I have tried to write this from a mainly male perspective, please let me know if you thing I am way off base, personally I think I'm spot on .
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Harry watched the house carefully, he had been doing so for nearly a week now, so far he was fairly confident it should be an easy mark.
The house was two storeys high, with large sash windows, the kind most people had done away with in favour of modern more secure windows. It had a traditional wood door with only one lock, "too fucking easy" muttered Harry to himself, only problem was the long well-lit driveway and the sensible addition of a security light, with a motion sensor.
He had scouted the back of the building and decided it was a better option, the large glass extension was an easy route into the main building, foolishly it was open plan, the kitchen had no door, it just had an archway that opened directly into the new glass and wood construction. Double door's opened into the garden and that lock was Childs play to an expert like Harry.
He had already been inside, just a quick ten minute scout and he was confident nothing had changed in the last two days since.
Still, he waited, he hadn't spent twenty years doing this without getting caught for nothing, his motto was simple, 'perfect preparation prevents piss poor performance' or the six P's, as he liked to call it.
He checked his watch, five pm, the owner would be another hour at least, but the young blonde would be along any second.
Sure enough, the tiny blonde girl came around the street corner and swinging her bag happily strolled along towards the house.
Harry had watched her all week, every day she left the house at the same time and every day came home at just after five, she was a pretty thing, long blonde hair, slim with a tiny waist and surprisingly long looking legs for such a small girl.
He focused his long lensed camera on her and took a few more pictures, the ones he already had showed her to be very pretty, big blue eyes, a small cute nose that turned up just a little at the end and a smattering of freckles across it.
She was about eighteen, he guessed, from what he had seen she was most likely the owners niece or younger sister, the owner was in her late twenties at best so it was unlikely the blonde was her daughter.
Harry licked his lips, she really was very pretty, shame she was too young.
He checked his watch again, eager now. The one he had become a bit obsessed with would be getting home soon too.
Harry fidgeted, which was unusual for him, normally when on a job, he was cold as ice and totally professional.
The blue Audi arrived as usual, the driver was some fucking lucky ponce, he pulled up at the bottom of the long driveway and the totally fuckable red head got out, Harry felt his cock hardening and adjusted himself as he watched her say goodbye to the lucky twat that was probably fucking her brains out.
She was small, not as small as the blonde and this one had great tits, he guessed at least a D or DD, yet she was slim and they stood out like they were fake, but he knew from watching her that those puppies were very real, fakes don't bounce and jiggle like that, no way in hell.
There were no blemishes on her ivory white skin, not one freckle or mole, she wore glasses and even that turned him on, her hair practically sparkled in the sun, it wasn't truly red, more of a rosy blonde, he imagined her naked in nothing but those glasses, it made him think of a sexy librarian.
Harry's finger was pressed down on the camera button and the camera dutifully clicked rapidly, shot after shot was taken as she walked up the driveway in a short black skirt and jacket, high heels crunching on the gravel, her small but nicely toned ass wiggled. Just for him he liked to think, even though she didn't know he was there.
The door closed behind her and he quickly refocused the camera on her window, so far he had had no luck, but he still hoped she would show a bit of flesh in her bedroom as she changed from her work clothes.
He knew it would be a few minutes, so he got himself under control and professionally noted down the time and date, who she had been with and what she had been wearing.
All three of the women that lived in the house had their own little note book, cross referenced with a larger one. So far as Harry could work out, they were either all sisters or related in some way. The blonde was eighteen, the redhead looked nineteen or twenty and the owner was in her twenties, he had at first thought around twenty five, but the other two girls were obviously under her wing, so he upped the brunettes age to twenty eight or nine.
The rosy haired girl was at her window, he gripped the camera tightly as he watched her pull the curtains closed, she was a shy one and always closed the curtains before changing out of her work clothes.
Only this time they didn't close all the way, Harry frantically refocused his lens, "god all mighty, would he get a glimpse", he prayed he would, and watched avidly, the camera was one of the best, the lens was the kind only pro's use and he picked out the details of her room quite well.
The girl walked into view, she was in a bra that hardly contained her tits, it was white and lacy, Harry franticly took as many shots as he could, thinking she would walk out of frame.
He let out a muffled shout of glee as she stood there, she seemed to be looking at herself in a mirror as she unhooked her bra and took it off, it was a practiced motion, repeated a thousand times, there should have been nothing sexy about it, but to Harry it was better than watching a stripper on the stage.
