Holes In My Wall
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My name’s Christina. Ever since the summer I’ve been obsessed with the holes in my closet wall.
My cousin Jeff put them there so he could spy on my cousin Elisha and I changing. But also so that he could return the favor by allowing us to spy on him. Our voyeuristic shows became so intense that my cousin finally stuck his thick rock hard manhood straight through the wall so Elisha and I could suck him off.
It was so erotic and exciting in my dull life that I didn’t want it to end. I became obsessed with the thought of another rock hard cock sticking through my wall eagerly awaiting my welcoming lips.
Of course wishing wouldn’t make this happen. I would have to earn their lust by making myself as desirable to them as possible.
The holes provided a surprisingly honest relationship. Each side truly fell in love with what they saw on the other side. Otherwise they wouldn’t be peeping.
But how long would it be before another lucky guy would occupy our guest room? Probably a long time. Time which I used to prepare. I created my own voyeuristic theatre using ingenuity that would put Thomas Edison to shame. I plotted to utilize the holes to their fullest. Hiding them from my parents while also making them accessible when needed.
My cousin had made two holes in the drywall about 3 feet off the ground and about 2 inches in diameter, leading from my bedroom closet to the guestroom closet.
The first thing I did was create a patchwork for the holes so that from my side I could fill them in without my parents or anyone else finding them unless I wanted them to. It was no longer necessary to hide them behind boxes or clothing.
The second thing I did was recodify the guest room closet so the clothing hung much higher. Even a long trench coat could be hung without blocking the holes.
Next I worked a contraption using fishing wire through my side which would allow me to open the closet doors in the guestroom from my side. I couldn’t do this while someone was watching, lest they think there was a ghost and examine the self opening doors more closely. But this could be used while they were not looking, and the lucky guest would just presume they’d forgotten to close them.
The furniture in my room was rearranged so that my full length mirror, highboy, and makeup counter would allow me to undress where the lucky guest would have the best possible view of my naked teen body. As my cousin Jeff had tought me, it was important to take my time being naked and preparing and not simply dressing as normal.
I also modified the guestroom by removing the towel rack in the bathroom and installing it on the opposite wall. This way they would have to leave the bathroom after a shower to get their towel and dry off in full view of me. My parents were so out of it they would never notice this simple change.
Even with all these things in place there was still the chance that the guest might not notice the holes in the closet or even be curious enough to look through them. I used an old red Christmas tree light to blink on my side. Surely anyone at night would investigate the holes to see what this strange blinking red light was.
Finally I installed a periscope on my side about eyelevel. This was so I could check to see if the lucky guy was actually kneeling by the holes. It would be a shame to put on a show that no one was watching.
You’re probably wondering why hidden cameras wouldn’t be easier. They would have. But I liked the holes. They gave me plausible deniability should anyone find them and get angry. They were also simple and innocent. I’m just an innocent teenage girl changing in her room. They’re just holes in the wall. It’s what people chose to do with them that was wicked.
I waited for months. It’s not like my family had handsome men staying over on a regular basis. The guestroom was mostly used by grandma and grandpa.
Finally opportunity knocked. My father had an important business associate coming all the way from England who’d be staying with us. Nigel was a good looking man for being in his early 50s. I played it cool and didn’t flirt with him at all in front of my family.
“An you must be the daughter, Christina? Nigel, nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you as well.” I said shaking his hand.
I didn’t make conversation with Nigel during dinner. Nor did I sit with him and my father as they talked business and watched sports on TV.
When it was time for bed I uncovered the holes and opened the guestroom closet. Through my periscope I could see that Nigel was sitting on the bed going over legal papers. I activated the flashing red light to draw him to the holes. Sure enough he got up to investigate where these strange lights were coming from.
I stood by my full length mirror and slipped off my Hello Kitty panties, then my skirt, top, and bra. I stood there naked for a good 15 minutes staring at my naked teen body in the mirror and massaged oils and creams into every inch of my virgin skin. I made sure to bend at the waist regularly to show off everything I had to offer. Never once letting on that I knew anyone was watching or even knew the peep holes existed.
