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The Voyeur

An Air Warrior and devotee of Lord Krishna has published over 120 short stories and 15 books on fiction and 4 on military history.

the-voyeur

The beginning

Randy sat in a wheelchair. His leg was encased in plaster. The result of his Royal Enfield skidding off the road and hitting a tree. The plaster covered his entire leg and the doc had said it would be six weeks before the plaster came off. Three weeks had elapsed.

In the state he was in, he had little choice but to stay in his apartment, watch television or look out of the large rear window. His friend Gopal entered unannounced. Randy saw him and burst out, “I’m sick of watching Netflix and YouTube, I don’t know what to do.”

“Why not do some reading?”

Randy replied after a moment, “ Look, Gopal, I have read 3 books but that‘s about all, I want some excitement and a chance to run and jog in the glades”

“What else have you been doing?”

He turned his wheelchair and headed toward the wide window and pointing to it said, “ I spend time looking out of this window and I hate to tell you that I have become a voyeur.” Gopal looked through the window which was open and could see windows of many nearby apartment buildings..

“I am so bored.” Randy continued. Gopal smiled and said, “ I’ve something for you, which you could use.”

He opened a black leather bag and out came a camera with a telephoto lens. He handed it to Randy with the words,” You will find it useful, why not use it to peep into the lives of people from the window and make films. That will excite you and remove your boredom.”

Randy held the camera in his hands and looked at Gopal, “ should I thank you for it?”

Gopal looked at Randy with a sly smile and said, “ The camera could enliven your moments. It’s a good one and takes good long shots. You will get a chance to watch people.”

Randy waved his hand and said, “You want me to snoop on people?”

Gopal smiled. “It’s the best I could think of. Knowing you, I’m sure you will like to watch and make videos of girls; can there be anything more exciting than that, to enliven your days.”

Gopal left and Randy put the camera on the table. The day passed and Randy wheeled his chair towards the window and looked out. The apartments were cloistered around and soon he was alert.

He could look straight ahead and directly in line he had a panoramic view of a window. It was a large window. Sometimes it was shut but when the nights were cool it was open. He could hear music emanating from the apartment but many times the curtain was drawn and he couldn’t see inside. Just adjacent to that flat was another window and he had a clear view of it.

He had watched another woman, a middle-aged lady always in a sari. This woman had a pet cat. Maybe she loved the cat. As he watched her give milk to the pet he wondered how much she liked the pet. Many a time she stroked the pet but though the window was open until about 10 in the night she always pulled the curtain and shut out the view.

Just above these two flats, he had espied another flat with large windows. This was exciting stuff. He had observed a young woman there, she was agile and nimble and many times she wore shorts. She had a flexible body and many times Randy had observed her doing Yogic poses and other exercises He wanted to know what she did; was she a teacher in a yoga school? He began to think Gopal might be correct. He liked watching her and took out his camera and focussed it on her. He was enjoying the gift of Gopal.

Now his roving eye could focus on a window just a floor below the older woman with the cat and saw another lady. She was slim and he made out she liked to cook. He wasn’t interested in her except when she sometimes came in his view in just a bra and panty. As he saw her he realized that he liked her. Yes, she was young but probably very fond of eating. Many a time he observed that she would sit on the sofa and munch away while she watched television. He also watched her drink; what was it? he couldn’t tell, whiskey probably. Once he saw her only in a panty without a bra and he could make out her raisings were firm. She went about her chores in a business-like way and her raisings stood out. Randy felt they were lovely and he wished she would remove her lower garment and he wondered whether she had a tuft of hair. It must be black he thought if she had left it untouched.

He went to bed but before that he connected the camera to the TV and watched the 3 women. The gymnast or yoga teacher was the best with the woman who cooked a close second. He didn’t fancy the lady with the cat; he didn’t like cats.

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the-voyeur

Yamini

He was still in bed when there was a knock and his girlfriend Yamini entered. She had a spare key to the flat. She was a Tamil Brahmin, slightly whitish in complexion, just 22 and by all accounts could have the tag ‘lovely’. Randy liked her but now with his leg in plaster, the relationship had become slightly cold.

She walked up to him and kissed him and asked, “ How are you feeling today?”

He didn’t answer and Yamini continued, “ did Gopal come here yesterday, and did he bring a gift ?”

Randy arched his eyebrows and asked, “ how do you know ?”

He was curious but she didn’t answer and only replied, “ You need a bit to eat and I will get you an omelet and some toast with marmalade.”

She returned pretty fast with the tray and saw the video camera on the table. She just smiled and said, “ Is this Gopal’s gift? are you using it? My word you are a voyeur.”

