It would be quite accurate to diagnose the watcher as being obsessed; he was obsessed with the Librarian. After he returned home on the night he first saw her he stayed awake for a long time, viewing porn on the internet and masturbating to orgasm three times. His mind was filled with images of Her, his newest, best target, Her, the gorgeous lady who had stripped and stretched and sucked and fucked for his enjoyment, Her, the one he needed to have.
But how? How to have Her? Could he begin a friendship with Her and attempt to seduce Her? No, he dismissed that idea. He had no confidence in his ability to charm his way into Her pants. How could he be with Her? Murder Her husband – no, he instantly rejected that idea, he was no killer and the thought repelled him. After a long and confused internal argument he bitterly gave up. If there were a way to have Her, he would need to be patient and wait for an idea to occur to him.
In the meantime there was no reason he should not continue to watch Her. First, he needed to secure his routes to and from Her home. He scouted out Her neighborhood and found that he could approach Her backyard through the trees behind Her house. It was a rather extensive bit of forest and he could park on a nearby street, about a half-mile from Her house, walk into the woods and be in her yard completely unseen by anyone. The approach route was perfect. Leaving the scene was equally simple; through the trees, to his car, and away.
That settled he could begin timing Her, studying Her daily routine. He suspended all his other peeping activities and concentrated solely on Her. He would sit at the edge of the trees behind Her house and watch the windows as lights went on and off and as half-perceived forms moved about within the ranch. They were a most energy-efficient couple, he noted; they rarely left a light on if no one was in the room. This made it very easy for him to track their movements. She worked three nights each week at the library and came straight home after work. Friday night was their night out to dinner, and they always came home and made love. She showered in the mornings (he surmised) because he never saw Her shower at night. And as he watched he gathered more data, so that he could always be in place to watch her whenever he wanted. Warren’s activities were noted as well; he was absent every first and third Wednesday from early evening until 11 PM or later. What was he doing? A club function? Therapy? The watcher was curious.
Whether Warren was home or not his wife exercised every night. Sometimes a short workout, sometimes longer, sometimes she wore a body stocking, sometimes she was nude. Those were his favorite times of all, even more than when he watched Her having sex. She was so limber, so lithe, her body could bend and stretch so very easily. She would kneel down and arch her back over and backwards, arms above her head , back and back until Her head touched the floor behind Her feet, Her breasts magnificently full and firm thrusting upwards, nipples hard and brown. He ached to be standing over Her when she did that, so that he might jerk off onto her taut body, watch his load spray out and down onto Her tits, face, and belly. Oh, how he loved watching Her and dreaming of the things he wanted to do to Her.
Watching Her make love was awesome. She loved to fuck and she would writhe and grind and kick and groan and moan and scream Her pleasure. Warren had it made with Her as his wife. She would sometimes suck his dick for half an hour or more, fondling his balls, licking and sucking, humming and slurping. She sometimes made him cum on her tits, sometimes she fellated him as a before-fuck warm up. She reveled in being eaten. Warren would bury his head between Her legs and she would go apeshit! The watcher found this positively too much and came so hard that he sprayed semen up onto his chin. God, this woman was hot!
By careful listening in the library he learned that Her name was Victoria. He rolled the name around in his mind. Victoria. So elegant, so sexy, it fit Her like a latex suit. Victoria and Warren; two white bread, horny lovers.
And they were horny. They had sex three or four times a week. She had several sets of lingerie in various colors and she liked teasing Warren by strutting around in her heels and corset, or lying in wait for him wearing a bustier and nylons. Oh, yes, the watcher had struck the mother lode when he found Her.
One night he was watching them as they lay in bed. Both were naked and they were watching the TV set. From the sounds he heard the watcher assumed that they had rented an “Adult” video. They stared fixedly at the screen, Her hand slowly stroking his cock. The watcher moved quietly along the window to see the TV screen. It was them! They were watching themselves having sex1 Her hair was done differently, Warren’s hair was less salt-and–peppery, so this tape must be several years old. Why, those naughty people! They made home movies – now, how could the watcher get his hands on the tape?
As they watched themselves Vicki became visibly agitated. She parted Her legs and pulled Warren’s hand down to Her crotch. “See how wet I am, baby? Touch me, touch me, make me cum”, she moaned, and he obliged Her. They fondled each other to orgasm as they watched themselves fuck. The tape ended and they embraced and joined for a good hard hump. “We should make another movie, baby, please let’s do another one”, she begged. The watcher’s attention peeked. This could be very interesting, and it gave him and idea.
The next day the watcher visited his local mall and made several purchases. He returned home and set out his packages on his living room floor. He read each instruction manual, assembled each item with infinite care and patience, studied and pored over his newest toys. At night’s end he carefully gathered everything up into a backpack, each item stowed in its special place. He had a new and very delightful plan – why hadn’t he thought of it before? So many wasted opportunities! But never again. Never again would he lose a chance to capture his target forever. He went to bed happy, but very excited about his planned excursion for Friday night.
Friday came and he spent the day in restless anticipation. His watching was being taken to a new level that night and he went over his plan several times looking for flaws or improvements. What if Vicki and Warren changed their plans? What if they closed the shades (as had happened several times)? What if they didn’t make love? What if he, the watcher, was caught watching?
