With one foot precariously balanced on a rafter and the other hanging free in mid-air, Vasili held onto the structural beam above him. Bending over, his one eye pressed up against the narrow slit between two ceiling panels, peeping at the unbeknownst woman undressing in the room below. He tried to keep his accelerated breath soundless yet every heartbeat felt like a taiko drum being banged. Vasili reached down into his trousers and tightly clenched his engorged penis.
An unexpected gasp escaped him when the woman pulled her shoulders back and the black and white floral print blouse, slid off her shoulders. Her voluptuous breasts were cupped in a white wire-cup bra and heaved bulgingly against the lace-edged fabric. He aggressively tugged at his throbbing cock while watching her bend over to remove her matching knickers. A milky white bum reflected beautifully in the mirror and hinted at a dark bush between her thighs. His hand squeezed his stiff rod tightly, urgently stroking harder to draw out his budding orgasm.
The woman unclipped her bra, slid it off, and dropped it on the floor, turning around to view herself in the mirror. She turned her shoulders from side to side and then placed both hands under her breasts, lifting them while she inspected her raunchy reflection. She then slipped on the brightly coloured bikini, which she meticulously perused in the mirror again.
Vasili’s cock ached and he urgently stroked faster and faster while watching the woman remove the bikini. Naked once again, she turned her back to the mirror and peered over her shoulder at her butt, which she swung from side to side before reaching back and tugging at it. Lifting it and then letting it drop again. When she bent over, Vasili’s cock started shooting spurts of semen around the ceiling cavity as he glared at the glorious view of her bushy pussy. The fervent stroking elicited a loud groan during his climactic crescendo.
The woman looked up at the ceiling, instinctively covering her breasts and tilting her head to listen more carefully. Mid-climax, Vasili could not stop but knew his cover might be blown. As the last spurt of cum was pumped from his climaxing cock, his body slumped, causing his foot to slip off the rafter and slam through the suspended ceiling tiles. He tried to grab onto a structural beam with his free hand, but the cum-covered hand lost its grip immediately and he plummeted onto the floor. Roof debris scattered around the small cubicle while the woman screamed in fear.
Once he hit the ground, Vasili jumped to his feet, sheepishly covering his privates as he glanced at the screaming woman and dashed out the door. But as he ran out, he was stiff-armed across his chest by a burly security guard who had heard the commotion coming from the changing room. The large man dropped his knee on his chest and shouted at him to keep still. He knew he was fucked.
Vasili’s arrest for indecent exposure and attempted manslaughter was the cherry on top of a sleuth of voyeuristic escapades that had become more daring and dangerous over the past couple of years. The judge took his lawyer’s pleas to heart and sentenced him to rehabilitation counselling, plus a hundred hours of community service at the same mental health centre where he had to clean toilets, sweep floors, and assist the building manager with required handyman jobs.
Besides the shame he felt, Vasili’s group meetings introduced him to people who struggled with similar issues. He even gained an understanding of why he had these urges to peek at strangers and where it stemmed from. During a one-on-one session, the psychologist prodded far back into his childhood and he was able to recount a memory of his parents having sex while he hid in the cupboard. The doctor explained that this memory could have manifested in his voyeuristic behaviour and gave him some tools to cope whenever these urges came to the surface.
Months passed without incident. One could say it was due to a combination of his own will and the therapy he had been receiving. But one day, while mopping the passage outside the women’s toilets, he was taken aback by the sudden urge which came over him when he saw a pretty brunette enter the toilets. She looked in his direction before opening the door and smiled at him. Vasili stood frozen for a minute, his mind running riot with thoughts of her.
She wore a short, yellow summer dress which sat just above her knees and flat-soled sandals with exposed feet. There was a stirring in his crotch and he reached down to adjust his coiling cock. Touching it sent electric pulses through his body and he snapped his hand away quickly. He was still standing in the passage when she exited the toilet.
