A few days after I spied on Bill's daughter Cathy, I called him and asked him round for a drink. He took a rain check, and I caught him the week after. We made small talk for about two hours until the bar cleared a bit and we grabbed an empty table. I told him about my adventure after I 'left' his place the previous week. He looked like he was about to pop a load right there, mind you for that matter so was I. Bill said he had contemplated doing that before, but its was too risky for him. I told him of my problems doing it and that I wished I could do it with a camera. For a moment we started talking about how he could help me do it, but then he backed off completely saying he'd be in the doghouse if his wife caught either him or me. We left agreeing that if an opportunity opened up Bill would call me.
A month later I was watching TV when I received a strange call. It took a while for me to figure it out. The person calling called me Howard. I tried to explain that I wasn't Howard but he just went on to say that him and his wife were heading out for the evening. I stayed silent and he went on to say that his daughter was staying behind. He then said he wished he had a picture of tonight's moon. He continued that anyway because he was going out he wouldn't be able to talk about our opportunity until after midnight, because they would be out until then. Once I heard him say opportunity everything fell into place. I grabbed my camera bag and rushed out. I got there and ran round to her window, but lights out. I went around the house looking in all the windows. Her curtains were wide open but she wasn't there. I found her in her parent's room. The curtains where half open, but there were lace curtains across the window. With it being dark out and the lights on inside, I could see through fine AND she was unlikely to see me. She was looking through her dad's stuff. She pulled out an old Penthouse magazine and had a brief flick through. She stopped on certain pages and checked herself in the dresser mirror against the girls in Penthouse. I was very aroused by that. She then peeked through some of her mother's stuff, trying on some of her mother's makeup.
She was wearing a plain pink T-shirt and skin-tight blues jeans. She opened her mother's wardrobe and started going through her mother's clothes. She pulled out a blue dress, but she was a little too short for it. She then pull out a woman's business suit, but it was also a bit too big. She put it back carefully and then pulled out a suitcase. The suitcase was full of more clothes. She picked up a wonderful blue dress, which was obviously something her mother couldn't fit into anymore. She looked around guiltily for a moment and then promptly pulled her shirt off. Her beautiful young breasts where held tightly by a sports bra. She kicked off her shoes and undid her jeans. She pulled her jeans down, but her panties came with. I glimpsed her brunette bush from side on before she tugged her panties back up. She pulled the dress on over her head and did the back zipper up. She admired herself in the mirror. The black shorts bra was clearly visible though. While she was smoothing out her dress I remembered that I'd brought my cameras. I pulled out the digital camera and switched it on. And I was just in time to watch her start to take the dress off. She left it hanging on her hips and she pulled her arms out the sports bra and pulled the dress back up. I was a bit disappointed, but I decided to take a few test pics.
As I had finished adjusting the camera, she undid the dress again, but this time she pulled the bra off. As each breast popped out I started hitting the camera button like a maniac. She pulled the dress up again and started running the creases out. Rubbing her hands up and down her dress. She spun around and then took the dress off. Her sweet, young breasts were reveal again. She stood in only her black panties and looked through the suitcase. I kept snapping away not believing my luck. She picked out another dress and pulled it on. She looked stunning in the red dress except for the tan lines. And she seemed to realise the same thing, rubbing the bare untanned skin. She undid the dress and let it drop. She rubbed her breasts as if that would make the untanned skin go away. She tugged her panties down a bit looking at the untanned skin. She dropped them down a little more and I started jamming the shutter release, but the camera started beeping at me. I nearly had a heart attack, the flash card was full. I fumbled quickly trying to swap the flash card. She pulled the panties up again and then packed up the suitcase. She was still topless showing her beautiful tits. I crouched down to scramble through the camera bag for a blank flash card.
When I stood up I glimpsed her leaving the room, still topless carrying her clothes. I ran around to her bedroom almost forgetting the camera bag. Her curtains were wide open and she was already in, still topless. I had to step back a bit because she might have seen me. She picked up her towel and headed to the bathroom. The bathroom window was open a crack but she closed it. I waited eagerly in some bushes outside her window. My heart was racing a millions miles an hour. I had taken some good shots, but they were through lace curtains. And I only had topless pictures so far. I pull out and set up my video cam. And waited many painful minutes. I heard the bath draining. I crouched down behind a deck chair a few metres away from her window and waited eagerly with my video cam. Cathy drifted in holding her towel loosely around her. She came to the window, she reached up to draw the curtains closed. As she stretched I got another glimpse of her love bush, but there wasn't enough light to see it clearly. She drew the curtains fully closed.
I crept up to the window. I didn't dare reach in to draw the curtains back. I was becoming very frustrated, but then the wind caught the curtain and pulled it back for me momentarily. And thus I beheld the sight of one beautiful and very naked 13-year-old girl full frontal. The perfect roundness of her young breasts, the wonderful curves of her tan lines, the contrasting starkness of her pubic hair. However by the time I hit the record button the curtain had fallen back. I waited. The curtain blew forth again and I filmed her wonderful behind. She stood naked in front of the mirror looking at herself. The curtain blew back and forth revealing and hiding Cathy's naked form. My camera was running all this time. Unfortunately the wind died, and there was nothing I could do. I walked around the house a few times looking in through what windows I could. I gave up half an hour later.
I returned home and downloaded the pictures from my camera. The quality wasn't so good due to the lighting and lace curtains, but more then good enough for me to wank off for hours.
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