After 15 minutes I checked on the periscope again and sure enough the dirty old man was pressed firmly against one of the peep holes savoring every last inch of me.
While I couldn’t see into the other side fully, especially with the lights off, I felt very confident that Nigel stroked himself to sleep that night thinking of me.
The next morning I heard a shower running. I quickly rushed to the holes to see the closet doors closed. I opened them and waited. My plan with the towel bar worked and Nigel was forced to leave the privacy of the bathroom to get his towel. His naked body was average, but was nice for a man of his age.
Nigel didn’t seem to have any idea he was being peeped. When he noticed the closet doors ajar he immediately closed them. I guess he missed the hint that the holes existed for him to be viewed as well. He probably felt shameful about peeping on this coworker’s teenage daughter and didn’t understand that this was exactly what I wanted. This wasn’t too shocking, after all it took 3 days for Elisha and I too even realize the holes existed and that our cousin had been peeping on us the whole time while wanting us to peep back.
The next night I didn’t even have to turn the red light on. Nigel was already by the holes salivating for another look at me.
This time I spread out an exercise mat and turned on a workout DVD while I did yoga totally nude. It wasn’t just important to show him what I looked like but what I could do for him as well.
After an hour of nude yoga I checked the periscope again to see Nigel’s lights off. This was good. I’d made him so hot that he couldn’t wait for me to finish before he stroked off. But it hadn’t produced the erection through my wall which I was longing for.
Nigel probably still felt shameful about what he was doing and even if he didn’t he certainly didn’t want to get caught peeping or sticking his cock through a hole in the wall of a teenage girl.
His fear was reasonable. It was up to me to make him so hot that no matter what his fears he would overcome them.
The next night I spread out on my mat again and oiled up my naked body. But this time I opened my legs to force in a small pink vibrator attached to a wire which led to a battery and controller. I moaned and groaned and writhed in ecstasy while massaging my breasts and pleasuring my whole body.
I even bent over doggy style facing the holes and inserted the vibrator from behind. Begging Nigel to mount me. “I’m cumming… I’m cumming… Ohhh I’m cumming.” I moaned.
Still there was no cock in my wall. But there was a knock on my door. I opened it in trepidation. Was it Nigel or my parents?
I opened it a crack and Nigel burst in and picked me up by both arms throwing me onto my bed. He had his own pajamas off in a second and mounted me. My welcoming legs wrapped tightly around him.
He thrust and undulated, drilling me like a man driven insane and turned into a machine of lust thrusting away full force.
I writhed in sinful pleasure and was turned over so I was facing the bed and my arms were pulled back as he rode me doggy style. Then I was turned back around facing the ceiling as Nigel kneeled over me to release his delicious nectar on my face.
We both collapsed naked and cuddled on top of my bedspread while we desperately tried to catch our breaths and keep from passing out. This wasn’t easy and probably took us 30 minutes to calm down.
“Oh… oh… Christina. That was the best… of my entire life. We should have been doing this the whole time. If this is what you wanted you should have just asked.”
I probed the white semen on my face with my fingers and licked myself clean like a kitten washing itself. “No, you would’ve just thought me crazy. And I wouldn’t know if you truly loved me or if I was just the nearest sex available. The holes give truth. You didn’t know that I was watching you the whole time you were watching me. That’s how I knew for sure that you truly loved what you saw through the hole. That you truly loved me. If you didn’t, you would have looked away. It must’ve taken a lot of courage and lust to get you to come over here.”
Noticing the blood on the bedspread he said, “Oh wow! You’re a virgin? I was your first?”
“Yup.” I answered.
“Alright!”
I nuzzled up to his chest and fell asleep in his warm welcoming arms.
The holes in my wall had worked. Nigel went back to England the next day sore and happy.
Christina’s adventures with the holes are far from over. More stories are coming quickly
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