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Eli,
The Sweets Series wants resuming per the email I receive.
In the interim, here is the first of a new set I will do. Please advise where
to send them
as aol does not have a posting new window for this newsgroup.

New Sweets Set (M/F, voy, mast, more to come..:)

She lay on her side, knees up, gown higher.
The box fan on the floor obstructed his view.

He leaned forward over the wall, binoculars in hand.
His ladder wobbled as he strained to see into her room.

Moving to his right, he caught the image he wanted.
Reaching for his camera caused the ladder to move.

He paused to let the ladder feet settle, to catch his breath.
He untangled the straps between glasses and camera,
set the telephoto lens and framed her legs in his view.

He panned from her feet to the back of her knees, then
up her thighs to her buttocks, his camera began to shake.
The curve where her legs met her body made him gasp.

The edge of a pink cotton gown trailed the cleft between 
cheeks. This made him inhale the evening air, then hold it.

He had to look away because his body reacted, making him
forgot why he came for this photo. He pushed against the 
top step of the ladder feeling an exquisite pain of the contact
with the alumininum step. He wanted to press harder, harder,
but he wanted that picture more. He exhaled with a whoosh!

Resuming his position, camera at the ready, he felt his mouth
water. Swallowing, he adjusted the angle and the aperture.

But wait a minute, she had moved, ever so slightly, a dark space
showed and her gown was higher. He began clicking off shots.

The sound seemed louder than the crickets. He wondered if 
she could hear him behind the orange tree beyond her jacuzzi.

He couldn't stop now. He had waited weeks to get up the courage
to catch her at her late day nap from that first time he spotted her
through her open sliding glass door. Her small feet and delicate
arches beyond her red lacquered toes had caught his attention as
he trimmed his overhanging tree for good neighbor relations. He
had hollered a hello? then, but she did not answer. He concluded
she was sleeping and his intrusion upon their common wall did
not awaken her. He was transfixed by the image of her laying down
in that position as if the floor fan was cooling her legs and bottom.

He raced home from work and went into his yard after the first look.
One day became the next and he knew he was hooked. Her nap
lasted an hour and he could not move while she slept, but she did.

One time she turned onto her back, cutting off his view of her buttocks.
To his surprise, he saw her hand resting on tiny plump cheeks and two
fingers out of sight. He watched as she adjusted them deeper into hair.
He became breathless with excitement, realizing she was touching herself.

Then she turned back over and her knees went up toward her chest.
The sight of her engaged like that sent him inside to re-create that image 
in his bed with his own body. It was glorious. Her movements had imprinted
him. This image returned while he worked, shopped and did his yard chores.

Another time she remained on her back and he watched two fingers move
up and down and around in a circle, then to his greater surprise, he saw
her put those fingers in her mouth and suck on them before she turned over.

The pain in his testicles made him cry out. He descended the ladder too fast
and fell on the ground, certain she had heard him fall onto the dried leaves.

He let several agonizing days pass before he mounted the ladder again.
He was earlier than usual this time. He saw her legs straight up, noticed
she was rotating her ankles and doing some kind of exercise which stretched
her legs out toward the foot of the bed then brought them bent to her chest.

He enjoyed watching her legs make a large V, then close and open while
toes pointed toward the ceiling. Now and then, he caught a glimpse of her
bare bottom, thought he could make out some dark hair, prayed he would
see some pink lips, but his angle was not quite right. He did see her soft
white
belly when her gown went up during the routine. The slight rise between hips
made him dream of stroking that belly. He imagined slapping it gently with his
penis to interrupt her exercise regime with an offer of another kind of
workout.

The outline of her breasts intrigued him. They did not emerge when she turned
over although he could see one seemed to want to as her gown twisted while
her legs waved and worked through some drill. 

Several weeks later, he thought of the binoculars to get a closer look. These
made it nearly impossible to continue because his erections became instanteous.
He saved up all day, he waited through setting up the ladder, being cautious
as quiet as possible. He endured the pain from poking at the top step, he
suffered
the ache to prolong the viewing of her, night after night. He knew he might be
caught. He knew he had to commit the views to film, just in case. He also knew
that one day, he needed to leap that wall and get closer, but he bided his
time.

In the meantime, he had important work to do. Photographing this beauty unaware
of him drinking her in and visualizing her later with his hands between his
legs.


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