After reading all of your voyeur pages I felt I had to write in. I thought voyeurs were just a lot of people who couldn't get sex, how wrong it seems to be like any other sexual fetish, it started for me at school, I went to a mixed school and in the warm days most of us sat on the playing field, I noticed that the girls often moved their legs and I could see their knickers, they all seemed to wear white, these sights have stayed with me, and white knickers turn me on more than any others. When I left I worked in London and traveled by train, as I was one of the first on girls would come and sit opposite me, I would get great views up their skirts to their knickers, always hoping they were white, and on those days it was straight to the loo for a wank. I was quite lucky I had a fair few girlfriends, they didn't know my tendency,s we groped in cars and cinemas, I always pulled their skirts up so I could see my hand moving in their knickers, in the cinema I had noticed sometimes I could someone watching, I wished that we could swap places so I could watch the action. I thought in those days there was something wrong with me, no media like to day, and I couldn't talk to anyone about it, I started to go to parks to look up dresses, plenty of knickers and stockings on show, the only problem it was difficult to wank, I then went to cinemas in the dark if I had a good view I had no problem wanking. Because of the era there were plenty of soft core films on which many couples went to (very tame by today's films). I saw plenty of fingering and wanking, never had the nerve to move to close. One afternoon I was watching the Emmuel film and a couple sat very close to me, she was closest, perhaps they didn't realize with it being so dark I thought the would move, he started kissing her and played with her breasts, he undid a few buttons and I could see had a white bra. She moved more towards him so my view was restricted, I opened my trousers and started to wank, the atmosphere was enough I've never been this close before, as s he sat up her blouse and bra on show, and leaned back, he unbuttoned some of her skirt just above her stockings,I stopped wanking, and watched , his hand went down the top of her Knickers, what a view, he tried to pull them down but she was having none of it, I could hear how wet she was, she was openly wanking him, I could last no longer the sight of her stockings and knickers I came what seemed like gallons. I got up and left, they seemed oblivious to me being there. Soon after this I married my wife knew nothing of my fetish. If you want to know the next chapter, write some comments.