[Author's Note: This story is mostly voyeuristic. There will be lots of spying, perving, teasing, masturbation, etc., with some exhibitionism and heavy petting/touching, but no full-on sex. It is a voyeuristic fantasy inspired by a friend's mom I knew in real life. Rochelle can also be found in my adult interactive fiction games "Encounter 1: Tim's Mom" and "Pool Party".]

Cottage layout: http://img280.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=41882_cottage_122_54lo.jpg

We arrived at the cottage. It was about two-and-a-half hours from town, but the trip went very quickly as Tim and I were busy reading our Dragonlance books. Tim had introduced them to me and I was currently reading the first one "Dragons of Autumn Twilight" while he was on the second, "Dragons of Winter Night". We stopped once for a bathroom break, but neither Tim nor I got out of the car.

Tim had told me about the cottage, but when we got there it was quite a bit different from what I had imagined. It was bigger for sure, but it also had a more rustic look than I was expecting. Inside was done up very nicely, and even though from outside it looked a little weathered, inside everything was clean and cozy. Tim gave me a quick pointed tour ("bathroom" - point, "deck" point", "Diane's room" - point, etc.) before showing me his room. His room had two single beds in it (as did Diane's). The room was pretty small, and had a window overlooking the back of the cottage. Through the window you could just make out the end of the deck where the barbeque stood. Beyond that you could see the dock and the glint of the water.

We threw our bags on our beds and went back out into the main room of the cabin which was a kitchen/dining room. Just off that was a small room with a TV, loveseat and chair. Rochelle's room was beside Diane's. Rochelle's had a window that looked out the side of the cottage, while Diane's window looked out the front.

I realized I really had to pee quite badly, not having gone on the trip. I went into the small bathroom and closed the door. The door had a simple eye and hook lock. The bathroom had a cramped stand-up shower, a toilet and a sink. A small window was above the toilet with slightly dusty white vertical blinds over it. I pulled the blinds apart a little to see a slightly frosted window. I pulled the window open to let in some of the fresh air and was able to see the opposite end of the deck to my left (where there were some lawn chairs and a picnic table set up) through the old window screen, and had a much better view of the dock and swimming area. I could see the water easily from here; it was probably only thirty feet away. From the window I watched Diane and her friend Jenny; their shoes were off and they were walking in the water.

Tim's sister Diane was a pain in the ass. 12-years old and always bugging us whenever we were trying to do anything like play boardgames or watch TV. She had short dark hair and was basically built like a toothpick. Her friend Jenny was no better. She was always giggling when Diane would interrupt our gaming sessions or conversations. Jenny was a little pudgy with curly blond hair.

My dirty mind instantly began to think that this would be a great spot to jerk off while watching Rochelle swimming or hanging out in the yard. I was really looking forward to seeing Rochelle in shorts and cleavage-revealing shirts and her bathing suit. I had seen her in a bathing suit a few times before as Tim has a nice in-ground pool, but I never had the chance to really get a good look as there were always people around. With this bathroom, and possibly Tim's bedroom too, I was beginning to imagine some great possibilities to spy on her. I didn't have much luck with girls, never doing more than kissing and never having a steady girlfriend. I wasn't ugly, but was pretty average looking and played D&D rather than sports. I played baseball and soccer when I was younger, but now I only did sports in gym class.

I stepped out of the bathroom and saw Rochelle carrying some of the bags of food into the cottage. I immediately went to help her and she thanked me, smiling at me in a way that made my throat go dry and my cock twitch.

Rochelle was about 39 or 40 years old give or take a year or two. I didn't really know and had never asked Tim. I pretty much kept quiet to Tim about how attracted I was to his mom. Tim was my best friend and I obviously loved visiting his house to play D&D or hang out or whatever, but my secondary motive was to see Rochelle. I especially loved visiting in the summer and stayed overnight at his house whenever I could during summer vacation. Rochelle was fond of wearing fairly skimpy outfits; nothing risque, just very form-fitting or lightly revealing. My favorite outfit of hers was a pink shorts and strapless-halter-top ensemble. The shorts weren't especially tight, but they still showed off her curves, and the halter-top was always worn so low that it pressed her huge titties downward, showing off lots of cleavage and tight enough that many times I could see the outline of her nipples poking through the slightly fuzzy material. I imagined her tits being amazing, though possibly slightly droopy, but that could also just be the way that particular top made them look. I fantasized about those tits a lot and jerked off thinking about them a million times. Rochelle had shoulder-length dark hair with very slight hints of grey throughout. Her skin was always slightly tanned. She just had a way of making me go senseless.

Tim and I finished helping Rochelle with the food and other luggage, and were now sweating quite profusely. The sun was hidden most of the trip up, though it was quite humid even in the morning. It was late morning now and the sun had emerged making it feel even hotter out.

"Why don't you two go swimming while I start putting something together for lunch?" Rochelle asked.

She didn't need to ask twice. We went into Tim's room and got dressed into our bathing suits. On the way outside we grabbed towels from the pile that was on the kitchen table.

Diane and Jenny were just coming inside as we came out. Tim and I tested the water and found it to be cool but very refreshing. We slowly waded in and were soon swimming around. The bottom was mostly sandy which was very nice.

Diane and Jenny came back out in their bathing suits and also came into the water to swim. They came right over to us and started giggling and talking about the stupid things that 12-year old girls talk about. God, were they always going to hang out near us and bug us?