butt was finally free and she carefully folded the garment. She turned, glancing with nothing more than a vague interest round the room as she slung off her tee-shirt. Her arse was the typical African arse with a very pronounced globular effect with an almost flat upper jutting from the small of her back. The type of arse the old colonials said you could stand two gin and tonics on. I drooled at the sight as I waited for the next disrobing. Ella's sad looking black brassiere had seen better days, but that didn't matter as she unhitched it and let her boobs spill out. They were small for such a tall, well built woman and sagged a good deal, but I would happily have buried my face in them and had a suck. Her nipples were those type that had no central bud, just large saucers of black glossy skin with a few odd nodules, but they wobbled beautifully like two half full sacks of jelly as she bent to get something from her bag. Rolls of flesh oozed round her midriff until she stood once more and faced me. I mouthed 'knickers' at the VCR. She must have heard me. In went her thumbs and down rolled the cotton pants and my hand rolled up and down my dick. Then a very intimate and curious thing happened. She sniffed the panties and then drew them through her crotch a few times as if they were a towel to dry her self. I was stunned and amused at this show of such similar likings to me, although she had different reasons for sniffing her panties. They were dropped onto the floor. It stupidly went through my mind to sniff the carpet before watching more of the tape, but didn't. She stood and smoothed her hands all over her body, while stretching and yawning, whilst giving me ample time to see her bush. It was full but not particularly wild and hairy. Just nice wiry curls scattered across her groin under the lowest fold of her overhanging belly. For a fleeting moment, I glimpsed some labial formation as she sucked in her breath and heaved up her stomach folds, then Ella turned and picked up a tee-shirt, pulling it on before gently sinking to the bed after turning off the light. It was a gem and the nice thing was, I knew there was more to come and in the better daylight in the morning. I played the tape back several times and watched Ella and Angie undressing and had the most awesome wank. Both were awake together and they sat on the airbed chatting, so all I could see was their upper bodies. I enjoyed the way both sets of covered boobs wobbled about, knowing I was going to get the full blast of naked mature and teenie tits very soon. Ella finally stood and stretched. Her breasts lifted softly against her cotton shirt and her belly rolls looked soft and welcoming. Then she raised the window blind tentatively and having satisfied herself that no one could see in from the back of the house, she rolled the blind up fully. At last the room was flooded with daylight, the colours more defined and she stretched again whilst turning to face the bed. I gloried in the statuesque figure, with fine smooth skin she paraded for me. Big and black, I watched her limbs flex and then got a great view of her crotch from the rear as Ella bent from the waist to say something to Angie. Her thighs opened, the dark crease lengthened and there was the fat bulge of her quim winking at me. I love that rear view and the added bonus of it being live, black and superbly formed with thick crinkly labia, got me erect quicker than most recoveries I have known. I stroked my cock and rewound that bit, leaning towards the TV screen, wanting to sniff and lick the greasy looking black pussy. Her cunt lips stayed resolutely glued together, spoiling my chances of seeing some pink between them. A glimpse of her arsehole would have been nice too but her butt crack was deep and refused me that pleasure. She pulled on a pale blue denim skirt and minus her panties left the room, presumably for the bathroom. Angie scrambled up and wandered to the window. The camera is close and she went partly from view, but she must have bent towards the window and leaned on the cill, as the bit I could see was her left buttock and the edge of her knickers with some loose threads. With sunlight falling on her, it seemed so close, velvety black skin, soft and pliable and I wanted to stick my hand out and stroke it. Ella returned and Angie at last pulled off her panties. I had a very brief glimpse of her bald pudenda and chubby belly before she slithered into a surprisingly brief pair of black panties. There was one lovely moment when the youngster pulled the little triangle away from her groin and sort of straightened it, her lower half thrust forward and she peered down her front and I caught site of the top of her slit, then she put on her school skirt and left the room. Her mum sorted through the clothes debris on the floor and I prayed for her to lose and forget at least one pair of their previous day's underwear. Watching Ella's bum roll round under that pale blue denim skirt, knowing she wore no underwear excited me and then she cranked up the sensations by peeling off her night shirt. Moments later those nice floppy mature tits were back in the same worn black bra, I do enjoy women dressing and