Randy felt a little uncomfortable at this question and all he says, “I have interesting neighbors.”

“Tell me”

Randy was silent for a moment and then replied, “ I have watched 4 women, one of them is a music enthusiast, another a yoga teacher, a cat lover, and a woman fond of cooking.

“Who interests you the most ?”.

Randy didn’t reply as Yamini took the camera and peered into the viewfinder. It was on zoom. She heard Randy say, “ I like two of them, the yoga teacher and the woman who cooks.”

“Where are they?.” He pointed.

She quickly found one of the ladies. She focussed on the lady making the meal.

Yamini put down the camera. And said, “she’s making a big meal and I suppose she’s invited someone to join her for a meal.”

“But nobody seems to come so far.”

Yamini looked at Randy and said, “ maybe she is waiting for her.”

She paused for a moment and said, “ are you feeling sorry for her?”

Yamini now leaned forward and moved her lips close to his mouth. She didn’t kiss him and pulled back. She went back to the camera and looked in and said, “ Randy the curtains are drawn and the girl listening to music is visible., my, she is pretty, probably from Kerala and a brahmin.”

She handed the camera to Randy and said, “ watch, you will like her.”

Randy watched and was aware that the woman’s body was slim and taut. He continued looking at her, admiring her, and then whispered to Yamini,” She is an athlete, a sprinter, what a lovely body.”

Yamini looked again into the zoom lens and said, “ I will call her Rukmani, the love of Lord Krishna.”

She continued, ”I meant, does Ms. Rukmani have any lovers?. Have you seen her with anyone?”

Randy was silent.

Yamini smiled, “It means you will fantasize about her. I like this line of thought, she could be your solace. I know it’s terrible being locked up with a plaster on your leg. Ms. Rukmani will certainly brighten your day. ”

“You think so ?”

“Yes.”

“Then you need to stay here with me, so we can play and have fun.”

She cocked an eyebrow and said, “ I am busy, you better spend your time fantasizing about Ms. Rukmani.”

Yamini disappeared into the washroom. She soon went into the kitchen and returned humming a song and set the breakfast tray before the wheelchair.

“Still watching Ms. Rukmani? She asked.

“Yes”

“What do you prefer? My breakfast or Ms. Rukmani?”

Randy was silent.

Yamini also began to partake of the breakfast. But she was observing Randy closely.

Once again Yamini picked up the camera and looked inside. In a moment she exclaimed, “She’s only in a bra and panty, wow! She’s doing exercises and she’s lovely. Want to watch and film her?”

She handed the camera to Randy and he looked in. He zoomed to the max and his heart beat faster. She had finished her routine and was gazing out of the window. She was tall and slim and she stared out of her window. She did something that rushed the adrenal to his head. He saw her hook her thumbs in the elastic of her panty and pull it down. It slid to the floor and Randy was witness to her carnal beauty. She had a lovely set of curls that had been hidden by the panty and Randy’s throat became dry. He breathed heavily at the sight and Yamini quickly got up, snatched the camera, and witnessed the sight. She turned to Randy and said, “yes, she is lovely, she must be in your thoughts. I bet you want her.”

They laughed. She leaned close to him, allowing a top button of her blouse to open. “You better show me.” He gasped

He pulled his wheelchair forward to meet her lips, but she pulled away. She was still teasing him.

Yamini’s mobile vibrated. She looked at the phone and said, “my time’s up and I have to go.”

Randy looked at her ruefully but Yamini was on her way out. She turned to him and said, “keep looking at all and when I come next fill me all the details. In the meantime let me see if I can get the dough on this lady.”

She left, waving to him. Soon he dozed off and when he awoke, it was five in the evening.

The apartment above Ms. Rukmani’s was dark. He looked and saw the middle-aged woman. She was standing looking out of the window with the cat in her arms. Randy didn’t like cats and he didn’t want to watch her.

His mind reverted back to Ms. Rukmani. He fantasized about her and wondered if she had guys coming over to her place. He hadn’t seen anybody and he felt tremendous relief at this thought. He wished she would invite a man over and then his mind exulted at the thought that he could be invited. He closed his eyes as he fantasized about removing her panty and burying his face in the most esoteric part of her feminism. He went on dreaming about what would happen. The thought that passion would allow her to release her vocal cords aroused him. His mind was in a whirl as he thought of Ms. Rukmani inviting a woman into bed. What if it was Yamini? He loved the idea of Ms. Rukmani and Yamini together., The fantasy caused his pulse to increase. He realized he was sweating and he took his hand towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The day dragged on. No curtains or blinds opened. Randy watched television, but he ended up having a nap most of the time. That evening, Yamini arrived and she was aflutter with excitement. Randy looked at her and asked., “ what’s the matter?”.