She looked at him again, but this time a little perplexed about the man still standing there. She turned and walked away without making any further eye contact. After taking a couple of steps, her handbag slipped off her shoulder and fell on the floor. She bent over to pick it up which caused the short dress to hike up her backside. Vasili nearly choked as he stared at her exposed butt and the white cotton brief covering her pussy. It seemed like it happened in slow motion and when she finally came back up, he could swear she glanced back at him with a smirk.
Highly aroused, Vasili placed the “Cleaner inside” sign on the door and entered the ladies' toilets, scanning the room to check that no one was still in there. He heard the middle cubicle cistern filling, walked into it, and locked the door behind him. Dropping onto his knees, he placed his face close to the toilet seat and inhaled deeply, searching for some remnants of the brunette’s odour. All he could smell was the unmistakable disinfectant aroma coming from the cistern water. He licked his finger and rubbed it along the sides of the seat and smelled at it again, reaching inside his trousers to clasp at the unravelling tension building up there.
Eyes closed, sniffing at his fingers, he squeezed and drew vigorously at his cock, imagining the brunette pulling down her underwear and pissing in front of him. On his knees, he was about to cum when he heard two women entering the toilets, abruptly jolting him back to reality. He quickly stood up and sat on the seat, trying to be as quiet as possible. The one woman called out to find out if anyone was in there, but he dared not say anything, instead lifting his feet off the ground and placing it on the seat too.
He listened to the women chatter as they both entered the cubicles on either side of his. The sounds of clothes being unzipped, pulled off and the ensuing gushes of urine hitting the toilet water drove him slightly crazy, and at one point, and he stood up on the toilet in an attempt to catch a glimpse of either one. He figured he would just lean over the dividing wall but stopped himself before doing so. He sat back down and waited for them to leave. He quickly exited the room, grabbed his sign from the door, and made his way back to the maintenance room.
When he arrived at his group meeting that evening, he felt agitated about being there. The incident from earlier that day had muddied his mind and he struggled with his thoughts. He sat staring at his feet for most of the time until the facilitator called his name, asking him if he wanted to say anything. He looked up, greeted everyone, and started relaying his account of what happened earlier that day. While he was sharing, his gaze caught a familiar sight. A yellow dress.
He started stuttering as he had lost his train of thought. He stopped, apologised and sat back down, and stared at his feet. He could feel her watching him, but could not muster the courage to look at her again. He sensed how his ears warmed suddenly, realising that he must be blood-red from blushing.
When the meeting finished, people normally milled around the canteen, drinking coffee or tea and chatting, but Vasili grabbed his jacket and made a bee-line for the door. Thinking he made it out safely, he was startled by the hand on his shoulder when he stepped out on the pavement.
“So, did you manage to get a whiff of me?”
He swung around to face the brunette in the yellow dress.
“Uhmm, fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t know who you were, or that you would be here and I’m sorry about what happened today,” he tried to apologise immediately, but she placed her finger on his lips to shut him up.
“I’m as fucked up as you are,” she replied, “that’s why I am here too. Do you want to grab a drink or something? These meetings are good for me but I prefer to sit down and chat to someone like you.”
Vasili was a little dumbstruck but was able to blurt out a “yes, sure” and they made their way across the street to a pub. Once inside, they both ordered draught beer at the bar and found a small table in the corner.
“Well, cheers!” she offered her glass up to his. They clinked and took a long sip of the cold beer. “I’m Danika, by the way.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Danika,” he replied, “I’m Vasili.”
They chatted casually about where they were from, what they were doing, etc. Danika told him about the small town in Latvia where she grew up and left when she was sixteen, making her way to Kiev to escape her impoverished childhood. Vasili was from Belarus and similarly, came to Kiev about ten years ago to find work and carve a career as a welder.
“So, I heard you talk about your voyeur affliction,” Danika suddenly remarked, “I have to tell you, your story turned me on tremendously,” she added surprisingly, which once again startled Vasili.
“Had I known, I would have loved to pee for you,” she continued, “and as you might have guessed, I’m an exhibitionist, which has landed me in lots of trouble already. I was arrested a couple of weeks ago for fingering myself on a bus! Oh God, it sounds terrible when I say it like that!” she laughed nervously.