He had been a voyeur for thirty years. When he was a boy he had a newspaper route, and early on he learned the benefits of being up and about in the wee hours of the morn. His route was in a large apartment complex and he spent many hours watching ladies showering and dressing. He found the best times to be in certain places to view his favorite ladies and tailored his paper deliveries accordingly. Then he discovered that if he came to collect his fees after dark he could watch ladies undressing before bed. He even found several opportunities to watch couples having sex. He was a confirmed peeping tom before he was 14, and he nurtured his hobby as he grew to manhood.
It got a little trickier as he got older. He had to be very careful in his movements; he didn't want to get caught. He chose locations that were far from main roads, preferably apartments that had bedrooms and bathrooms on the ground floor. He would prowl around the outer edges of the complex, looking for his chances, keeping an escape route through woods or behind other buildings. He was often successful in finding women who left their shades up just enough to let him watch them in their most intimate moments. He reveled in his hobby, and he kept the images he collected like jewels in a special memory place in his mind.
Sometimes he ached to touch the ladies he watched. Some were so lovely, so fine, that it was an effort to restrain himself from doing something he would regret, like speaking to them, telling them how hot they looked and how much he loved stroking himself while he watched them. One evening, he stood outside a bathroom window watching a young lady. She was obviously preparing herself for a night out, plucking eyebrows, fixing her hair. She was stark naked all through this, and he stood outside, not four feet away from her, watching and gently fondling his erection. Then she started the water for a shower, put her hair up to keep it dry, and stepped into the tub. She left the curtain open just enough so that he could watch every move she made under the streaming water. She lathered her entire body; he shuddered as he watched her smoothing her hands on her breasts.
As she rinsed off the suds he made ready to finish himself, but then stopped. She was reaching for the showerhead, detaching it. He watched amazed as she adjusted the spray, leaned back against the wall, placed her left foot on the soap rack, and directed the water onto her pussy. He almost cried out when he saw this! Here she was, this lovely young woman, naked and wet, masturbating in the shower and he got to watch! Here eyes closed as she played, her left hand spreading her lips apart while the right hand played the warm liquid over her delicate clit. She took her time, playing with the stream, while he furiously pumped his fist on his raging hardon. She began rocking her hips, squirming as the water pleasured her. She gasped, moaned, grit her teeth and grunted, and he knew she had cum. He let his own cum blast out onto the wall of the building, feeling like a beast marking his territory. He kept that memory for a long time; it was his favorite.
At least, it was his favorite until he saw the Librarian. He loved books, he loved to read, and he regularly went to the public library to browse. He was forever scoping out the ladies and he especially like watching one of the young aides, a high school girl with perky tits that begged to be fondled. He often pondered how his two hobbies, voyeurism and books, came together so neatly.
Then he saw the new librarian. She was behind the desk, being taught procedures by the wizened hag of a head librarian. The new librarian was stunning, tall, about 5'10', he guessed her age at 32 - 35, raven hair piled in a bun, dark complexion (he guessed Italian or Greek, maybe Arabic). She wore a very smart jacket over a tan sweater. He mentally willed her to take off the jacket so that he could judge her breasts - and she did! Shrugging off the coat she placed it over a chair and went back to listening to her boss. Now hw could see her torso and he gave glory to God for his sense of sight. She had a great rack, must be 38C, and straining to break loose. He tried not to stare, but it was a difficult task to remain nonchalant when presented with this spectacle.
As he watched, the two women came out from behind the desk and started to tour the library. He again gave praise in no uncertain terms as he gazed upon the perfection that was the new librarian's body. A skirt, hanging just above the knee, clung to her form. She had a curving hourglass figure and her hips swayed as she walked. Her legs were awesome in sheer nylons, her wore black heels that accentuated her legs and ass. He so wanted to reach down and masturbate as he watched her walk about the room, but he stayed very calm as a plan formed in his mind. He stood up and walked out, grinning slyly to himself.
He came back to the library at closing time, 9 PM, parking across the street so that he could watch the front doors. As the staff exited he strained to see the new librarian - there she was! He followed her with his eyes as she strode briskly to her car. She drove off, him following a safe distance behind. His heart pounded as he drove, he needed to find where she lived so he might watch her in her personal moments. He hoped and wished that her home was going to be accessible for him; what if she lived in a second floor apartment? He'd never see her! What if she lived in a row of houses, neighbors all around - that would be too unsafe for him to prowl and peek at her. So many worries for him as he drove through the night.
She pulled off onto a two lane county road, three towns away from the library. The homes were scattered now, far apart on spacious lots. That was good for him, it gave him room to move without being seen, but the houses were all of two stories. And that meant a bedroom upstairs. He silently cursed his luck, he knew he would never see his new lady in all her glory. Suddenly her car slowed, brake lights glowing as she turned into a driveway. He drove on past where she turned, noting the address - it was a ranch! A one storey ranch house, his dream might come true after all! As he noted the house his optimism rose - it was set far back from the road, trees lined both sides of the property and a patch of woods grew behind the house. Perfect setup for his hobby! He drove on, looking for a safe place to stop and leave his car. Couldn't just park along the road, it might draw attention by nosy neighbors. His luck held as he found a small dirt lot by the entrance to a public park. He drove in and stopped, got out and made his way back toward his target's home.
That was how he thought of her, as his target. She was a goal to be achieved, a gorgeous vision to be viewed at his leisure. Nearing her house he slipped off into the trees and made his cautious way to her backyard. Passing the house he noticed a second car in the drive - she must be married. Lights were on in the living room and kitchen and he could see a person moving around inside. He reached the backyard, staying among the trees. The yard was mostly open ground, some small shrubs near a birdbath. He could see a light fixture over the back door; was it on a motion sensor? He must be careful. Studying the house he noted the back kitchen window, door, small thin window (bathroom? Probably.), then two more sets of double windows. He guessed they were for a bedroom and a guestroom or den. Both sets of windows were dark, maybe his colossal luck was still holding and she hadn't yet gone to change out of her clothes. He crouched in the yard, holding his impatience back, enjoying the thrill of stalking his target. Would he see her tonight?
He waited for almost an hour before anything happened. What the fuck was she doing? He knew this was her house, her car was in the driveway. Come on, slut, get in your bedroom and get naked for me! A light went on in the room at the far corner of the house. He tensed in anticipation - is it her? No, a man was moving around the room, an average looking guy, in decent shape, about forty years old or so. The man gathered up some things from the room and left, leaving the lights on. Soon the lights in the bathroom came on, and then sounds of running water drifted into the night. The husband must be taking a shower, but where is the target?
