The Voyeur's Motel Page 10

  He made no reply.

  She went on to say: “When men kiss and love their wives, they are supposed to get hard, and you don’t anymore. I think you’re just getting old and don’t need sex anymore. And I don’t either. So, don’t worry about it.”

  She decided to take a bath, and closed the door behind her. The husband returned to his bed without any expression on his face, but tears began falling down his cheeks. He wiped off the tears, pulled back the covers, and the Voyeur watched as he placed one hand on the head of his penis, and the other on his testicles, and then stroked his penile shaft very quickly. After two or three minutes using this technique, he obtained a large erection, and using a proper degree of pressure and stroking speed, he had an orgasm. The ejaculation was not copious in semen content, so it appeared that he masturbated frequently.

  During masturbation, he continued to carefully monitor the bathroom door, I assume to ascertain that his wife wouldn’t come out unexpectedly. He wiped the semen on the under portion of the spread, and pulled the covers up.

  His wife returned from taking her bath, and silently entered her bed. He retained his silent poker-faced attitude, and then turned off the TV, and then the light, and soon the couple had retired for the evening.

  Conclusion: After observing many different forms of impotency, the Voyeur is convinced that this is one of the least discussed and most closeted subject in the sexual realm. This man is not ­impotent—he may just have a fear of performance, and if his wife were more educated sexually, she probably could cure his “impotency” immediately by giving him oral sex or using her hand on his penis.

  She probably comes from a background that frowns on any type of sexual foreplay. The couple will probably remain forever entrenched in this confusion and ignorance.

  At a later date, another couple registered to stay in Room 7 with its separate beds—but, unlike the sad husband from Joplin and his dreary wife—these more recent entrants into the Manor House Motel immediately enhanced the premises with their attractive appearance, their general congeniality, and their obvious display of mutual affection—which delighted the Voyeur as he signed them in (for a total of six weeks!), and therefore looked forward to seeing an abundance of lusty images of marital bliss, and the opportunity to add some flaming pages to his too-often tepid journal.

  The dark-haired slender husband was an Air Force officer attending a six-week long summer training session at the Lowry Air Force Base in Denver, and his wife, a grammar school teacher in Mississippi, was spending her vacation weeks with him here, although (as I soon discovered) she was left alone in Room 7 most of the day.

  She was a well-proportioned brunette in her late 20s who was very lively and friendly; and one day, noticing a sign in our office seeking to hire a maid, she volunteered for the job.

  “I’m used to working,” she explained, “and I’m bored here with nothing to do.”

  So I hired her as a temporary worker, and she was excellent. She was efficient, cheerful, and never complained. Since she was often around the office, I had many opportunities to talk to her about her upbringing and background. She was born in a rural community in Mississippi and her folks were tobacco farmers. In her cute Southern accent she described a girlhood of much poverty, but she worked her way through college and became a teacher. She met her husband in college, they married early, and he immediately pursued a military career. She professed to being happily married. She did not have children.

  As I observed them at night, I could confirm that they seemed to be happy. He was always polite and considerate, and she was as cheerful with him in the room as she was around the motel doing her chores. But what completely confused me was the couple’s inactive sexual life. During the first three weeks they were in Room 7, I never saw them have sex. And yet they were nothing like the other sexually remote married couples I’ve watched, arguing and disagreeing so much of the time. No, the Mississippi couple seemed to be genuinely fond of one another.

  Once the husband was overheard mentioning that as a couple they hadn’t had intercourse in some time, but she said, “Whenever and whatever you want, Sweetheart, it is okay with me.” But, after that, nothing more was said, and nothing seemed to happen.

  Except late one afternoon, during their fifth week, after she had completed her maid’s work, the Voyeur noticed her lying nude in the middle of one of the beds. The twin lamps on either side of the bed were on, highlighting every curve of her young body. Then, as if in a trance, she got up from the bed and pulled open a small suitcase in the closet. She groped inside and came out with a battery-operated vibrator. It was about six-inches long and flesh colored. She picked it up, brought it back to the bed, turned it on, and began to slowly apply it to her ribcage, then down over her flat stomach, and finally it came to rest between her thighs. As the tip of the vibrator touched the lips of her vagina, shivers of delight seemed to pass through her entire body.

  The Voyeur watched from six or seven feet above, hearing her breathing at an increased rate, and detecting her special smell as she approached an orgasm, and the Voyeur was also wondering if her husband was aware that his wife used a vibrator and also traveled with one. If not, how did she manage to conceal it so well at all times? And where had she obtained it? The Voyeur wished he could have asked her these questions, unveiling mysteries about this sweet and accommodating woman and the man she chose to marry.

  Later she got up from the bed, placed the vibrator back in the suitcase, and headed for the bathroom. She filled the tub with water, poured in an ample supply of scented oil, scrubbed and cleaned her body, and also washed her hair. After drying her body and powdering with a perfumed talc, she plugged in her hair-dryer and blow-dried her hair. She took special care in making the curly waves fall flatteringly into place. As she applied her lipstick, she paused a moment to study her naked body reflected in the dressing table mirror.

