day without anyone else being aware of your 〃hobby〃 so this section will； hopefully； be irrelevant。
It is intended that the Peepers Guide will be constantly improved and expanded to cover all aspects of peeping in the UK … although many of the sections are relevant to most countries。
Author： Anonymous
Open fly story in Massachusetts： （Added 9/08/98）
Hello！I must confess to being a voyeur for about 20 years or so （I'm 34 now）； with my particular fetish being visible panties down the back of the pants and VPL； though I also indulge in upskirt as well。 It started back in middle school with a particularly attractive brunette haired classmate who frequently and obliviously showed the waistband of her nylon panties above her corduroy pants or jeans。 Over the years my quest for good looks has evolved to where now my preferred subjects are Asian； and it is the vivid memory of one particular Asian that I wish to share as my inaugural submission。
One late winter afternoon； a mild day around 40F/4C； I made my way into the Harvard Square subway station in Cambridge heading towards Boston。 My attention was drawn towards a young woman； either Vietnamese or Cambodian I'm not sure； who wasn't a knockout but looked OK enough。 She was wearing a long； brown overcoat over a white sweater and short white button…down shirt and slightly loose fitting dark blue denim jeans。 She wore her overcoat open since again it wasn't too cold out； but she was pacing the platform until the train arrived with her hands jammed into her front pants pockets and not the pockets on her overcoat； which seemed a bit odd to me。
When we boarded the train finally I sat down next to her。 Imagine my surprise； then； to find the front zipper on her jeans gaping wide open to reveal the front of her light blue cotton bikini panties from just above her crotch to the lacy detailing on her front waistband and the part of her midriff just above it to the front tail of her button…down shirt。 I sat transfixed for about five minutes or so as I beheld this incredible sight。 I'm sure the other passengers around us were also aware of this but if they were they didn't let on。
Finally I felt compelled to motion wordlessly to her about her carelessness and with me holding a leather binder I'd been carrying in front of her lap she silently re…zipped her fly。 I kept tabs on her discreetly as the train made its way through Boston before she finally got off in Quincy； with me close on her heels。 As I followed her away from the station into a residential neighborhood where I presumed she lived I fully learned how her zipper came open in the first place。 She once again jammed her hands into her front jeans pockets to try to keep them warm as we walked along the slushy sidewalks； unaware of the fact that the force created by that action had popped her fly wide open again！
I kept up； walking ahead of her now and again to catch another glimpse of her panties through her open zipper； until I was so thoroughly stimulated that it was affecting my pace and causing me to walk wobbly； to say nothing about the ejaculation I experienced。 Afraid that that sensation would be noticeable I reluctantly dropped off the pursuit just shy of her street and made my way back to the train； pausing in a public restroom along the way to take care of my 〃spill〃。
To this day that remains one of my most exciting voyeuristic memory。 I hope to share more with you in the future。
Respectfully；
Kevin
Mountain Trip： （Added 9/14/98）
When I was 14 my parents； my sister and a girlfriend of my sister went for a weekend in a cabin in the Norwegian mountains。 The cabin was small and really had only one bedroom。 There was a sleeping ”compartment” above the kitchen which was open down to the living room。
After a long walk in the mountain during Saturday we arrived back at the cabin and after an hour or so we had a good dinner。 After that we played cards and really had a relaxing good time。 My sisters friend； Jenny； was a very nice girl。 Not so pretty looking； but very kind and generous。 She had a very nice body； and me being only 15 kept looking at her when she didn’t see it。 Sometimes she would catch my eyes； and when she smiled I would blush。
It had been a long day； and we went quite early to bed。 My parents occupied the sleeping room and my sister； Jenny and myself would share the little room above the kitchen。 They probably considered me harmless and in reality I was。 I went up the ladder first； placing myself by the wall。 Then came my sister and then Jenny。 We all slept in sleeping bags。
After maybe 15…20 minutes of talking； I fell asleep。
