The Voyeur

I was unnoticed from my vantage point. I had stumbled upon the scene quite by accident. I held my breath, lest I made my presence known. I was certain that my intrusion of the couple's privacy would not be welcome.
...I was young and did not fully understand what I was seeing. Yet, I found myself captivated by the pair's intimacy. The stirrings within my body were not alien, but curious that they were felt at that moment.
...Knowing hands fondled a large bare breast. I could even see the excited flesh reacting in raised goosebumps. I knew that the nearly invisible tiny hairs must have been dancing to the sensual touches of those experienced hands.
...I couldn't explain why, but the hairs on my own arms seemed to react, mimicking the responses on that naked glistening flesh. Unrelenting the hands, surely those of an experienced masseuse, were spreading and rubbing some unknown substance over the smooth body.
...I flushed and tried to turn my eyes away. Surely the carnal spectacle was not intended for my naive senses. I could not avert my eyes, however. I had to keep watching. Something wonderful was happening. Anything that could make me feel tingly and excited that way, had to be seen and experienced.
...Droplets of perspiration were forming on my brow. My heart was racing. I could even hear it beating from within my chest. Odd, but there was even a queasiness within my stomach. How could such a moment of pleasure and wonder affect one in such a manner?
...Before my widened eyes the hands were no longer pleasuring the naked breast, but were inching their way down the glistening body. They were moving it seemed to ... down there!
..."Down there," the only words a youngster such as I was permitted to use to describe that nether place located at the apex of one's legs. Oh, I did know that "down there" was different on boys and girls. I also knew that down there was even more different on adults. I had often seen my mother and father when I was young. Later on, when I grew older, I noticed that they were less inclined to leave their "down theres" exposed.
...I gasped. First the fingers of the right hand gently traced a path along the rim of that secret place. It was moist and gleaming in the light. Curious, I thought, that there was no hair down there. Indeed it was smooth naked skin, slightly darker than that surrounding it.
...Suddenly, the legs were parted. I was stunned. I must have been seeing the forbidden fruit. Were all "down unders" like this one? I had imagined they were only a shallow cleft, not cave-like openings.
...There was no resistance from the flesh between the open legs as the fingers, one by one entered the moist orifice. When they reappeared, like the flesh they were exploring, they were glistening from some unseen fluids that must have been found deep inside.
...I had by that time formed many questions in my mind, but they were questions I could never ask. They were questions I didn't dare ask.
...I had turned my head to gather my breath, but when I turned back they were gone! I heard the door close beyond my line of sight. I could barely hear the muffled sounds of my mother and father coming from behind the closed bedroom door.

Later that afternoon the six of us, mom and dad, myself, my brother and two sisters, gathered at the dinner table. I was beaming from ear to ear. I had knowledge that my siblings couldn't even imagine. My father and mother didn't know I had been watching. I was thankful for that, especially on that day of all days.
...It was Thanksgiving. Everyone's eyes were upon the large platter as it arrived from the kitchen oven. I marveled how golden that naked skin had become tanned. The legs, still open revealed crisp cornbread stuffing that now filled that secret place ... down there.

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