  She then selected a dark blue skirt and white blouse from the closet. After she finished dressing, she tucked some money into her pocket and departed from the room.

  The Voyeur left the observation platform and returned to the office. She was there to obtain change for the soft drink machine. She and the Voyeur exchanged pleasantries and a brief conversation. The Voyeur noticed that she was more beautiful at eye level than from the observation vent.

  “I’m going downtown to do some shopping,” she said. “If you see my husband, would you tell him I’ll be back at around 6 o’clock?”

  Conclusion: Unfortunately for this couple, they appear to have different levels of sexual intensity. He is probably a two, and she is a seven. Because of this difference, and despite their courteous behavior toward one another, real difficulties loom in the future for this marriage.

  NINETEEN

  GERALD FOOS took great pride in the fact that he was never caught, that his secret was never discovered. But there was at least one instance when he came dangerously close to exposure.

  Up in the attic one day, watching a couple who had been staying in the motel on a weekly rate, Foos saw the husband look up at the ceiling and heard him ask his wife, “What is that vent for? That isn’t a heat vent . . . I’m a construction worker and I would recognize it.”

  “What is it, then?” she asked.

  “It could be a peephole.”

  His wife giggled. “You mean someone could be watching every­thing we do?”

  He said, “There are a lot of weirdos in this world.” Then he added, “I’ll find out.”

  Gerald records “feeling somewhat apprehensive at the proceedings going on below.” He cautiously backed away along the attic floor, left, locked the door, and went back to the office.

  In the office he pondered the severity of what he had heard. From the first, his plan, if discovered, was to call the observation platform a “‘service walkway,’ i.e. to service electrical wiring, heating pipes, plumbing access, etc. . . . The vent
s were used to disperse smoke and bad odors from the rooms. This is what the subject would be told if he suspected anything out of the ordinary, and then the burden of proof would be placed directly on him.”

  “The next day, I didn’t know what to expect,” Gerald wrote, “but I thought perhaps the subject might call the police to investigate, or that he would confront me personally. He did neither.”

  Gerald “stayed completely away from the observation tower for several days, and tried to determine what the subject was contemplating.”

  “After about four days, I ventured up to the observation platform and noticed that the subject had taped the vent shut with paper. However, there was a small crack on one side, which enabled a partial observation. On this particular evening, they were engaged in an oral sex routine, which later evolved into intercourse.”

  Two days later, the wife came to the office and told Gerald that her husband had gone back to their home state and she was going to follow him shortly. “At this time,” Gerald wrote, “she revealed some startling facts to me: namely, that [her husband] had climbed through the vent into the ceiling and walked around. He was a very small man, and was just barely able to get through the vent. I never thought it was possible for anyone to get through the vents, other than a small child. I explained to her that it was strictly a service area platform and she accepted this without question.”

  TWENTY

  DESPITE HIS privileged position as a secret observer of intimate moments, full knowledge of human behavior remained elusive for the Voyeur. A “terrifically attractive couple from Oakland,” whom he checked in to a room furnished with two separate beds, added to his sense of wonderment.

  He was a handsome 6’3” male of athletic proportions in his late 20s, and she was a 5’8” brunette in her early 20s. They had been living in Boulder, Colorado, the last six months, and now they needed a room with a kitchen for a few weeks until their new apartment in Aurora was ready.

  From conversation I learned that she was a former Miss California and a runner-up in the Miss America pageant, and they apparently were married shortly thereafter. Her husband became her agent after the pageant, and he continues managing her modeling career. They are interested in Aurora because of a small movie company located here and some personal connections associated with it.

  But this beautiful couple represent one of the strangest relationships I have observed. After watching them for more than two weeks, it is amazing—they have absolutely no sexual contact.

  They sleep in separate beds. Only career subjects are discussed in their daily and nightly conversations. They are in disagreement much of the time. He wants her to more actively pursue her career in modeling, but she is resistant to the many booking opportunities, or other appearance dates, that he has set up for her. He often leaves the room angrily and doesn’t return for hours.

  When he is gone she remains in the room alone, watching television, and sometimes walks around nude, taking great interest in her body in the mirror, and sometimes sits down and takes special interest in looking at her legs and feet. She also lies on the bed sometimes gently caressing her body in different areas, but I have never seen her masturbate. I can sometimes detect expressions of displeasure on her face, and also at times her body seems to shudder. It’s as if she’s shaking off something or someone that is close enough to touch her. Once I did notice her crying, which lasted for a few minutes, and then she stopped and seemed profoundly pacified.

  Conclusion: The Voyeur finds it hard to believe that this man she is married to is only interested in furthering her modeling career, but from observations this is certainly a consideration. Again, he has absolutely no sexual desire for this beautiful subject. Perhaps he is a homosexual. But still there are other couples I have seen who are non-sexual. Not as attractive as this couple, but youthful non-sexual couples do exist in greater numbers than the general public is aware of.