I woke very early and in the dim light coming from the living room I now saw Jenny lying next to me。 My sister had probably been to the bathroom during the night； and Jenny had moved in one place when she returned。
Jenny's sleeping bag was open almost down to her hips。 She was on her back and her right arm lied on the floor beside me with the palm facing up。 I had an instant erection and very slowly I pulled my underpants down inside my sleeping bag。 I turned around and now I lied on the side；
facing Jenny。 Without too much noise I managed to open my sleeping bag and move my body so that my cock was right over her hand。 Don’t ask where I got the nerve； I honestly don’t know！ Thoughts of what might happen if she woke up and screamed flashed through my mind； but I decided that I was doing this in my sleep。
My heart was pounding away like crazy when I lowered my hips so that my cock touched her hand。 All the time I looked at her face to see if she still was sleeping。 My sister was surely sleeping。 She snored！ I almost came when my cock touched Jenny's hand。 It was so exciting！ After a while I managed to get my cock between her thumb and index finger and slowly I started to move back and forth。 I couldn’t move much； but the excitement was almost unbearable。 Then suddenly she closed her hand around my cock！ I froze instantly。Was she awake？ Would she scream？ But no。 She kept a firm grip of my stone…hard cock； and with only a few more movements I came。 A huge load of young semen spurted out of me and hit her arm and her sleeping bag。 Then she opened her eyes！ She had been awake all the time！ She withdrew her arm and put one finger over her lips； telling me to be silent。 Then she slowly opened her sleeping bag so that I could see her panties。 She pulled them down； revealing her bush and then she started rubbing herself。 I was hard as a rock in seconds again。 She noticed this and grabbed it with her right hand and started stroking me。
I couldn’t believe what was happening。 She was very quite and made almost no movements； except stroking my cock and rubbing herself。 Within less then a couple of minutes I came again； this time maybe even better。 The load was not so big； but the feeling was very intense。 Then she came too。 She let go of my cock and hold the hand over her mouth； in order not to make any noises I guess。 After a long while she laid still； trying not to breath to heavy。 I offered her my t…shirt to clean up with and after she had used it I put down in my sleeping bag。 Not a word was said； but she got up； climbed over my sister and went to the bathroom。 I was almost asleep when she got back and now my sister was besides me again。
Nothing more happened； really。 It was kind of awkward in the morning； but she never mentioned what had happened and to me it’s one of my best memories。 It might be this experience that really made me interested in female masturbation。
Goodguy
Stories of a Dressing Room Peeper！： （Added 9/18/98）
I was already a dedicated voyeur by my early teens。 I was always thinking of ways to peep into women's dressing rooms without getting caught。 I finally found the perfect method！ While shopping for school clothes； I was trying them on in the men's fitting rooms and； began to examine the stall。 I noted that there was a space of about 14〃。
So； a couple of weeks later； I had my mother drive me to the mall。 I went into the same clothing store； and went to the men's section and took a couple pairs of pants。 I then went to the women's fitting rooms（which were not marked） and went into a stall that was unoccupied。 I then closed the door and laid down on the ground。 If anyone saw me in the wrong dressing room （the customers usually didn't care） I would pretend I didn't know which one I was supposed to be in。
Anyways； I slid this small phone card slightly under the wall。 Laying on the floor； I could look into the reflection of the phone card （which I always used since it was less suspicious than a mirror）； I could see entirely into the next dressing room that this lady had just entered。 She took her shirt off and I was staring at black bra。 She then tried on a few shirts and then took her pants off so I could see her pink panties。 After she left I did too and put the clothes I was pretending to try on back。 I had to leave and went to find my mother。 I would go back to the mall every week or so and do the same thing。 The next week I watched this hot girl about 18 try on prom dresses for about 30 minutes。 Being new to this； I had trouble angling the phone card； and I only got to see her white lace bra once。 However； I got to see