Yamini smiled and said,” I have researched the net, Ms. Rukmani is a dancer, an accomplished one at that. She has been on so many tours, national and international, obviously she is newsworthy.”

“How did you solve the riddle?”

“The net and google. I went to her apartment after leaving you and took down her name.”

“My, you are ingenious,” Randy said.

Yamini smiled more like a gracious queen and replied, “ You think so?”

“Yes, but tell me is she married, a lover? tied to someone?”

“ No, I couldn’t find out, but you got any news on the others?”

“Nothing.”

Yamini picked up the camera. “But Ms. Cook should be making dinner soon, right? “

“I hope so,” Randy replied.

Yamini sat on a rocking chair with the camera in her lap. “I wonder if she will cook today and will she have a visitor?. Has anyone visited her?”

“Not since I’ve been on this chair, Yes, one man did come and I remember she gave him a hug.”.

“ What else happened, did he stay long?”

“No, he was there only for a short time”

“Hmm,” Yamini replied, that’s interesting, so there is a man. So she likes men, maybe starving for one”

“What are you thinking?” Randy asked.

Suddenly Yamini smiled her sweetest smile, “I have an idea, let’s enliven her life and give her a secret admirer.”

“ How are you going to do it?”

. “I will need you to write a letter and I will deliver it to her door.”

“This is nonsense, how can you do it?.”

“No, it’s not nonsense, let’s just help her by adding spice to her life.”

She continued, “You could play the part of the sweetheart, she is good looking and you may like her.”

“You are not jealous?”

Yamini did not reply and only said, “Write this:

Dear lovely Juliet,

‘You thrill me. I love your humility and kindness. I saw through you when we met but you won’t know me because I never had the courage to tell you how beautiful you are and how I prize you.”

Randy wrote and signed the note and handed it to Yamini.

She looked at Randy with a half-smile and continued, “ write another note and tell her you will be sending her a gift to show your love.”

“Gift?”

Yamini touched Randy’s nose with the tip of her finger. “wait and see.”

Yamini was the one to first notice Ms. Cook’s curtains open. The woman set a pan on the stove and had begun to cook.

“ She’s making a sumptuous meal, maybe she’s cooking for someone who is coming, a man perhaps, even her lover.”

“What are you going to do?” Randy asked.

Yamini put down the camera, “ I am going to deliver your letter now.”

Randy could only acquiesce, after all, he had a broken leg. Yamini left, and he saw from the window that she had emerged out on the narrow lane and entered the building in front, where Ms. Cook lived. Randy watched and after a few moments he saw Ms. Cook open the door, obviously, the bell had rung as Yamini had reached. He saw the door open and saw Yamini standing. She handed the letter and after a few words left. The lady shut the door and Randy saw her open the envelope. He could make out she was in some quandary and was looking at the letter. Randy wondered what was going through her mind.

Yamini returned, and Randy told her all that he had seen.

“Now for step two,” Yamini said, “The gift.”

“You have something in mind?”

Randy squinted his eyes as if attempting to peer into his girlfriend’s mind or try and make sense of what his girlfriend was planning.

Randy and Yamini had a bite to eat and Randy realized, Yamini was a good cook. Both looked out of the window and saw Ms. Cook once again hold the letter and read it. Randy looked at Yamini and asked, “ what about the gift?”

“ I have already sent it and perhaps it will be delivered soon, It is express delivery.”

Both watched as the lady got up and opened the door and accepted the parcel. She signed and came back to the stove.

“Yamini, “Randy asked, “what did you send?”

“Just watch. Maybe I’ve hit the right chord.”

They watched Ms. Cook slice through the packaging, and remove it. She was soon holding another smaller packet in her hand. Randy took away the camera from Yamini. He saw the lady holding a small cardboard box. She opened it and took out many layers of brown paper coverings. Randy saw her slice open the cardboard box and pull out a contraption shaped like a large thick pen and he knew it was a vibrator. ” The blood rushed to his head as she saw the lady examine the instrument.

“What is it?” he asked, more out of just wanting to say something than anything else as he knew what the instrument was.

“ It’s a toy for pleasure and conversely to make the adrenal rush to your brain.”

Randy watched in awe as the lady began to unbutton her shorts. It slid down and Randy was witness to Ms. Cook only in her panty. She didn’t stop there and he saw her put her thumbs in the elastic of her panty and lo and behold it slid down her hips. Randy breathed brokenly as he became excited and Yamini grasped his hand to steady him.

