My thing is voyeurism. I saw my next door neighbour Nicole drive off and went up to the landing where the small one-way window gave me a view over their patio without my being visible. After a few minutes, Pierre came out. He looked about him, sniffinf the air, as if he were testing the warmth of the afternoon. He even seemed to look at my window which always makes me flinch as if in fear of being found out. Then he sat down with a book. Their garden is walled and hedged and has complete privacy except for my secret window where I had now undressed and was fully nude. It was a garden made for uninhibited behaviour only they'd never indulged. I'd put the window in to spy on Nicole but discovered that watching Pierre was erotic for me as well although I'm straight. I'd never seen either of them do anything out of the ordinary but I liked being naked and playing with myself while I spied on them. In the warm weather, It was one of my favourite ways to cum. In a way, I quite liked it that they never profited from their privacy to sunbathe nude and masturbate as I would have done in that garden. Their being fully dressed somehow made my own nakedness feel more fully nude as I spied on them. If I chanced to meet them after one of my little private wanking sessions and we exchanged cheery greetings, I relished the secret knowledge of my voyeurism. They would unsuspectingly take my wanking hand in theirs, unaware of my cock's imprint on my unwashed palm. That's all that happened that day. Pierre read his book. I watched him, fantasised about his masturbation, what he looked like nude, what he did in bed with Nicole. I brought myself back from the brink several times, hoping that I could delay my ejaculation till Nicole came back? Eventually, I couldn't contain it any more and shot my load. When I looked at my watch it had been an hour and a half.My voyeuri