undressing and I guessed my pleasure time was drawing to an end, except for her donning some knickers. Angie returned and took off her tee-shirt. Her tits looked firm and quivered in the bright light. It was stunning to watch them wobble, nipples small hard and very black as she stood for a while and chatted with Ella about the day ahead, school times, pick up, solicitors, father and when they would meet up and go to a relative's house. I was mentioned as was my wife and thanks would be forthcoming, but my name was also brought into it about how careful I was in not disturbing them when I went early to work. Angie also commented about the niceties of my room and the interesting stuff all round. Ella grimaced as if she couldn't give a shit and urged Angie to finish dressing. The girl pulled on her one piece bra and shirt, then she knotted her tie and attended to her hair in a cursory manner, while Ella pulled on the same tee-shirt she had arrived in. Angie's socks and shoes completed her ensemble, then after picking up her cap and tracksuit, they left the room. The camera switched off for a while. It reactivated a few times by my wife passing the door; Ella popping in for something and then there was quite a lengthy pause. The wife triggered the camera later, when she took a phone call from my desk and stood there in her knickers. Her naked, silly little flat tits and their bulbous pink nipples pointed to the floor. I looked rather than lusted at her flabby belly and pale skin and urged the VHS tape into fast forward once I established whom she was talking to and being of no consequence. After another long pause, during which the wife passed back and forth along the landing, triggering the camera through the open door, the final pass being fully dressed for the office, I waited for Ella's return. Return she did and immediately went into lengthy phone calls on my desk phone. I imagined the wife would have given her permission and at least the cost of it was outweighed by the sumptuous close up of her body, albeit clothed, as she stood no more than two metres away from the camera. At one point in the conversation, during the first call, which I gathered was to her mother, I hoped it wasn't in Jamaica or somewhere, she sat down and slumped into the chair and swivelled it to face the camera full on. She patted her chest a few times, poked into her nose and examined her fingernails and scratched her head and rubbed her hand over her belly, which was tightly encased, in her denim skirt. She looked straight at the camera as if she was talking to me and I hefted my cock at the screen as if to try and get the big black woman to suck me dry. Next call was to a solicitor and I passed over the details. Then another call was made and this was more cheerful from the mournfully serious discussion just heard. Somebody called Grace. Ella grinned, chuckled and then to my absolute delight, leaned back in the swivelling, tipping chair and put her feet on the desk. I was faced with the pink pigment of the soles of her feet. It was sexy. and I'm not a foot fetishist but they must have been about a metre from the camera. The conversation got onto sex and I listened in awe as she chatted about cocks, length of time without a shag, Ella's old boyfriend and his still hot desire for her. Grace's husband was brought into the conversation and a sort of dreamy look came over her very expressive features as the conversation then rolled on about a man called Dixie. There were many giggles about a club night, a chance meeting in a pub, then he turning up with his daughter at Angie's birthday party. I lost a lot of the words as they were garbled in their screeches and giggles, but Ella seemed alive when Dixie's exploits and especially his apparent interest in her was the main point. Ella mentioned her husband and I could see her face harden, but she soon got off him and back to Dixie. At one point I was enthralled to see her legs widen, to the point where her right leg slid off the desk. She slid forward in the chair, still gabbling away in her rich fruity tones and I watched as she hitched the already strained denim further up her thighs. The thrills kept on coming at me and my hand moved fast on my dick as Ella dropped her free hand between her legs. Now I have seen a few women play with their pussy in front of me, but never a black, mature mother who was totally unaware she was being watched. It didn't last long, she seemed aware of the time, yet relaxed enough to fiddle high up her legs and whilst I could see no detail, it was very evident that her fingers were dancing on that slippery gash as her raunchy chat continued. I wanked hard as I could, trying not to come but taking myself to that point of almost no return to coincide with Ella's sexy show. Suddenly she sat up. Her body upright, her chat finishing and goodbyes were said. I sank back in my chair as the tape rolled on but it seemed she was going to disappear from my screen as she got up and tidied up. I wondered what her fingers smelt like. I watched her bend and pull the bungs from the airbed, hearing it hiss in exhalation as she stood on it and trampled. She soon lost patience in this and rummaged in