The car pulled into the small parking area at the side of the road. He wasn't the first car to arrive but he was definitely the last. Taking his equipment out of the car and shielded by the other vehicles from the road he sat on the grass further from the road, looking down over the steep drop and into the valley below that was peppered here and there with very statuesque houses. But his interest lied with one in particular, so he took his time now to focus a simple zoom lens camera on the house in question.
It didn't take him long to find her, and she was just as he expected, sleeping. He took the time to let his gaze brush over her face, tracing the subtle roundness to it and appreciating it as only someone obsessed with such beauty could. He saw her stir just then and decided he had better get everything in place. Pulling out a video camera he quickly sets up the tripod on the uneven ground, the camera resting level without any kind of adjustment of the legs. Flipping open the viewfinder he swivels it slightly so that it has the house in view and then rolls up the zoom so that focuses in on the house, picking one spot in particular and drawing in real tight. Satisfied he presses the record button and settles in on his stomach just behind the video camera to the left so he can keep an eye on it without having to move too far from his digital camera and it's viewfinder.
Pleased with how things are going so far he looks through the digital camera and finds himself staring at a very beautiful woman sitting up in bed. He immediately begins taking pictures, almost snapping them like a paparazzi reporter, taking in the top half of her body as she sits there completely nude and stretching her slender arms over her head. Finishing her stretch she seems to smack her lips a few times, her hands going to her sides and the smoothing up her body to cup her breasts and casually squeeze them once before reaching down and flinging the sheet off of her exposing the rest of her nakedness to the world.
For some reason though she seems distracted today and she just leans back against the headboard, sprawled out in a very casual manner on the bed. Her hands rest in her lap and she seems to lost in thought, her eyes sweeping the view of the cliffs almost as though she were looking for something. He watches with some trepidation, his heart rate speeding up as he wonders idly if she will see him and what she might do if she does. Her hands on her lap begin to move, and he can tell that she is, feeling herself alone, indulging in some recollection of the night before. Almost too casually the hands stroke her skin, brushing her thigh, stroking her sides, not really touching her more intimate areas but instead just fanning her flames, almost as if she knew she was being watched.