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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Watcher (FF, 1st-lesbian expr, voy) by Elliemae (jpootmuffin@aol.com) *** A lonely spinster exercises by moonlight, until she discovers she has a peeper. *** Jenny loved her routine of exercising nightly. She had discovered aerobics like many women do, on TV. Ordering exercise tapes had been fun and she loved the Richard Simmons ones. Sweating To The Oldies Part ll her favorite. She had the maintenance man from school connect her VCR and TV to her stereo, so that she got great audio, and on the big screen TV she had treated herself to, she felt as though she was in the same room with the performer. The trouble started when she got the letter. Jenny was a high school teacher. She had graduated from Valdosta College with honors. Teaching was something she had always wanted to do. She had worked so hard while in school, she hadn't had time for dating or boys. Not that she wouldn't have loved to have had one. The fact was that no one had really seemed interested in her. Her weight was over two hundred pounds, and she just wasn't very attractive. She had paid little attention to her looks. Oh, she washed her hair daily, but seldom rolled it. Her make up was well appointed but never the right colors. She could have used a mother's help in several areas of feminine hygiene, but her mother had died when Jenny was just five. Her father had tried his best to help her, but working two jobs, he was just happy to put her through school. She had taken the job of English teacher at Bearden High School in Knoxville Tennessee. A slightly plump, more than slightly unattractive twenty-three year old woman. She was miserable. That is until she found the videos. She began losing pounds almost with the first one. Her exercise regiment was done with the same attacking passion she had approached school with. Almost without her noticing she had lost sixty-five pounds! With an all new wardrobe she began going to the local beauty parlor, perms and make-up changing her appearance drastically. She looked and felt good for the first time in her life. Then the letter. The letter had said; [I watch you exercise through the window. I like to watch you. I'll be watching you again tonight.] The idea that someone was hiding in her heavily wooded back yard watching her, invading her privacy! She had never thought to pull the drapes. The exercise caused her to perspire heavily and she assumed no one could see her. Leaving the drapes open allowed the cool breeze to slip around her body. She always wore her leotards, so she certainly wasn't being lewd. Most of the next day was spent in fear of the watcher. That night she didn't exercise at all. Choosing instead to sit in the dark, peering out into the back yard. Her heart pounding in her chest, she slept very little. Checking her mail box after a rough day at school, she felt her knees wobble when she saw the note. It was curt and to the point. [I came to see you. Why didn't you exercise for me? Don't you like to have me watch? I have your precious cat. If you refuse me the pleasure of watching you tonight, I will hurt the cat. I will hurt the cat badly. The same way you are hurting me.] She sat at her kitchen table crying softly. She had looked everywhere, the cat was gone. She could call the police, but that wouldn't bring the cat back. The only thing left in her life to love was that cat. Her father had passed away the year before and the cat was the last thing he had ever given her. * At eight sharp, she opened the drapes and turned on the video. Trying to block out of her mind the fact that someone was out there in the back yard watching her, she began to work. The video ran it's thirty minute work out, and she danced the routines to perfection. The next morning she checked the mail box for another note. Desperately hoping for some word on her lost cat. The note was there. [I really liked watching you last night. I want to see more. I still have the cat. It's being well taken care of. Tonight I want to see you without the top. You may wear the tight bottoms, but I want to see your breast move as you dance. Don't call the cops, or the cat will die.] Deciding to call in sick, because she felt really sick, Jenny sat staring at the walls in her home. No one had ever seen her nude. Now this person, this vile person wanted to see her breast. Not just a quick look, no, they wanted to watch her breast bouncing and moving as she did her work out! Could she do this? Even to save the life of her small sweet kitty? She had too! She could see no other choice. If she called the police the note said her cat would be killed. Her yard was wooded and blended with the wooded lot on the back side of her property. The cops might not even be able to catch the guy with all that foliage, at night. And if they didn't, her cat would die! * The day went fast, way too fast! It was eight o'clock and time for her nightly work out. She pulled the drapes open, turned on the TV and pushed the play button on the VCR. The stereo began blaring the music, louder then usual it seemed. Jenny began to workout and slowly, with her eyes closed, pulled the tank top up and off, baring her breast to her watcher. Jenny kept her eyes closed as she moved to the beat. Beads of sweat rolled down her chest, between her breasts, dripping to the floor. Finally the half hour tape expired and she quickly covered up, pulling the drapes closed, blocking out the night and the bushes and the watcher. The next morning, with the sun shinning on the world, Jenny raced to her mailbox. She found the note as she had expected. It read; [You were wonderful! I must see more! Tonight you shall dance nude for me. I don't want to hurt your cat. I love you. After you dance tonight, the cat will be left at the front door. Please don't disappoint me. I'll be watching.] "He loves me!" She thought. "This guy must be nuts! If he thinks for one minute that I'll take off my clothes and dance around for him at the window, he's crazy. I'll admit that dancing topless wasn't all that bad. I even sort of liked the naughty feeling it gave me, but totally nude! It's out of the question. He did say that he didn't want to hurt my kitty, and that he would leave it at the front door if I did. Would I be rid of him after tonight if I did? Probably not. No this guy wasn't going to go away on his own, but if I got my kitty back, I could call the police without fear. I have to do it. I just have to do it." She reasoned. That night she opened the drapes, already topless. After the first song of the workout she slipped the tights down her thighs and flipped them onto the couch. She stood nude facing the