A few years ago I accompanied a girlfriend of mine to her gynecological examination. We had never gone to this office before. It is a practice built in a residential building in the center of the city in which several gynecological doctors work who share the medical center. I later learned that the practice has 3 examination rooms and 3 offices for the doctors. Upon entering the building we reach the floor and a secretary (nurse) seats us in the waiting room. We were in the late 2020s all wearing masks and the French door to the balcony was open to maximize air exchange, even though it was cold. After about 30 minutes of waiting, the people sitting by the window were called for the examination, and I took the opportunity to sit more comfortably in the chair closest to the French door. Intrigued by the balcony, under the guise of getting some air I left my chair, to which I placed my heavy computer backpack on top, and stepped out onto the balcony, making sure that if anyone wanted to follow me onto the balcony they would have to move their chair to pass and thus make noise. Once on the balcony I start to walk around, trying to stretch my legs, and in the meantime trying to see if the other windows in the apartment had their blinds up or not.
They were all tightly closed, but as I reached the end of the balcony I noticed a large planter placed in the center and noticed that beyond it the balcony turned and continued beyond. Looking back I saw no one, I also noticed that the planter did not impede passage, but seemed put there only to discourage crossing. I walked past and turned the corner. The building along that edge was almost abutting an embankment that ended higher up with a railing. I also noticed a light coming from a window ahead, which evidently did not have its shutter down. Probably the feeling of greater privacy due to the knowledge that having an embankment in front gave the doctors the freedom not to have to lower the shutter at dusk. As I approached with my heart beating at 1,000 beats per minute, I reached the window and saw a thin curtain drawn that did not obstruct the view of the interior. I noticed first a desk with two chairs on one side and an armchair (the doctor's chair on the other). The chairs were empty. I approached again and could then see the center of the room, it was a small room that was very well lit and on the central wall exactly opposite the window was the gynecological chair with the brackets mounted and a girl on it with her legs spread apart.
The girl was wearing only her bra, her partner was standing next to her. The girl was about 25-ish slim, well-defined physique, nice breasts, a very nice butt,defined buttocks and pussy not completely shaved, just a strip of hair in the center.
I had seen that girl in the waiting room before, they had been called about 20 minutes earlier, and I thought what a great girl, I wonder how her doctor enjoys her looking at her there with her pussy spread. I never imagined that a few minutes later I would also see her in the same position as her doctor. I then grabbed my phone, took care to remove any flash and tried to take some pictures, but at that exact moment, my girlfriend called me, it was time for our visit. Heart in my throat, I felt like she was on to me. I put the phone back in my pocket and hurried back the way I had come, just as I was walking the first few meters before the corner, I heard a noise from the embankment railing. I noticed a figure leaning between the bars of the railing, only the top of his face and a hand holding a cell phone could be seen. A gentleman in his 60s had climbed into that dark area from the outside of the property evidently knew the place well and was taking advantage of it to look at some beautiful spread-eagled pussy. In my head I thought various things:
1) I wonder if that gentleman is alone or has a wife who will call him soon.
2) That girl there with her legs open could have been my girlfriend (32 years old very pretty). Now that I know there is an audience in that room, what would I have done if we happened to be in that visiting room? Would I have asked for the blind to be lowered or would I have let others enjoy the private and intimate view of my open and exposed naked girlfriend?
3) If I were not also a voyeur, I would never have discovered the exposure to an outside audience.
4) We probably won't happen upon that visiting room, since it is already occupied, but I wondered if the others also have an open window.
I turned the corner and ran and found my girlfriend in front of the French door with a questioning look on her face asking me, "but where did you go? it's my turn." I got away with a trivial excuse "I had heard two people arguing and looked out that side to see if I should call the police." Fortunately, the excuse was found believable.
Finally we entered the doctor's office, after the pleasantries questions we went to an examination room without a window.