It all started when I was given a telescope for my fourteenth birthday, I had been doing a science project on astronomy and wanted to look at the planets. I'd borrowed my dad's binoculars but I hadn't been able to hold them steady enough to use them. My parents then bought me a small telescope fitted with a tripod and it had helped me with the project.

One of the problems with where we lived was that it was surrounded by street lights, so I soon found myself packing the scope onto the cross bar of my bike, strapping the tripod to my back and heading the couple of miles to a local hill, which put me away from and above the street lights. The view of both our town and the sky was very impressive and I spent many enjoyable evenings on the hill.

It was about July or early August, well into the school summer holiday, that a comet was making a close pass and I wanted to get a good look at it. The problem was that as it was the middle of summer it didn't go dark until late, so it took a lot of nagging of my mum for me to get permission to stay out late to see the comet. She eventually let me, probably just to shut me up, but I had got what I wanted.

On the Saturday I set off for the hill, telescope, notebook and a flask, mothers idea, loaded on the bike. I found a nice comfortable position, set up the telescope dropped a blanket on the ground and waited for it to go dark. It wasn't as boring as it sounds because I was able to check up on a couple of satellites as they went overhead. I noticed that a few cars were moving into an area at the bottom of the hill, I remembered seeing them before, but I hadn't given them much thought.

The comet was brilliant, really worth staying out to watch, I made lots of sketches and notes on the whole event. I wondered about getting a camera and fitting it to the telescope so that I could get proper pictures, another thing to check on in the future.

It was whilst I was preparing to put everything away that I saw another car arrive at the bottom of the hill, my curiosity got the better of me, so I swung the scope around and focused on what was happening below. I'm sure you know, but I was a young lad and hadn't given it much thought, the first couple I saw were snogging, he was leaning towards her and I could just make out that her blouse was undone. I swung round to the next car, I couldn't see anything, it was too dark.

The third car was very revealing, the driver was reclined in his seat, a girls head was bobbing up and down in his lap, I'd never had, or seen, a blowjob before, but I'd read about them and I was now watching one. My own prick was hard, and, taking it out of my trousers I started to wank in time with the girls movements, I quickly speeded up, moving faster than the girl, my eye glued to the scope. Even with his head start I came well before he did, spraying my spunk into the grass beside me. Having shot my load I continued to watch and, after he'd come I was rewarded with the sight of the girls tits as she sat back in her seat.

The bloke then lent over and started to kiss her and grope her tits. I watched as his hand went down her body, he obviously started to play with her cunt, but I couldn't see that far down, I watched until she'd been given her orgasm, then they straightened their clothes and drove away. I looked around, most of the cars had left by then, I glanced at my watch and realised I was in trouble, I was late. I packed up and dashed home, I ignored the fact that I was late, telling mom and dad all about the comet, showing them my drawings and probably boring them silly, but they didn't comment on the time.

I went up the hill the following afternoon and had a look around, I knew where the cars parked so I was looking for a place, not to close, where I could set up my telescope easily and not be seen. I didn't think that I would be to popular if the people saw me watching them, and they were all a lot bigger than me. I eventually found a place between two bushes half way down, or up, the hill depending on your point of view, I checked to make sure that I could get in and out of this spot without being seen. After all this careful reconnaissance I headed home, happy with the plans I'd laid.

When I went out that night I was very disappointed, it was a Sunday and people, it would appear, didn't go out to play then. The only car that came into the area was a police car, it drove in, did one circuit and then drove off again. I ended up watching the comet again, and as good as it was it was still a let down. I'd have to watch and see when people went out.

A couple of days later I had another moment of inspiration, from my bedroom I could see into our neighbours back gardens, the woman next door, who was old enough to be my mother, was sunbathing there so I set up the telescope and had a look. I failed again, she was too close, it wouldn't focus on her, so I started to scan around at the various houses that I could see, checking which ones I could get a good view of.

Then it was time to compile a list of who lived in these houses and, all things considered, were they worth looking at. There was Gillian, a sexy looking girl of about eighteen who lived off to one side and Margaret, a divorced woman who I baby-sat for once a month.

Over the next couple of nights I spent a great deal of time in my bedroom, writing up my notes ... in reality staring at various bedrooms, waiting for lights to come on. The eighteen year old wasn't very helpful, yes she was very pretty, but invariably, whenever she went into her room she shut the curtains and unfortunately I couldn't see through material, Margaret, however was much more helpful.

Margaret, as I've said, was divorced, her former husband, a coloured chap had been in the army and apparently, whilst on an exchange trip in America, had gone off with some woman and not bothered coming back. She had two children, a little girl who was five and a son a year younger, these were the kids I looked after for her when she went out. When Margaret was in her room she didn't bother with the curtains so I was able to see her getting changed a couple of times. I didn't see much, just her walking around in her underwear, but to a young lad like me that was excellent wanking material.

In addition to this I found that Friday and Saturday's were the best days for watching the cars from the hill, it was on one of these days that I saw my first fuck. I'd set up as usual and quite early on a red Ford Granada had pulled up, the bloke looked quite old but the girl was cute, a slim girl, blond and quite short. They were quickly snogging away his hands going all over her body, I watched as he undid her short denim dress, her tits appearing as if by magic, totally free as she wasn't wearing a bra. His head dipped as he began to suck on her nipples, she was obviously enjoying this, and so was I. He'd been at this for a couple of minutes before his head went down into her lap, she stuck one of her legs up on the dashboard of the car and wiggled around to help him get in.