window, daring the watcher to look. Turning slowly she allowed him to see all of her new improved body. She even felt a thrill as she turned her bottom to his gaze. She liked showing off her accomplishment in weight loss. "If he had seen me earlier in the workout process, say six month's ago, he would be amazed!" She thought happily. "God! I think I like showing off my body. I must be as sick as he is!" She grimaced. Still she felt a twinge of regret as the tape ended and she pulled the drapes closed. Pulling on a robe she moved to the front door, opened it and let the cat in. Pinned to his collar was another note. She pulled it free and anxiously opened it, wanting to read his critique of her performance. [You are beautiful! I know you don't want to keep doing this but I can't quit. Please let me continue to watch you at night. No one but you and I know about this, and that needn't change. Dance for me tonight. Please. I love you.] She went to school deep in thought. Unsure if she wanted to call the police or not. She wasn't even sure if she was going to dance for the watcher again or not. Something inside her told her to do it, even though she knew it was wrong. It was a problem that bothered her all day and up to the time when she opened the drapes and plugged in the tape. She decided not to dance with Richard Simmons and just move slowly to the music while her watcher admired her body. She even let the show go until nine-thirty, thirty minutes longer than usual. As she closed the drapes she let her fingers wander over her aroused womanhood, something she had never done before. She enjoyed her first climax that night. And her second. When she got to the mailbox, her note was waiting. [You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I want to touch you. Leave the door open for me tonight after your workout. Close your eyes and lay back on the couch. I will come in and touch you with my hands and my mouth. I want to make you climax. Then I will leave. I will not come back unless you leave me a note, asking me too.] Jenny read the note several times trying to make the words on the paper change. Surely he didn't expect her to really let him waltz into her house and feel her up! "God! This guy is a weirdo! He can't believe that I'd do such a thing! If I let him come in and play house with my body, what kind of a woman would I be?" She thought. "I mean sure I enjoyed showing my body to an imaginary lover, but this is reality. Not some abstract watcher looking in my window while I dance naked. On the other hand, I've never had a man. Would I like to have someone touch me and kiss me/ someone I had never seen. I could, with my imagination, believe him to be anyone. Like he said, no one would know about it, except me and him. It could be rather interesting. "If he was going to hurt me he could have done that at any time with the window open and all. He admires me and wants to be closer to me. If he was worldly he wouldn't be peeking in back windows. No, I think he is as in- experienced as I am. What's the harm of two very curious people exploring their sexuality? Maybe I'll just do it this time. Just this one time. No one would ever have to know." She reasoned, as she slid her fingers into the folds of her vagina, stroking herself towards another pleasant climax. * That night at eight sharp, the music blared and Jenny danced. Tonight she danced the dance of a virgin being sacrificed at the altar of lust. She swayed to the music, thrusting her pelvis toward the window and the darkness beyond. She lifted her breast with her hands and licked at the tender nipples. Her head lolled back as she felt the wetness beginning to trickle down her thighs. She turned off the stereo and laid back on the couch, having unlocked the front door earlier. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut she waited, barely breathing, to hear the approach of her admirer. She could hear the door open and close. Hear the approaching footsteps in the hall. She fought to keep her eyes closed as she felt his presence in the room, felt the heat of his gaze on her body. Then she quivered as she felt the soft tentative touch of his fingers on her breasts. The soft hands moved over her breast and down. Down to the fleece covering the molten center of her passion. Down into the moist folds of her vagina. She held her breath as the lips kissed a trail from her nipples to her navel and then jerked with passion as his tongue licked around her engorged clit. "Oh god," she moaned, as the tongue brought her closed and closer to a mind blowing, gut wrenching climax. When the tide of passion overwhelmed her, she fainted, awaking to find her lover gone, and a note waiting for her, pressed gently between her breasts. [You are truly beautiful. Please let me come to you again. I will not bother you again, unless you leave the flag up on your mailbox. If you want me raise the flag, and I'll be at your window at eight. Just leave the door unlocked and I will come to you.] * Jenny slept late. "Thank God it's Saturday! I've never felt anything like that before! What's becoming of me? I've lost all respect for myself. Letting a stranger have his way with me. This has got to stop! Not tonight though. I've got to find out what he looks like. Tonight I open my eyes, tonight I want to feel it all! Yes once more! Just once more. Tonight." She vowed. She lifted the flag on the mailbox and left for school. Again she danced the dance of lust. She laid on the couch and waited. She felt the soft touch of hands roaming over her body, felt the gentle flick of the tongue at her cunt. Felt the growing tide of passion taking control of her very being. "Now! It's got to be now or never!" She vowed as she opened her eyes and looked down at her lover. "No! Stop! Not you!" She wailed as the climax began to boil over from her loins. She could only jerk with passion as she came hard staring into the eyes of Helen Jenson. "No Helen! We can't do this! You are one of my best students! Don't ruin it like this! Please stop! She begged. Helen just smiled, and lowered her head into the vee between Jenny's thighs. Sucking up the female juice that lingered there. Moaning her passion. Jenny watched Helen moving to the music. She was lovely, a little pudgy perhaps, but nothing that the tapes wouldn't cure. She tapped her foot impatiently waiting for her turn to dance. Helen smiled at her, slowly licking her lips to a glossy wetness, her eyes filled with the promise of sexual pleasure to come. Jenny sighed, slipping her tights down, and off. "Well she is my student. I should be the one to teach her. Helen, come here and lick me. My beautiful darling, eat my pussy!" 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