Her tits were even better than he had imagined, they sloped down on top and curved pertly on the bottom, they hardly dropped as they were released from the bra. She had large pink areola's and dark pink nipples, they weren't standing out, but still, it was a massive turn on to see them.
He wished he had the angle to see her knickers, but was more than happy with what he was seeing.
Harry had a job to do and was aware that his little obsession was getting in the way, but he didn't look away, she was just too hot. He wanted to fuck her badly and while he wasn't a rapist by nature, he considered what it would be like to do her when he broke into the house.
She moved out of view and he lent back in his chair, the van he was in wasn't large, but he had space enough to lean back and take out his throbbing cock.
'Fuck', he thought as he wanked his blood filled cock, 'I'm going to have to be careful, that bitch has me going nuts.'
Harry knew he was obsessed, so he wasn't about to blow a paying gig just because he had found the perfect woman, okay, Girl, she wasn't exactly a woman, not at the age she seemed to be.
Still, he wanked and spurted over the frozen picture of the bitches tits that was displayed on his laptop.
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The next day, Harry parked up at his usual spot, it was early, the sun had not yet risen and the rain slicked streets were refracting the lights from his headlights. He turned them off and slid his athletic frame between the seats and into the back of the van.
Harry wasn't a young man anymore, but he was still fit and toned, his chosen career maintained his physic, you didn't get to be Harry's age as a professional thief without staying fit.
He focused his lens on red's window, Blondie's room was at the back so he had no view of her room from here, not that it mattered, he was only interested in Red.
Her lights went on, right on time as always, the curtains still weren't shut properly and he had a good line of sight directly into her room, he had been parked closer yesterday and regretted it, if he had parked in this spot he would have had a better look at those fabulous tits she had shown him.
His long lens let him pick out her form as she went into the bathroom, she was in a T-shirt and nothing else, he clicked off a few rapid shots, capturing her bare buttocks as she walked away from him and into the Bathroom.
Harry waited patiently, he was used to waiting, it was part of the job to be patient.
She took her time and he guessed her morning routine was so early because she spent so much time in the bathroom, "bloody women." he muttered under his breath.
The door opened and he stopped watching the screen of his Laptop and looked threw the camera as it gave a much better view.
Stark naked, the young woman walked out, Harry stopped breathing for a moment, her large breasts swayed slightly as she moved, her belly was flat and her hip bones poked out slightly, not in an anorexic way, just in that lovely way a slim woman's do. Harry gazed at her with rapt attention, the small neat triangle of pubic hair looked so touchable and soft, it matched her rosy blonde hair and seemed to catch the light.
Harry grinned, this was the best treat he had had in years. She strode around the room, not a care in the world and totally unaware of him as she picked up a remote and turned on the music system, he could tell that was what she had done as she started to sway her hips and mouth the words to whatever song it was, her hair flicked back and forth and her movements became more exaggerated.
Bouncing on her toes to the tune, her tits bounced too, her long hair shook as she nodded her head to the tune. Harry was mesmerised and forgot about his job for the whole of her jiggling little dance.
She seemed lost in the music as she held up a hand to her mouth with an imaginary Mic, her other hand moved over her body in the sexual way he had seen on pop videos, reaching her crotch as she bent her knees and gyrated in a motion that could only be described as air fucking.
Harry came, he hadn't even touched his cock, but it spurted cum in his pants and he let out a groan of satisfaction, he wished he was the mirror that she was facing, his side on view was good, but he could well imagine the show that mirror was getting.
She finished with a few more bounces and a bow to some imaginary crowd, she even clapped her hands and made motions to some imaginary backing group, Harry laughed, the girl was so pretty and innocent looking as she pretended to be some pop star, this glimpse into her personality, a private moment where she was acting totally as herself, made him feel for her even more.
He watched as she dressed and did her makeup, as usual she didn't wear much makeup, a bit of lipstick, some eyeliner and mascara, that was it. He had always thought she didn't wear much, but you can never tell, some women could wear a lot and a man wouldn't know because it was so subtle, not her, she faced the world pretty much as she was.
She left her bedroom and Harry refocused the lens on the front door, once more he waited, she would have breakfast and do whatever it was she did, it would be an hour before the Audi turned up to collect her.
