I've wanted to tell this story for a long time but I've never had the courage. When I was 21 and desperately looking for love, I found true love in the most unexpected of places, a concert. It was a small Halloween concert, that I first saw her. She was wearing a short black dress and covered in blood. I know, your thinking that I must be crazy, right, well your wrong. This chick was amazing! She had long blonde hair that cascaded down her back, legs that went on for miles, and the most wonderful eyes. I had to have her, no matter what it took. I found out who she was from a mutual friend, and decided that I would find out as much about her as I could. I followed her to her little red car and made sure to get the plate number so I wouldn't make any mistakes if I had to follow her.
I followed her home, and quickly cased the outside. I noticed that she had a nice, tall, privacy fence with a gate on both sides of her house. I crept around the house until I found which room was hers, and made my way to her window. She had a basement room, which made it easy to look into, no ladders, or anything required. As I was getting comfortable to watch her, I saw a light come on upstairs. Panicking I raced back to my car and drove off.
For the next several nights, all I got to see was, her in various stages of undress. Every time I would think that I was going to see something great there would be a distraction, another light coming on, the phone ringing, something.
After about a week of this I finally got lucky; I waited at the bottom of her street until I saw her get home about 12:30. I waited until I saw the light come on in her room, and I crept back to the window. She walked out of the room carrying a towel as I got in position. Cursing my luck I hunkered down to wait for her to get back from the shower.
About 20 minutes later she came back in with a towel wrapped about her head, and another towel wrapped around her sexy body. I watched in lustful fascination as she removed her towel to rub her luscious body down again. The jiggling of her tits mesmerized me, as she vigorously scrubbed her body. She tossed the towel in the corner as she bent over to pick up a pair of soccer shorts and a t-shirt. She dressed in her nightclothes and then walked out of the room again carrying the two towels. When she came back she turned the lights off.
Fortunately, I had the foresight to purchase a pair of night vision goggles. Slipping them on I watched as she made a phone call. She had the television playing, as she talked to whoever was on the phone. As she talked on the phone I noticed her other hand moving around under her blanket, she was running her hand over her body! After talking for an hour or so I noticed that her hand had moved to her crotch, and she was slowly rubbing circles. She very slowly and silently caressed her clit without letting the person on the phone know. As she started to build up towards a climax she hung up the phone so she could concentrate on her clit. I watched as she started to grind her hand and buck her hips. I could see her fighting hard not to make any noise as she reached climax, she was biting her pillow to keep the screams down. At this point I decided that it was time to go before I pushed my luck.
The next couple of nights I wasn't able to get over to watch her, and the suspense was killing me. As I neared her house I noticed that there weren't any of the other usual cars in the driveway, instead there was another strange car. Thinking it was a boyfriend's; I eagerly approached her lit window. I settled into position and noticed that there was another girl and not a boyfriend.