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Writer's note - this is the sixth in what is intended to be a series of short stories about April - a petite, attractive, mature, married, redhead. Each story will stand in isolation though the length and depth are likely to develop with each new story so it might be best to start at the first story and work your way though.

In this story April's people watching takes an unexpected turn.

All situations are imagined and any resemblance to real places or people is purely coincidental.

Finally, these stories are for publication on the Literotica Site only and just because I have shared them on Literotica does not mean I have given permission for them to be reproduced anywhere else.

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The voyeur

April was in her mid-forties, a slim, petite, very attractive lady, shoulder length hair, dark auburn in colour, meticulously straightened every day.

She had married Christian in her early twenties and all three of their children were now at university.

They lived in a nice house, a very nice house, and April absolutely loved it. It was private, set into one side of a steep, idyllic, countryside valley, providing great views out of all windows. One of the great things about the location and aspect of the house was the privacy provided by the view across the valley, the nearest house on the opposite side was a good six hundred metres away, so far that nobody could see into any of the windows, enabling the curtains to remain open as long as April wanted, secure in the knowledge that her privacy was safe.

The house was also a decent size, had five large bedrooms, nice large dining kitchen, three large reception rooms and two bathrooms. It also had a fully converted loft. April loved this room the best.

The loft conversion stretched across the whole of the roof void, providing a really modern, almost self-contained living space. The original slope of the pitched roof had been cut into at the front, a new flat section added in giving extra height internally, increasing the amount usable floor space; full height seamless glass doors underneath the flat roof extended across whole width of the room, affording clear, uninterrupted, panoramic views across the valley; externally, Juliet balconies stretched across the width glass doors as they had been designed so that they folded back completely, opening the whole of the width of the room to the outside, letting in the air, the freshness, in the summer giving a whole new dimension to the room, the Juliet balconies there for safety.

The room itself had three main elements; to one side was a large living space; to the other a bedroom; and behind the bedroom a raised mezzanine that housed a bathroom/dressing area.

The whole space was open plan, modern, white walls, black leather furniture, modern art, minimalist, totally contemporary, New York loft style.

The living area had a view through the seamless glass doors over the valley. Under foot was a stripped and stained timber floor. Furniture comprised a corner leather sofa, black; individual Corbusier style chez-lounge, also black leather; inset living flame gas fire; wall mounted, large flat screen TV; state of the art home cinema system; remote control, mood lighting.

The bedroom area was continuation of the stripped and stained timber floor; the same view across the valley through the seamless glass doors. The bed was super size and custom made, bigger than king size; coordinated satin sheets, scatter cushions, pillows. Facing one side of the bed was a full length, room height mirrored door his a large flat screen TV mounted above where the large glass doors, where their top met the slope of the original roof, the angle of slope perfect for watching TV whilst lying on the extra large bed. A continuation of the remote control mood lighting enabling any ambience to be set.

Behind the bed the floor level rose up by three steps to an open plan, mezzanine, en-suite bathroom, the low stub wall that divided the bedroom area from the en-suite serving as the back of the large bed, providing a place where the black leather, buttoned head board of the bed could be fitted. The low height of the wall not interrupting the open plan design of the whole room, making sure every part of the space was clearly visible wherever you stood in its large expanse.

To reach the en-suite you could climb either of the sets of the three steps that sat either side of the head of the bed. Once on the raised area you had a clear view of the six person jacuzzi, whirl pool bath, this being sunken into the floor so you stepped down into it. On each side of the jacuzzi, towards the rear of the room glass block walls hid the WC and bidet, and the his and hers wash basins.

The bathroom area was large enough so that you could walk all around the tub, the harshness of the tiles broken by the black and maroon leather scatter cushions. At the front, just on the edge of the jacuzzi and sitting on the floor above the head of the bed was a designer, spiral, brushed steel radiator and towel rail, contemporary in Escort Ankara design, fixed to the floor and stretching the full width of the stub wall. The bathroom area was completed by mood lighting and water proof controls for the sound system that ran throughout the whole house, the system enabling over five thousand tracks stored on the central disc to be played anywhere throughout the house, each room able to have a different track.

April loved this place, spent a lot, if not most of her time, there while Christian was at work. And that was the problem, Christian's job! Sure, it paid well, really well, meaning April didn't have to work, paying for the Mercedes SLK she drove, paying for her clothes, her lunches, their life style. But to earn this money Christian certainly worked, worked a lot, travelled a lot, often away for weeks, sometimes months at a time. April got bored.

Christian was a fantastic man, April loved him with all her heart, but he had is funny ways. One of his hobbies was amateur astronomy, and as with everything else he had to have the best and as a result at the front of the loft space, looking out across the valley was a large, remote control, motorised, state of the art electronic telescope, very powerful. In addition, not one to be satisfied with just the normal state of the art, Christian had engaged the services of an electronic whiz kid, a real geek, to build a system where the image on the lens of the telescope was projected onto one of the white walls of the room, enabling him to sit in the bed while her star gazed.

What Christian didn't know was that April had found an alternative use for the telescope, had found that she could use it for people watching. April loved people watching. Every day as she dressed in the room April would switch on the telescope and watch life as it went on in the houses far across valley, observing their lives, seeing them go about their daily routines, the power of the telescope meant she could see every detail. She watched them every day as she sat on the bed dressing, slipping on her suspender belt, stretching her stockings over her legs, fastening the straps, the clip of her bra, finally pulling on her knickers before covering them with the days selection from her extensive, designer wardrobe.

Recently April had begun to watch closely a house directly opposite, empty and derelict for a long time but now sold and undergoing total renovation. Daily as she dressed she watched the image projected onto the wall as the builders came and went. As the days went by April was drawn to one particular man, young, dark haired, nice body. She could see he was well built and as she watched him for a few days as she dressed, watched as he came and went, undertaking work around the outside of the house, April managed to look at him very closely, to see his features as they were projected onto the wall. He was a hunk. Gorgeous, tanned, muscular, very much reminding her of Jesse Metcalf, actor who played the gardener in the series Desperate Housewives, now in real life the boyfriend in Nadine Coyle of Girls Aloud. April had always found Jesse extremely attractive.

April got into a routine, watching "Jesse" every day as she dressed, the telescope focussed on him so she could see his image on the wall of the room as she slipped on her lingerie, her stockings, as the days went by becoming more attracted to him, more aroused by him, she could feel the desire building inside her, a desire amplified each day Christian was not there.

One morning, after nearly a week of watching "Jesse" as she dressed April found herself in need of release. This was not a new feeling for her, the nature of Christian's job, of her life, meaning the feeling was all too familiar, one she knew exactly how to relieve, so as she dressed that day, as she was putting on her lingerie she took one of her buzzing, rubber friends from the drawer.

April sat on the end of the bed, the telescope projecting the image of "Jesse" onto the wall as he went about his work in the early morning sun of the summer's day. April watched "Jesse" as she brought the tip of her friend to her lips, watched him as she went about her release, sat on the edge of the bed, watched him as she imagined her friend to be him, imagined him to be inside her, her release that bit more satisfying as a result. For a few days, April continued this new routine, enjoying the experience of as she delivered her release.

When Christian called late one night from LA to say he would be a few more days April was livid, he had already been away for nearly a month. She went up to her favourite room and crashed onto the bed, crying herself to sleep. When she awoke she could see the telescope, still trained on the building going on opposite, projecting the name T