Granted, it was the middle of the afternoon, but I was still irritated at being awakened from my much needed sleep by a loud racket from the neighbors’ yard. I had dragged in pretty late the night before (technically, it had actually just been earlier that same day) and I wasn’t quite ready to abandon my bed or my near-comatose state. I didn’t remember my parents telling me that the new neighbors had little kids, but it sounded like a whole herd of them making a ruckus in their swimming pool.

I decided to get up just long enough to close the window, planning to crawl right back into bed, but as I opened the curtains, I stopped dead in my tracks.

The racket was coming, not from a group of little kids, but from a group of girls my own age, all Indian and all wearing swimsuits. Other than being all girls and all Indian, there was quite a variety of visual stimuli for me to absorb. I counted seven of them, all of varying heights and weights, hairstyles and swimsuit styles and breast sizes. I adjusted the curtains and the blinds so I could watch them without being detected and settled in to let my eyes wander over each of them. There was a girl with an awesome figure, large breasts and long hair wearing a white string bikini who made my cock twitch. Another girl with a similar figure sported a red, white and blue bikini while a skinnier girl with large breasts for her thin frame wore a maroon bikini. There was one girl who was a little bit heavier wearing a one-piece and another who was rail thin also wearing a one-piece with the legs cut very high, making her long legs look endless. The last two both sported similar, more athletic-looking bikinis and nice figures with average-sized breasts. Most of the girls had long, black hair, but one wore her hair very short and a couple wore it only shoulder-length.

I absorbed all of this information as they ran around, jumping into the pool and climbing back out and suddenly the ruckus didn’t seem to bother me as much. I tore my eyes away only long enough to make sure my bedroom door was locked and to grab a small pair of binoculars. Even though they weren’t that far away to begin with, the binoculars were definitely useful. I could now see just how pretty each of them was, how hard their nipples were and was even beginning to speculate on whether any of them was completely shaved down below. When they finally decided they’d had enough swimming and laid out their towels on the grass, I was afraid I might pass out. They lined up side-by-side, some on their stomachs and some on their backs, as I focused in on their various body parts. My cock was throbbing and, since I’d been sleeping in the buff, I went ahead and started stroking it. I held the binoculars in one hand as my eyes roamed over asses and tits drying in the sun while my other hand slid up and down my rigid shaft.

I tried to pace myself to get as much enjoyment as I could out of the seven of them lying there, but certain little things started pushing me further along. Wanting as much of their bodies tanned as possible, some of them were pulling the backs of their swimsuits right up between their ass cheeks and some were pulling their tops down to just above their nipples. I could swear that, through the binoculars, I even glimpsed some dark brown aureole a couple of times. What finally sent me over the edge was when the one in the white bikini rolled onto her stomach and reached back to untie her top. Apparently feeling secure in the backyard, she didn’t try to cover herself and I got a nice glimpse of her big tits dangling below her before she lay down again. That did it and I was soon shooting my load.

Even once I was spent, I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. My softening cock hanging between my legs, refusing to go completely limp, I continued to watch as they flipped repeatedly from front to back and back to front. I’m not even sure how much time went by before they apparently decided they’d had enough sun and gathered up their things to go inside. I imagined that they were probably all going to strip out of their swimsuits, revealing their tanlines, and take turns in the shower. Had it been nighttime, I would have slipped into their yard in quest of a window through which to view this. Instead, I threw on a pair of shorts and headed for the shower myself. Envisioning seven naked Indian women with tanlines highlighting the best parts of their anatomy had me rock hard again before I was done showering, so I lathered up my cock and began to stroke it again. I thought about each one of them in turn, visualizing their breasts and trying to decide whether they were shaved, well-groomed or hairy. Despite having cum not that long ago, it didn’t take long before I was spewing once again.

As I dried off and got dressed, I was starting to wonder about which, if any, of those young ladies actually lived next door. Any one of them would be worth voyeuring, so I resolved that if I couldn’t see all of them naked and showering, I would focus on seeing whoever actually lived in the house. I went about the rest of my day, checking out the windows on the north side of the house more often than usual. Only by their noisy nature did I catch them heading out later that day, all of them dressed to kill. I watched until each short miniskirt, each pair of low-rise jeans and each low-cut or skin-tight top was heading down the street in one of two vehicles. I guessed that they were probably heading out for dinner followed by some of the happening nightspots around town. Being fully aware of what time the bars closed down, I intended to be home in time to catch their return and, perhaps, find a window to look in upon them as they prepared to retire for the night.

Figuring I was early and had some time, I headed into the kitchen when I arrived home later that night and poured myself a glass of water. Looking out the window as I drank it, I almost did a spit take, realizing that the young ladies next door were all lounging around the pool, still wearing their party-girl clothes. I quickly slipped downstairs and out the side door, moving quietly along the fence until I found a good sized knothole to peek through. The only light was coming from under the surface of the pool, but they were close enough to the pool that I could see them all pretty well. Some of them were sitting in the patio chairs while some sat on the edge of the pool dangling their feet in the water. I was close enough that I could clearly hear their conversation, but was relatively sure that it would be tough for them to see my eyeball through the knothole as I peeped at them.