her bag. She left the room and on returning, I noticed she was well made up, her hair had some decoration in it, her jewellery adorned her ears and neck and she wore lipstick. She tidied her tee-shirt and rummaged again and surfaced with a pair of panties. It looked like dark blue silk and briefer than the big ones she removed and swiped through her cunt the previous night. She hitched her skirt high and I had wonderful views of her lower belly and hairy crotch before she stepped into the panties and hoisted them up. The higher cut suited her wide hips and the gusset nestled neatly against the bulge of her mound. Like Angie, she pulled it away and straightened it, then let it snap back against her belly. She wriggled her skirt back down, which is a sexy motion - and straightened it before leaving the room and coming back in seconds. I assume she checked her appearance in the bathroom, as there was no big mirror in my room. In a flash she had packed and left the room. I waited, but she didn't return and I immediately rewound the tape. Needless to say I had a ball that day, rewinding and playing back, noticing more detail about Ella and Angie each time. My cock was red raw by the time I had to pack up for wife's return home. I asked her how the night went and she told me it was fine and how Ella was ever so grateful for our help and to especially thank me for the use of the room. I didn't probe any further but did ask if they were likely to stay again. My wife shrugged and told me maybe, but to get to work on the spare room and finish it as we had a big party coming up and we were bound to offer some guests the use of our beds. I did agree she had a point, as the party mentioned would be similar to the one as when Kath stayed, with a young crowd and I knew both Kath and the original girl the room was intended for wouldn't be coming. I got to work immediately. There were a few hiccups with the VCR and the hidden camera when I finally got to setting up, but it's ready and tested. The party is due in early October 2004 and I know already who will be staying in the guest room. Unfortunately, the woman will be with her husband, but she is very good looking in a petite way. Dark hair cropped short and neat. She is slim and very fit, as I have seen her regularly in exercise gear, no tits to speak of but they should be pert and her bush should be dark – if she has one. She's difficult to second guess, as she is a high ranking Army officer and mother of one boy. I am looking forward to it immensely. One thing I have also tried to rig up for the party in general, was a covert cam in the bathroom, which will be dedicated to the ladies. I can't get my usual set up in, although I have a second camera, but only one VCR and that is for the guest room occupants, well - occupant as I will be ignoring her old man. I experimented with my cam corder, but it's just not easy to hide it opposite the toilet, as those are the pictures I would like to capture. Quietly Watching Maybe one day I will invest in another cheap VCR and rig it up permanently complete with the specialist hidden camera I have spare. Robina (October 2004) It went perfectly to plan. They arrived, threw their overnight bag in the room, which I quickly moved to be right in front of the camera and we went out to party. During the splendid evening, In high anticipation, I could hardly take my eyes off her in her sophisticated shirt, jewellery and tight black denims. Her makeup was perfect, her voice cultured and sexy with a hard edge. We knew them well, as we did the rest of the handpicked crowd and it was a great night with everyone who wasn't driving getting well lubricated with beer and wine and the best of food. Finally we got home and her husband and I finished off a bottle of liquor, talking drunken rubbish while the ladies went to bed. All the time I just hoped the camera was doing it's job, being fairly sure as I tested it several times during the day. The wife went for a run the following day giving me ample time to view the tape. The rewards were the best yet, although in the substandard light of electric bulbs. She slid off her shirt and walked right in front of the camera to slide down her jeans, staggering slightly as she wobbled on one leg, revealing a super body with matching grey bra and briefs. I was pleased to see that Robina's tits looked as if they were quite nice handfuls and her nipples were evident through the material. Balancing on one leg as she bent towards the camera, scanning the books on the shelf where the camera sat, she stripped off her briefs, but not before I glimpsed what looked like a loose thread. Surely not, on one so immaculate. Robina's bush was everything I hoped for. Untrimmed, dark and full and square to the camera she fiddled with her pussy for several seconds, her hand just twitching slightly. I reckoned she had a tampon in and was seeking the string but it was hanging out anyway. Maybe she was having a little play. Both hands went to unhook her bra and her open stance gave me a view straight between her legs, bush and string in full view. Oddly she didn't inspect her fingers, which I thought would be the norm. The tampon stayed in too. Her