Peeping Thomasina

I know I did say I'd get this one up for Halloween, but shit happened. Enjoy.

Peeping Thomasina

A Novella by jokermon

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction, presented for the entertainment of adults only. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that's not your bag, don't read it. If it's unlawful for you to read this type of material where you reside, don't read it. This story is copyright the author©2009

Josephine Thomas entered her apartment practically jumping with excitement. She dropped her groceries on the kitchen counter and ran to the bedroom, where her telescope waited on its tall, three-legged perch.

She had just dashed up four flights of stairs from the underground parking garage.  She had been fumbling groceries out of her Corolla’s trunk when she saw Marguerite, the buttoned-down thirtysomething from across the way stepping into the elevator.  Marguerite was carrying a plastic bag from the local video store. The sight galvanized Josie; the bag could only mean one thing. Fifty-three seconds later, she was at her telescope.

Josie wedged two of her closed blinds apart with the business end of the ‘scope, and then craned her swan-like neck to use the eyepiece. In a second, she was zooming in on Marguerite’s apartment. Without realizing she was doing it, Josie gave her lips a slow, lascivious lick.

Her blinking blue eyes were comically magnified by her big, square-framed glasses. Her irises filled the lenses. With her pulled-back blonde hair and large nose, she looked somewhat like a female, twentyish version of Ichabod Crane. Like Ichabod, she was slender on top–she could barely fill the 34B-cup bras she insisted on buying–but her incongruous belly-dancer’s hips and large, powerful legs saved her from spindly awkwardness. She thanked God daily for maintaining her interest in competitive swimming through university.

Josie and Marguerite lived in an old-fashioned two-story U-shaped apartment building. A large lawn with a swimming pool surrounded by hedges lay between the two wings, and Marguerite’s apartment sat directly across from Josie’s. And Marguerite never closed her living-room curtains.

Josephine could see her now, seated on her couch, already watching television. The excitable hairs on the nape of Josie’s neck stood up. Marguerite’s television sat angled away from the window, so Josie couldn’t see the screen, but she could, however, see the DVD case lying on top of it. She zoomed in. It was open and empty, with the top flipped up, and Josie’s telescope was powerful enough for her to make out the cover.

Oh yes. It was a porno, all right. A slim, large-breasted redheaded girl stood smiling proudly in a tiny pink bikini, surrounded by muscular grinning men in swimsuits. The title of thi