I was wanking furiously at this time, this was the best show I'd seen so far, after a few minutes of this, and my first orgasm, the bloke came up for air, the girl pushed him back onto his seat and clambered over the centre console and onto his lap. She was kissing him on the lips whilst rubbing her exposed tits on his chest, there was a pause in her movements, then she raised her body and I got a quick view of a very stiff prick, before she lowered herself on to it. She rested her head on his shoulder and started to bounce her body up and down on his dick, my prick had stayed hard and I was wanking as fast as I could, after a couple of minutes of this action he grabbed her bum and squeezed hard, nearly pushing her head into the roof as he filled her with his spunk. My dick was that sore that I had to stop wanking, compared with this scene the rest of the evening was very quiet.

I had to be careful for the next week, I'd abused my dick to much, there was a reddening around the head were I'd wanked too hard, or too fast, whichever I didn't wank for the next week, I didn't even go up the hill on the Friday. That Saturday evening I was sat in my bedroom staring out of the window when I caught a movement in Margaret's bedroom, like a moth to a candle I had to look. I positioned the telescope so that I could see and watched as she took a couple of dresses out of her wardrobe, she then stripped down to her underwear before trying each of them on. The blue dress was short and soft, a bit like a sexy night dress, when she had it on you could clearly see her bra straps and I held my breath as she undid and then removed her bra, after she had looked at herself in the mirror she peeled the dress off, revealing her boobs to me. She didn't have very big tits, but they were nicely shaped and had very big nipples, I was stiff just watching her, I even had a quick stroke before she left her room, I waited for her to re-appear but she didn't, so I went to bed.

The following week was very quiet, it rained on the Friday so I had another week off, Margaret was noticeable by her absence whenever I was watching. I tried to obtain a view of other women but doing so was always fraught with risks, I had to set the telescope up in a different room in the house and then make sure that I wasn't caught by mom or dad. In the end I gave up trying. When school started again it put paid to my nocturnal wanderings so I had to be satisfied with the occasional glimpse of Margaret from my bedroom window, even my astronomy suffered.

Eventually we neared Christmas, the events of note over this period were my fifteenth birthday, some said they were surprised I'd lasted this long, but I put that down to jealousy, they being so 'old'. I was given a camera for my birthday, a nice Praktica 35mm SLR, not the most modern of camera's but a very good one for a beginner. I also got an adapter for the telescope to take the camera so now I could take pictures of stars, planets, comets and women. Apart from these new toys Christmas was perfectly normal, lots of chocolate, food and a little bit of lager, probably more than mom knew about but not enough to get totally wrecked.

For the New Year I'd been volunteered as a baby-sitter for Margaret, I didn't mind as my parents were going to my aunt's for a party, and whilst they used to be fun I found that I was still treated as a child and not a grown up, then again I probably acted like a child so you can't really blame them.

I arrived at Margaret's at seven o'clock ready to do battle with the kids, we always had a laugh and they weren't any trouble but we had to go through the motions, and of course we did. Margaret was upstairs getting ready so she yelled down for me to make myself a drink and she'd be down in a minute. I went into the kitchen and made myself a coffee, I'd just added the milk when Margaret arrived, she looked wonderful, she was wearing the same blue dress that I'd seen her in when I first saw her tits. I gave a wolf whistle and told how beautiful and sexy she was. She laughed back at me saying she was to old to be sexy, so I did my best to be gallant and said things like 'how can you be to old at twenty' and 'You look sexy from here', I'm sure I was bright red as I said these things, I definitely felt hot, and not just around the face.

She left us just after half past and after playing several games I had the kids in bed by nine, after reading them a bedtime story, which involved lots of animal impressions I turned the lights off and went back down stairs. Margaret had left me a few cans of lager and some sweets and a piece of Christmas cake so I proceeded to stuff my face and watch the film on TV.

It was a boring evening really, the film was dull and there was nothing else on, I hadn't bothered to bring a book to read so I really couldn't blame anybody else. I drank the cans, fortunately they were only small one's and wondered what Margaret was up to and what time she'd be back.

I was surprised, about twenty to midnight, when a taxi pulled up outside, Margaret got out, paid the driver and approached. I opened the door for her, she was crying, not much but her makeup around her eyes had run a bit, leaving small black lines running from the corner of her eyes down over her cheeks. I stepped back and let her past, she went through to the living room and dropped on the settee, I followed her through and wondered what to do next, in the end I asked her if she wanted a drink? She said yes, and told me to open a bottle of wine from the fridge, not the sparkling wine.

I went into the kitchen, got the first bottle I came to that didn't say sparkling on it, a German wine, not that I knew much about wine, and after searching through the cutlery draw for a corkscrew, managed to get it open. I poured a glass, fished out the little bit of cork floating in it, and took it through to her. She looked at it and said, 'its rude to make a lady drink alone, pour yourself a drink'. Always a good boy, and not knowing what else to do I went and got myself a glass.