“Keep looking at her,” Yamini whispered. “Imagine her state of mind, the poor lady’s mind must be in some turmoil.”

He saw Ms. Cook hold the small gift in her hand.

Yamini came close to Randy, and softly whispered, “She’s too aroused, she just wants to go ahead and she has no time for anything else.”

He saw Ms. Cooky look at the toy for a moment and then brought the longish instrument between her thighs. A moment later, Randy almost heard a gasp, or he imagined and it was obvious she was on the road to pleasure. Both Randy and Yamini watched as the lady lay down on the couch. Randy could make out her eyes were closed as he set the movie camera 'on' and it began to function noiselessly, etching the entire scene on the drive.

Yamini slid her hand into Randy’s shorts and whispered, “ I’m sure she is wet and soon she will have an orgasm. She’s going to satisfy herself and has no inhibitions. All she wants is pleasure, and she's not bothered whether the window is open or the curtains are not drawn. She doesn’t care about anything now.

“Can you see Ms. Cook through the curtains “Watch her? Where is she? Tell me.”

Ken scrambled to align his eye with the viewfinder. His brain had to retract from pure luscious pleasure to do a specific task. Ms. Cook was flat on the bed, except for her feet. Her feet were wide apart and then would crunch together. Her hand remained deep between her legs. Randy was about to share the scene when Yamini raised up her head and whispered

“Enjoying the night?”

Randy couldn’t answer. He was in a numbed state She kissed him quickly and left.

He had an agonizing wait till the next evening and worse he couldn’t see anything as it was raining and the windows were closed. In the evening Yamini came with a short boy following her. He could make out he was a delivery boy by the company dress he wore.

She came up to Randy and softly gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Any more news after I left?”

“No, but who is he?”

“ Silly, he is the delivery boy”

“What’s he brought or better what have you brought?”

Yamini did not reply immediately and only said, “ silly it's food and burgers from KFC.” She motioned for the boy to put the package on the dining table and go away. As the boy left Yamini took the camera. She aimed it through the rear window.

“Did you see a package arrive at Ms. Rukmani’s apartment?” she asked, still gazing through the lens.

“I didn’t. Maybe I was asleep.”

“Ah, yes. I can see the package.”

“What did you do this time?” Randy was unsure what she would answer. He had already been surprised by the gift sent earlier.

Still watching Ms. Rukmani?” Yamini said, “ I have sent roses and they are from the same secret admirer, you know a woman always loves roses, mostly red, they have an aphrodisiac effect.”

“So you sent her roses? But who is supposed to be the secret admirer? What have you sent with the roses?”

“A quick note ‘Loving you, hoping to see you soon, face to face.’”

“But who is going to see her?” Randy asked.

Yamini only kissed him deeply, letting her tongue snake into his mouth. She quickly pulled back and walked to the kitchen. Over her shoulder, she said, “I have some samosas for you.”


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Helping lonely hearts

Randy stared at her and wondered how she could so easily switch from one stratum to another so quickly. With his heart beating faster. He watched her climb on a stool and open the closet higher up to pull out some plates. As she climbed up her dress came above the knee and he was witness to the incandescent flesh of her thighs, so toned and athletic.

“Yamini, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Um, did you really, um, go down on another girl?”

The kitchen went silent. She didn’t respond.

Randy decided, by her silence, that it was just dirty talk. Yamini remained aloof. He realized she had only twisted his mind to raise him up.

Yamini returned with two dessert plates with the samosas. Two on his plate and one for her. She took a bite of the samosa and asked “Did you have a question for me?”.

“You ignited my interest last night,” Randy said. He took a large bite of his samosa. He liked it, a Punjabi samosa with a lot of potatoes and peas.

“Yes, you had a question? I have been wondering whether it was about Ms. Rukmani or was it about Ms. Cook?”

“No, not them. It was about you.”

“Me?” she responded in a dramatic fashion, “ You been wondering about me?”

She knew she had Randy hooked, like the samosa she was eating. She had his soul in her grip.

“I am very interested in your thoughts,” Randy said,

She arched her eyebrows and said, “About what I said regarding Ms. Rukmani? Or about the toy?”

Randy shook his head. “no, I want to know what’s going on in your brain to the poser I asked you?”

“I thought so. You have dirty thoughts”

“You are right. I haven’t been able to get it from my mind since the time you left.”

“You mean a woman and me going down on each other, a sixty-nine?”

Randy was silent, his heart aflutter.

“You want a true answer?” She put the samosa between her luscious lips.

Randy replied. “Yes. I want you to relate it to me.”

“Can you face the truth?.” She looked at the cast on his leg.

“Yes, I would love it.”

