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UNDERGRADUATE DAYS

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by GREYBEARD In 1970 I was an undergraduate at a university in Northern England. I shared a rented house with six other students. There were four men and three girls; we each had our own bedroom and shared the communal areas. The house was Victorian and had been extended at some time so it had an odd shaped section at one end. My room was at the end of the corridor in the extended section, which stood out at right angles to the main part of the house. As well as the window that overlooked the rear garden was a window in the side wall, which looked out along the entire rear elevation of the house. When I first moved in I checked this out for any potential sneaky peeking at my female housemates, but the angle was too acute to see anything except a few feet into the room of my immediate neighbour. For a while I would glance up from my studies if I heard her moving about in her room next door, but she was most meticulous in pulling her blind down before changing and I soon gave up any hope of an exciting glimpse. Six months later I knew little about Jane, my neighbour, except that she was a farmers daughter. She was pleasant and friendly while still managing to remain a little distant. In those days I was foolish enough to have a stereotype image of the sort of girl I was interested in so I made no real attempt to get to know her better. I went for Mary Quant clones, with mini skirts that flashed their knickers when they sat down. Jane was very conservatively dressed, with longish skirts and baggy fairisle sweaters that concealed her figure. Her hair was also unfashionably long, a mass of unruly ginger/auburn curls that swept down to her shoulders. It also irked me that she was as tall as I was. In retrospect I realise she was a magnificent young woman; but at the time, shallow youth that I was, I dismissed her as a "prospect". Jane had no particular boyfriend, but did enjoy a busy social life; dating frequently with various young men. However, while some were invited in for coffee in our living room, none were ever allowed upstairs to enjoy the pleasures of her bedroom. The late May holiday weekend arrived and England was enduring a heatwave. All of the residents at the house except Jane were going away for the holiday. Either visiting home or going off partying with groups of friends. Jane had announced she had studies to catch up with, and would welcome a couple of days with no distractions. I had arranged to go home; there was a girl I had dated a couple of times during the Christmas break who had been really passionate when we snogged and I was hopeful of further intimacies. My transport was to be a fellow student's car; his home was only a few miles from mine and we agreed to share petrol costs. We duly set off on Friday morning, but we only got as far as the first traffic hold up before his ancient Austin car boiled up in the heat. This was the pattern of our progress for the rest of the day; drive a few miles, short queue, radiator boils over, pull over and wait for it to cool, replenish water and continue our journey. By mid afternoon we had gone only 32 miles and we were in a small hold up when the tell tale steam started to come through the grill just as the road ahead cleared. The driver said, "To hell with it, she will soon cool now we are moving again" and drove on. Two miles on the engine seized up solid. There was no point in me staying with him, and back to university was a lot closer than on to home, so I set about hitch-hiking back. I arrived back tired and hot about 9.00pm that evening. The house was empty and I was in a foul temper having missed out on my anticipated weekend of carnal pleasures with the lovely Lucy. All I wanted was a cool bath and an early night. By ten o'clock I was bathed and lying on top of my bed naked, trying to sleep; but even with the sash window wide open it was too hot. I made myself lay quietly, knowing that tossing and turning would only make matters worse. I was just drifting when Jane came in next door. I heard her put her key in the lock and saw the beams of light round the edge of the blind. My bed was right by the window. Some instinct made me turn to lay on my front so that I could peer into her room undetected. My efforts where soon rewarded. Jane came to the window and raised the blind, for a moment I shrank back into my bed, then I realised that I could not be seen. Then she too raised the sash window; we were no more than six or seven feet apart. She stood there for a few moments, breathing in the evening air. She was smartly dressed in a summer shirtwaister dress. I could hear her gently humming Mozart. I guessed that her date had taken her to a concert. She stepped back a couple of paces; she was immediately lost from my view. I could hear her moving about her room, then she reappeared. She had obviously hung up the dress; now she was dressed in bra, French knickers, pale grey silk stockings, and suspenders. Jane was blessed with a classical hourglass figure; her milk white complexion was enhanced by a liberal covering of freckles around her breasts, and on her neck and shoulders. She was showing no more than any girl at a beach, yet I was instantly erect. Again she stood for a few moments, trying to cool off, then retreated to the rear of the room. I could still hear Jane humming Mozart's melodies; she passed in and out of my view as she moved around her room. She balanced on one leg, the other foot on the bed, and unfastened the clips on her suspender. Then gently rolled the stocking down her shapely limb. When she repeated the process for the other leg I could see a tendril of bright red pubic hair shyly peeping out of the loose leg of her silk French knickers. There was an innocence about this beautiful young woman going about her evening routine, unaware that she was observed. Yet it was the most intensely erotic moment of my life. As she bent forward to pick up the discarded stockings from the bed her breasts swelled forward in the cups of her bra, I could see almost to her nipples. Then she disappeared from sight again. There was a pause, then the lights went out. Moments later she flitted naked across my view and hopped quickly under a sheet. There was little light and all I had seen was a luminous white body with a dark shadow at the juncture of her thighs. I lay in the darkness, my heart beating frantically. I ached for release, but I was obsessed with not allowing Jane to know I was there. Apart from the embarrassment to both of us if she discovered she had been observed I also wanted desperately to see a repeat performance. I decided to lay quietly until Jane was asleep before masturbating. I lay there for a few minutes, straining to listen for any faint snore or other sound to indicate that Jane had dropped off. Soon I heard a heartfelt sigh from next door, shortly followed by another. Then I became aware that Jane's breathing was getting quite heavy. The bed creaked as she adjusted her position. A moment later she made a strangled gasp. Jane was masturbating just six feet from where I lay! I carefully edged my head up but it was too dark to see much; all I could make out was her mass of curls and the white sheet covering her. However sound was another matter, I might as well have been lying next to her. Her breathing was now very laboured. Then the bed creaked as she shifted position slightly again; next moment I could hear a wet slurping as her fingers did their business. Jane was obviously luxuriating in her frigging; this was no furtive rub to cure an itch. She settled into a pattern. There would be a trio of sounds, slurping fingers, creaking bed, and little mewling gasps. This would last for fifteen or twenty seconds, then quiet for a while, punctuated only by her laboured breathing. Eventually she must have reached the point where she could hold off no longer. This time the trio didn't stop; it just got more frantic. The gasps gave way to a rhythmic chant of "yes�yes". Then "don't stop�don't stop", as if she was imagining someone else doing it for her. The old bedsprings were shrieking in protest. Finally Jane gasped "Oh God Oh Oh GOOOOODDD" as she thrust her whole body up of the bed. Still I saw nothing except a sheet covered mass rising from the mattress, but she must have been arched up with only feet and head touching the bed. Jane collapsed back onto the bed; her breath coming in gasping sobs. Gradually her breathing returned to normal. Then turned to a gentle feminine snoring. I got quietly out of bed and got a bottle of lotion and some tissues from my drawer. I moved to the back of the room, away from the window and sat on my desk chair. My prick was like an iron bar, I had never known it so hugely erect. I applied some lotion and started to strop my tool. Thinking of Jane's virtuoso performance I too tried to make it last; using extra lotion to reduce the friction a little and pausing frequently. But it was no use; I had been anticipating a session with Lucy all day and then watching and listening to Jane. I had too big a head of pressure built up. In a few minutes I was past the point of no return. When the orgasm hit it was the most intense of my life. I felt as if my spine was being ejaculated through the end of my prick. There was spunk everywhere. I sat there for a while. Gradually my breathing returned to normal. I cleaned up as quietly as I could; then climbed into bed. As I lay there, drifting off to sleep the last sounds I heard were Jane's soft snores drifting through the window.