brassiere was slung off and she showed me a pair of very tasty tits and erect dark nipples. They were surprisingly rounded knockers and not as small or perky as I imagined. Just shows what clothes can do to conceal rather than reveal, although I don't imagine she would be the one to be conscious about them. As she unravelled a blue silk night-dress, she was in profile, the bush fluffing out well, below the suggestion of a belly, balanced by a very shapely bum. I fast forwarded after the lights went out and started to roll the tape again as she stood wearing her blue night dress, in much better light, daylight streaming through the two roof lights. Robina dropped it over her shoulders to the floor and placed it on the bag, again facing full on to the camera. Her tits, bum and bush looked so much better in the light. She started to vigourously clean her teeth at the basin to the left, her buttocks wobbling slightly with the motion and then her tits jiggled as she stood and faced the camera. Her left hand strayed up her side then under her breast and she scratched briefly, then Robina moved very close to the camera to peer out of the roof light, crouching as not to be seen. She needn't to have worried as there is no way anyone could see in from outside, but I could see the most glorious close-ups of her dangling boobs, hard nipples and her pubes. She turned away again and I admired her butt once more. Oral hygiene complete she stood square on again – great girl this, and smeared some deodorant in her armpits before searching for and pulling on some clean white briefs. Her pubic mound looked full through the stark white material. Robina slung a matching white bra on and still her nipples showed through that. Even after pulling on a pale yellow, thin sweater, they were still trying to pierce the material. Socks followed, and then she folded her gear standing square to the cam in full light, giving me last views of her pantied pussy mound, Her black denims, then ankle boots, all the same as she wore last night, completed her ensemble and I watched until the time her and her husband left the room, revealing no more detail. Claire (July 2005 to Nov 2005) Ahh Claire! Big Claire, big bounteous Claire. I was going to refer to her as big buxom Claire, but she's such a big lass, her super tits seem ordinary on her big frame with its attendant ripples and rolls. Claire is 35 and tall and BIG. She really does carry too much weight, but being blonde, blue eyed, with a bubbly personality and a lush full mouth she gets away with it. She likes life and good times too much to moderate. She has slim legs and great ankles and delicate hands, but all on a frame which she dresses to attract and display. She's got it – she flaunts it. She stayed with us several times when our daughter lived with us for a short while after they both returned from round the world travels, but many times previous to that I have ogled her cleavage which she doesn't hide although I guess deep down she has self consciousness about, judging by the amount of times she folds her arms across her mammary pile. She knows I look anyway, but so do all the fellas. It was easy to capture her many times, staying on the spare bed in my office/studio, not having to move the camera, just making sure the chair for her clothes and the space for her bag were in the correct places for maximum viewing. My daughter only had to say 'can Claire crash over this weekend?' and my heart would leap with anticipation and my cock would leap in lust. The first time was their welcome home party in our garden. Lots of friends, food and drink. The following morning, it was so pleasant we had breakfast on the patio and I noticed Claire was wearing the same gear as last night. I couldn't wait for her and two guys who crashed in the lounge to go and for my wife to go shopping. Odd to want Claire out of sight but I was itching to see the videotape. After an impatient but necessary rewind, settling into the lounge with a coffee, my shots hanging open and my dick lying across my thigh, I played the action. She swayed into the artificial light in the room, my daughter following her, just as tipsy while pointing out things like the window blinds, the light switches and where I had put a chair for her clothes. They embraced then Claire was alone staggering and gazing round the walls covered with certificates, artwork, photos and mementoes of travels. She hauled off her green blouse immediately to reveal a stout black lacy bra. Instantly I could see the extent of her weight by her belly, revealed beneath the loose blouse. She wriggled sumptuously out of her jeans - I love that girly action, staggering slightly as she stepped out of them and stood in bra and red panties, which had partly rolled, down her wide hips. I stroked my cock as she unfixed her front clasped bra and her lovely knockers spilled forth. I gasped at their fullness and the large prominent nipples. They sat comfortably on her rotund torso and wobbled deliciously with every move. Claire bent to rummage in a small bag, her tits hanging heavy and swaying, nipples still proud until she fished out a pair of PJs that she immediately donned to hide everything, then