“My curiosity was really aroused one afternoon when, coming out of my
room, I heard Mrs. Henderson telling a man at the front door there was
not a vacancy. Apparently the man had seen the For Rent sign in the
front window and had stopped to inquire. I knew positively that one
room was vacant, as it was next to my own and I could see through the
open door that it was not occupied.
“Furthermore, there was something odd about Mrs. Henderson herself.
About fifty, she was a rather heavy-set woman with bulging breasts, who
always seemed to be leering when she talked to you. I always got the
impression she was undressing me with her eyes.
“I decided I would put my psychology courses to work. But I didn't
know exactly how. One day when I was talking to Mrs. Henderson she
mentioned that my boy friend had worn a nice-looking corduroy sports
coat the previous evening. This astonished me, because Harold had had
his overcoat on and had not removed it until he had entered my room and
shut the door; he had also worn his overcoat when he left. How did Mrs.
Henderson know about Harold's coat?
“I checked every inch of my room but could not find a single opening
through which Mrs. Henderson could have peeked. I even stood on a chair
and checked the ceiling, but not as much as a pinhole!
“I decided to find out. I knew that Mrs. Henderson drank, so one
evening I bought a bottle of brandy and offered to share it with her.
This pleased Mrs. Henderson immensely and she invited me to her room. I
could also tell she was pleased with the almost transparent negligee I
was wearing. For a while we drank and talked about nothing in
particular, and then I mentioned the good looking brunette who had
moved into the room next to mine, only a week or so before.
“'She's very sexy and attractive,' I commented, 'and I'll bet her boy
friend enjoys her fine breasts and other assets. You know, he's in her
room right now.' I could see that Mrs. Henderson was very interested,
and I continued, saying, “You know, I suppose I shouldn't say this, but
I think it would be very exciting to see her and her boy friend make
“Mrs. Henderson was now very excited, not only from what I was
saying, but no doubt from the way I was dressed, from the way my
air-thin robe revealed my breasts and pubic region. Her leering at me
made me feel very uncomfortable.
“'Denise, I'll show you something!' Mrs. Henderson began, breathing
heavily, 'but you've got to promise never to tell a living soul. Come
over here, honey.' She turned off all the lights except a small lamp,
and, grasping me by the hand, led me to one of the four large pictures
which hung on the walls of her centrally located room, which surrounded
all of the tenants' rooms, including my own.
“Mrs. Henderson swung back the large picture which was fastened to
the wall on concealed hinges. And there it was! A complete view of the
brunette's room! We could see everything she and her lover were doing,
through the back of a two-way mirror, the front of which was built into
the wall of the brunette's room and served as her dresser mirror. Right
then I realized that Mrs. H. was a voyeur, that each of the pictures in
her room backed similar mirrors in the other rooms, including my own. I
certainly was thankful that Harold and I had never made love in my
room. Not that I'm frigid or a prude about premarital intercourse. It's
simply that we were always too busy studying, especially calculus, my
“Naturally I could not believe my eyes and was fascinated by what the
brunette and her lover were doing. Both were stark naked and satisfying
each other by a mutual cunnilingus and fellatio in the French position,
he leaning over her and occupying the top position. I then noticed that
Mrs. Henderson, grinning, was stripping herself! Frozen to the spot,
realizing that here I was, wearing only a thin robe and trapped with a
kook, I didn't know what to do. I hesitated — I suppose because I was
really intrigued with Ellen and her lover. He was a big guy, and his
penis was really huge, and as straight and hard as a poker! There was
something very entrancing and rapturous about standing there and
secretly watching them, watching their every intimate kiss and move,
knowing that I could see them, and at the same time realizing they
could not see me, or even suspect that Mrs. Henderson and I were