Chapter 8: Watching Tapes

The summer ended and we closed up the pool. We had moved a TV and VCR into the pool house so the kids could watch movies with their friends during the winter months. As far as my voyeurism went, I had to be content with watching tapes that I had made during the summer. My favorite was of course the one of Gena, Rachel and myself.

In early November, one of the VCRs broke and I had to replace it. I waited until a weekend when Gena had taken the two kids to visit her parents for the day. I had never gotten along with her mother, so I normally stayed home just to keep the peace. I went to one of the local electronics stores and purchased a new VCR. Taking it home, I opened the hidden panel in the closet of my office and replaced the machines. After I pulled it out, I found two tapes that I had not seen before. I set these aside and began to install the new tape machine.

The wiring was somewhat complicated, but I figured it out and got everything working correctly. I inserted one of the new found tapes into the machine, and sat down to watch.

I soon found out why the tapes were hidden in the back of the equipment space. The first image to come on the screen was that of Cindy, a local television anchor. Cindy was in her late thirties, petite and dark haired. She was well known in the community, having been on a local station for about eight years.

She was married to a doctor, and was always in the middle of the social scene in our city. I had seen Cindy on tape once before, changing into a swimsuit in the pool house.

The tape started with Jane, our neighbor, and Cindy coming into the pool house. Both were in bathing suits, their hair wet from the pool. "I'm glad Carol let us use the pool while they're gone," Jane said. "I know," replied Cindy, "I hate having to go the 'Y' to swim." Cindy pulled a comb out of a duffel bag and began to run it through her hair. "The facilities are so much nicer too," she joked. Jane pulled a towel from her bag and began to dry herself. She pulled the shoulder straps of her black one-piece down, revealing her nicely shaped, apple size tits. She rubbed the towel over her upper body, drying it. The rough material of the towel caused her nipples the harden into thumb sized nubs, a dark red in color.

As Cindy continued to comb her shoulder length brunette hair, Jane peeled her bathing suit off of her hips. As she pushed the suit down her legs, her shaved pussy was revealed. "Oh My God, you shave your pussy," Cindy exclaimed. "I've always wondered what it was like." Don loves it," replied Jane, referring to her husband. "He says it makes him feel like he's fucking a thirteen year-old." Both of the women laughed. "Doesn't it itch though?" asked Cindy. "Not really," said Jane, "You have to rub lotion on it a lot when you first do it, but if you keep it shaved it never does really itch.

Cindy had begun to slip out of her suit. She was wearing a red, white and blue stripped tank suit. She pulled the straps off her shoulders, revealing a set of ample, grapefruit sized melons. Her nipples were huge! They must have been two inches across, the centers raised about a half inch. She stripped the suit off, showing me first a firm ass, then turning she showed a pussy covered by a thick mat of dark hair. "You look like you could use a shave," Jane remarked, looking at Cindy's thick muff. "I don't see how Howard can ever find anything in that." "He doesn't look very often," replied Cindy in a frustrated tone. "I still think he's fucking that receptionist he hired." "You mean that mousy little blonde with no tits?" asked Jane. "That's the one," Cindy replied, "I don't know what he sees in her." "Maybe you should show him something new," remarked Jane. "Like what?" asked Cindy. "I already act like a complete whore in bed with him."

"Why don't you try shaving. It sure turned Don's head back around when I thought he was fooling around." "I'll be glad to do it for you," said Jane. "I don't know," replied Cindy, "What would he think?" "Probably WOW!," said Jane. "Come on, it can't hurt." Jane took Cindy by the hand and led her over to the shower. She turned it on, tested the water, then told Cindy to get in. "I'll see if I can find a razor." She went over to the sink and looked in the cabinet underneath. She pulled out a package of disposable razors and a can of shaving cream. "Just what we need," she proclaimed, and headed back for the shower.

Cindy had lathered herself up, and was rinsing the soap away. Jane stopped at her duffel bag and pulled out a pair of scissors. She went over to the shower, waiting for Cindy to rinse off. She reached over and turned off the water, then knelt down in front of Cindy. She began by cutting away the majority of the hair with the scissors. She then squirted some of the shaving cream on her hand and began to spread it on Cindy's pubic area. Cindy had leaned back against the wall of the shower. When Jane began massaging the cream into her pubis, I could see her began to squirm a little bit. Jane pulled out one of the razors. "Don't move too much," she said, "I don't want to nick your pussy." Jane proceeded to expertly shave Cindy's pubic hair. I could see Jane's finger knock against the hood of Cindy's clit as she maneuvered around her cunt lips. In a couple of minutes, Jane reached up and turned the water on. She pulled down the detachable shower head and washed the remainder of the shaving cream from Cindy's cunt. As Jane turned off the shower, Cindy padded across the floor to look in the mirror.

"OH GOD!" she exclaimed, "I look like I'm twelve-years-old again." She reached down and rubbed her now bare pussy, running a finger through her slit and up to the top. As she paused, fondling herself, her bright pink clit popped out of its protective hood and swelled in size. Jane had walked up behind her and was looking at her reflection in the mirror. "You look incredibly sexy," Jane said, her voice sounding husky. "Let me get some lotion for you." She went over to her duffel bag and pulled out a bottle of lotion. Cindy followed her, her hand continuing to rub her smooth shaved skin. Jane squirted some lotion on her finger. "Sit down," she said, motioning toward the couch. Cindy sat down as Jane knelt before her. She pulled Cindy's legs apart and began to spread the lotion on her bare mound.

Jane massaged Cindy's genitals, rubbing the lotion into the skin. Her fingers were bumping Cindy's exposed clit, causing her to squirm with excitement. She soon abandoned all pretext of rubbing in lotion and began to run her finger up and down Cindy's slit. She gently slid a finger through her lips and into her vagina. Her thumb reached up and massaged her clit. Cindy had laid back on the couch and was moaning, her hips raising up to meet Jane's hand. Jane bent over and ran her tongue up Cindy's thigh, then lovingly placed a kiss on her exposed love button. Cindy's clit must have been three-quarters of an inch long and was bright pink. Jane flicked at the bud with her tongue, then took it in her lips and sucked hard. Cindy's hips arched up and she ground her pussy into Jane's mouth.

Jane reached up and began to massage Cindy's giant tits, pulling and tugging at the huge nipples. Cindy continued to buck and grind her cunt into Jane's mouth. She sucked in her breath and then exploded in a massive orgasm. Jane backed off and watched as she convulsed and shook as the spasms shook her body. I could see that her fresh shaved slit was soaked, her juices running down her thighs.