Yamini started to say something but she stopped as something else caught her attention. She set down her plate and took the camera and said, “My word, Ms. Rukmani is home. She has picked up the roses and the note. She is sitting and reads the note. She’s covered her mouth with her hand and is obviously both delighted and surprised.”

Yamini continues, “She’s thrilled, my plan is working. She’s not going to be lonely too much longer.”

“But I want to know about you,” Randy said.

“I think you’ll want to know about Ms. Rukmani first.”

After a moment's pause, Yamini continued” Ms. Rukmani is now changing her dress; she’s changing clothes.”

“Let me see, ”Randy said.

Yamini did not give up the camera. Randy was left with his naked eye. He could make out that Ms. Rukmani was wearing a light blue blouse, low cut with a sari tied well below the navel.

She came right before the window and looked out. Was she aware of the voyeur? Him? She did something inexplicable and started to unbutton her blouse from the top. The blouse opened to reveal a white bra that had been hidden under the blouse.

“She’s got a toned body,” Randy said. These were his thoughts and they just emanated from him, more of a reflex action than anything else.

Yamini put down the camera and grinned. “Yes, she has. nice curves. A great bust, Nothing is as good as small pert breasts.”

Randy almost coughed on his samosa when he heard the words of Yamini. He loved sexy words from a woman. It’s a simple turn-on for many.

“Want a closer look?” Yamini asked. The request made him straighten up. “Watch her. Maybe she’ll take off her bra. Maybe even her sari and panties.”

He reached for the camera, his hand trembling with the excitement at the thought of seeing something esoteric.

“You don’t have grab to the camera that fast,” Yamini said, light-heartedly.

Randy saw Ms. Rukmani in a carnal way. It was like a dream unfolding for him. She had unraveled her sari and Randy was witness to a lacy bra and waist-high panties. She looked lovely more like great Bollywood actresses like Zeenat Aman and Katrina Kaif. The lady slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and unclasped her bra. The bra fell off of her chest and she tossed it away. Her breasts swayed briefly.

Before he could exhale, Yamini yanked away the camera.

“So sexy, yes! My, my, did you notice the brown areolas. So perfect, I’m sure you are dying to suckle her.”

Randy looked at Yamini after hearing her. In the meantime, she had moved to the window and was looking out. Her voice was hoarse now, as she said softly, “ her panties are off !”

Randy put the viewfinder against his right eye. He was amazed at the curls on her mons, that had been hidden under the soft fabric. Ms. Rukmani disappeared into her closet, nude. “Wow,” Randy said his voice muffled.

“What?”

“You know everything, I am excited watching her,” he said, still looking through the camera. He was not going to miss her reappearance.

“Tell me what you like.”

He was ready to speak when Ms. Rukmani stepped out of the closet. With her back turned, Ken noticed the lovely backside and the two dimples that adorned her butt. She turned and Randy sucked in his breath and his stomach contracted as he was witness to the temple of Aphrodite with its profusion of curls. She now began to dress again, and now she wore shorts and a shirt.

Ms. Rukmani slipped into her heels. She was out of sight for a moment and soon returned and left.

“She’s gone,” Randy said.

“Yes, going out for a night on the town. I wonder if she’s going to meet someone.”

“What have you done?” Randy eyed her, skeptically.

“I am connecting two lonely people.”

“You’re teasing her. It’s not nice.”

“Really?”

“ Yes, but who will she meet?”

“A lonely man”

“ Who could it be “

“ Someone you know”

“Sure, can you tell me if it is not your personal secret?”

Yamini sat gently on the arm of Randy’s wheelchair. She stroked his hair. “Sometimes, lonely people need help; If we know someone is lonely, I feel we must help him. I will let you into a secret, the person I have helped is Gopal.”

“Gopal? I’m surprised”

“Yes, he’s a lonely man after his wife died. I always wanted to help him.”


The finale

Randy was silent at this great revelation but Yamini was helping him out of the chair onto the bed. She ran her hands up his calves and thighs while grinning at his exposed phallus. She removed her dress and Randy was thrilled she wore no panties.

“Do you like it?” she whispered in a soft voice.

Ken looked at Yamini and pointed .“There’s my answer.”

Yamini now stood nude in the lamplight. She held her arms across her breasts. She stood and turned so that Randy could see her.

Yamini sat down on the bed and looked at Randy and said, “ You’re excited, satisfy me,”.

The bedside lamp was lit but a change of voltage made it flicker. He was clutching her in his hands as she climbed on top of him. She sat carefully so as to not put any strain on the plaster. His thrusts brought about the culmination of a great adventure. As he enveloped her in his arms, he whispered, "I am happy for Gopal."


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