Sex with the French Teacher
- on 06.29.08
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I had always had a crush on my French teacher, she was a really young teacher, far younger than most of the old broads that usually taught at my school. Whenever she wore a skirt I would always “accidentally” drop my pencil, and since I was in the front row, she would be kind enough to bend over and get it for me. And every time she bent over I would get a nice view of her panty covered pussy. Everytime she wore a thong, I would have to almost immediately ask to go to the bathroom and stroke myself to release. I think she started to catch onto what I was doing… Read more…
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Joe had been a janitor at Wickman School For Girls for about three years, and while the pay wasn’t the greatest, being a young single guy he didn’t have many needs. Besides, the scenery at the school was nothing short of spectacular! The little bitches who attended the exclusive private school never even gave him a second glance, and as far as they were concerned he didn’t even exist, but that was O.K. with him because it gave him the perfect cover for his one and only hobby, trying to see these little sluts with their panties down! 
I was in my attic one day when my Mother-in-law (who was temporarily living with us) entered the bathroom, which I was above and begun to run the bath. I already knew that from the light fitting, you could see down into the bathroom. 
I lived next door to a fantasy. My own fantasy. I had just moved into a new apartment in Cleveland, nice place, a loft on the west side with a view. I quickly found out how good the view was when I met my neighbor, Missy. Well, I kind of met her. 
My husband Andy and I first learned of an activity known in the UK as “dogging” from an article in a popular Sunday tabloid newspaper. This pursuit, as we found out, usually takes place in remote secluded locations, mostly after dark and involving exhibitionist minded couples who actively seek out voyeurs to watch or even join in their public sex displays. 
In the peak of the heat of summer the mercury had risen to a sweltering 37 degrees. The air conditioning in the office had broken and the sweat was running off my body. I had been finishing up some paperwork while waiting for my last client to arrive. It was already well past five and the office was long since deserted. 
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The window cleaner called round when I was at work. Well I should have been at work but happened to leave early. I recognized his van but couldn’t see where he was. His ladders were against the rear wall of our house. I normally called out when I entered the house but for some reason when I saw the door a jar I crept in. An hour before my wife was doing some ironing when the window cleaner knocked at the door and offered to clean our windows. My wife agreed and one of the men put the ladder up at the front and started washing the windows. My wife finished the ironing and went up stairs to put the clothes away and decided to have a shower. 
I just had to tell you about a true voyeur experience I had last week. I live in an apartment complex, in a building that is four apartments wide. The building I live in is toward the back of the whole place. You have a little small strip of grass for your backyard, then a big fence that is 6 ft. high. So it’s very private out back, but you can walk around the place, which means you can walk past the windows of the other three apartments that are part of your building. 