left for the bathroom. She had not removed her panties, which disappointed me. On returning she fiddled with stuff in her handbag, gazed at her mobile phone, grimaced and went to bed. I fast-forwarded ignoring the odd times the camera alerted to some noise or movement overnight then suddenly she was up and raising the blinds. At last, in good light I could see her much clearer as she left for the bathroom. Off came the PJs and I stroked my cock hard as she fussed around in general, checking and grimacing at her mobile again. Her tits wobbled, her belly wobbled and her red panties stayed intact although I did get a stupendous rear view when she bent down to pick up her PJs. Great buttocks encased in the small panties rippled as my hand rippled up and down my shaft. She dressed in the same green loose top and jeans and picked up her bag and left the room. I replayed several times and wanked a superb load into a tissue. The next time, Claire seemed more prepared for an overnight stay, carrying a larger bag. Again very drunk she rolled into the room under electric light. Wearing a tight black blouse and a black wrap around full length skirt she carefully placed her PJs, the same pink ones as before on the chair. Vacantly she gazed round the room, sometimes staring straight at the camera and therefore me, not knowing what she was looking at. Christ! If she could look beyond the camera right now and see the size of my stiffy. Her mobile preoccupied her for a few seconds once more then she decided to undress. She peeled off her blouse and this time she was wearing a black one piece, sort of sports bra. She dug her fingers under it with crossed arms and heaved it upwards. It was a very sexy sight and sound, even though the camera mike was not the best quality I distinctly heard the plop of her breasts as they were forced upwards and then fell down to slap against her chest. I could not resist rewinding that sequence several times at that point, just for the thrill of seeing her tits move so deliciously. Again her nipples stood large and proud. Claire unwrapped her skirt revealing black lacy briefs. Again she kept them on as she drew her PJs on and went to the bathroom. The same format ensued as last time and I fast-forwarded for the morning thrills. In broad daylight, she threw off her PJs and studied her mobile with more grimaces. I was treated to several minutes of her big topless frame just standing motionless as she puzzled over something on her mobile and then she vacantly gazed round the room. When "seemingly" alone, she has a not very attractive habit of letting her jaw drop and adopting a rather gormless expression. Still – I wasn't studying her face. Claire put on a white towelling robe and pulled her hair back with a band and left for the bathroom. Soon back she loosened the robe but kept it on. To my delight she moved closer to the camera, having got a pot of something from her back. She slipped down her panties and I got glimpses of a full dark bush, so yes she was a bottle blonde, or what I call an airline blonde – got a black box! Her crotch was partly obscured by the hanging robe but then she swiped her fingers through the pot of cream I guessed it was and then full frontal started to massage the cream into the sides of her pussy or maybe the top of her inner thigh. Maybe she chafes with her weight and body heat - who knows? but for a minute or so, still with the vacant expression, but with just a mere hint of enjoying maybe a cool soothing balm she rubbed her hand in and out of her crotch. Her tits wobbled, her hand cosseted her cunt and my hand worried my stiffy to near cumming. Creaming over, Claire found a white solid looking plain bra and turned to cast off her rob. Damn! All I could see was her back as she fastened the hammock like structure to her bust. She stooped quickly to pick up the same black skirt, not affording me a glimpse of her crotch from behind, but superb views of her back and buttocks until she wrapped it on again. A loose white tee-shirt completed her ensemble and I realised as she packed her bag and left the room and I stopped the tape that that morning, she had come down to breakfast commando style. She had sat next to me with no knickers on. Several more visits ensued and I had a complete collection of Claire's intimate moments, glorious views of her tits and one memorable occasion when naked she picked up what looked like a tissue and quick as a flash opened her legs, bent forward and it seemed to me as if she stuffed the tissue on or in her pussy. Ah! The mysteries of womanhood, but delightfully revealing in so many ways. I did find out from my daughter that Claire was having trouble with an ex boyfriend who wasn't exactly stalking her but kept sending her odd text messages at all times of the day and night. My only thoughts were that he had known what it's like to fondle those gorgeous boobs and shag what I am sure would be a welcoming and capacious cunt. Compared to Ella and Angie, the other girls are tame viewing, but I know them all very well, whereas the black ones were total strangers. Each gave me pleasure in their own way and I hope to capture more lovely intimacies at a later date.