  In fact, my observations indicate that many of these non-sexual couples, not yet in middle-age, generally appear to be contented people. I have developed figures dealing with sexual frequency, and it is as follows:

  * 12 percent of all observable couples at the motel are highly sexed.

  * 62 percent lead moderately active sexual lives.

  * 22 percent are of low-drive sexually.

  * 3 percent have no sex at all.

  Because of no other way to measure this correctly, I have concluded a couple to be “highly sexed” if only one partner is aggressive. But more often than not, in this 12 percent category, both partners are likely to qualify as “highly sexed,” and as an example of this I cite a married couple from Wichita, Kansas, who share the single bed in Room 6.

  The husband is a white male of 6’2” in his early 30s, and his wife is a 5’8” blonde with fair complexion and a pleasant disposition. I checked them into Room 6 at 5 p.m. In the office they were both very talkative and outgoing. The first thing the husband asked me as he signed in was:

  “Where’s the best restaurant around here to get lobster and steak?”

  Later, from the observation walkway, after they had returned from the restaurant, I watched her go to the bathroom, leaving the door open.

  He stood close to her in the bathroom doorway, and, even as she sat on the toilet, she reached toward him and began stroking his penis from outside his trousers.

  He smiled, asking: “Are you horny again?”

  “I’m always horny,” she said, and, as he got closer, she unzipped his trousers, took out his penis, and began giving him oral sex—while still on the toilet. She was an expert fellatrix. She made him have an orgasm, while standing up, in less than five minutes.

  “I can taste the garlic you had for dinner in your come,” she said.

  “Well,” he said, “you almost sucked my stomach out.”

  Later in bed, while watching TV, she was constantly holding or stroking his penis, which remained flaccid. But after she put it in her mouth, he obtained another erection. She then mounted him in a female superior position and controlled the motions until she had what seemed like a super orgasm. He didn’t have an orgasm at this time, but then he changed to a male superior position and he did have an orgasm, his second in the last two hours.

  Conclusion: This wife definitely possesses a high sex drive. She has no hang-ups and her husband is apparently sufficient for her. Probably a good marriage and happy situation, if he can keep her satisfied. They are a super interesting couple. I wish they had stayed longer.

  TWENTY-ONE

  THE DISAPPOINTMENT the Voyeur experienced from some guests, like the gorgeous but sexually mismatched couple, was swept away by the joy he took in witnessing moments of unmitigated abandon. A husband and wife from Texas—they said they were on vacation and only passing through—beguiled the Voyeur: she was a ravenous woman who knew what she wanted and left no doubt; he was a partner complicit in the pursuit of pleasure.

  The husband was a casually dressed 6-foot figure of about 195 lbs, while the wife was a stunning redhead of about 5’4” with a well-rounded body and a large mouth. The Voyeur eagerly anticipated an intimate view of this couple, but was also disappointed when he noticed at the desk that they both carried packs of cigarettes.

  The Voyeur hates smokers because the smoke rises and floods the vent and becomes a tremendous nuisance. There should be strict laws to protect the non-smokers so that his rights are continually violated, but unfortunately there are no measures against this in the state of Colorado, and, in the privacy of their motel rooms, guests do pretty much as they wish.

  From the observation platform the Voyeur watched as the couple entered the room. After they had unpacked their luggage, arranged their things and departed for dinner, the Voyeur entered their room briefly to check on the female subject’s bra size, and it was 34D.

  The Voyeur, in order to authenticate his journal, will from time to time enter a roo
m to determine and ratify his observations in order that accuracy is maintained. The Voyeur is very thorough and secretive in his activity, and no guest has ever discovered that their private sphere was penetrated or intruded upon. As stated many times in the past, the Voyeur is proud of this skillful accomplishment that no observable, or non-observable, guest has ever been damaged or suffered mentally because of the vents. This was a prerequisite on the part of the Voyeur, and without the guarantee of non-discovery the observation laboratory would not have been developed and maintained.

  Except for the female subject’s large breasts, she looked small and pretty. The Voyeur couldn’t believe a woman could appear so delicious and athletically in good shape despite her approaching middle years. She removed her skirt and panties. There was an abundant quantity of hair on her pubic region, which was light red.

  She relaxed on the bed beside the male subject, and placed her fingers on the upstanding hard flesh of his penis. She began to stroke and caress it carefully, seemingly not wanting to hurt his manhood. Her mouth slowly opened, and then she began with her fellatio—her tongue making continuous circles, licking the phallic organ up and down, lapping up the front end of the penis and down the underside. She licked on the right side, then on the left side. The top, the bottom, the head, then the base. And when she had completed coated his penis with saliva, she completely inhaled his penis deep-throat style, totally. His body shuddered and shivered as her mouth continued to absorb him.

  He then stroked the bulbs of her large breasts tenderly, so that the pores of her skin seemed to open to his fingers, and then he dug in more roughly as he began to move his loins in time with her caressing mouth. He slithered down, his penis slipping from her salivating mouth, and he gently separated her legs, as his tongue trailed downward toward her vagina.

  “That’s wonderful,” she said, “Do it. Lick me, lick me.”