It was a rare occasion to see Jonathan without his camera. He had gotten his first Polaroid camera at the age of five within the first half hour he had cleared through the two packs of instant film his parents had brought him. It had been an agonising wait until 27th December when his father was finally able to take him out to the shops and load up on some more. "Go easy this time." His father had intoned. They had to return two days later for more film.
At sixteen, he had asked everyone for money, nothing else just cold, hard cash. He knew what he got for his birthday would not be enough so he doubled his newspaper route to scrap even more together. At nine thirty one on the morning of his birthday Jonathan had stepped into the camera store and purchased his first SLR camera, a Canon EOS 10. His father handed the reins of the garden shed over to him as well and both worked to quickly convert it into a makeshift darkroom. Jonathan's passion grew and grew.
The first time had been nothing more than luck. He had simply been in the right place at the right time. Jonathan had been in the bushes trying to capture the sunlight as it reflected through the leaves he had already reeled off one roll of film and had started to snap away on roll two when the door to his neighbour's back door had opened. Mrs Gardner stepped out resplendent in hair rollers and a house coat. Jonathan had slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle the laugh. Mrs Gardner, glam mom of the block would never dream of being caught without her hair perfectly bouffant and make up layered on thicker than wall plaster. Yet here she was caught off guard. He could not help himself he focused in quickly and snapped a couple of shots. She hung a few pieces of washing on the line, Jonathan snapped away.
As she stretched up the house coat became looser around her waist. Finally in her frustration Mrs Gardner undid the belt to the house coat opening it just enough for Jonathan to see that she was naked underneath. His finger did not leave the camera button. Mrs Gardner adjusted the housecoat and tied it tighter around her waist before heading back in doors. Developing the film had been agonisingly slow but so worth it. He stood half bent over the table a 10x 8 picture of Mrs Gardner splayed out before him, her breasts were hidden but he could see enough of the swell to imagine the rest but her full bush was fully on show a dark pubic mass belying her blonde hair on her head. His first time over the picture was over in a couple of minutes, the second and third time he worked himself slower.
The neighbourhood opened up to him without it realising a voyeur was now amongst them. Jonathan had to work in daylight. His attempts at night prowling had ended with reels of blurry shots due to the poor light and lack of flash. Patience came hard but the rewards were sometimes truly astounding. Naked flesh was all around him if he looked in the right window or was patient outside the right garden. Mrs Gardner had been at first the main source of his shots, behind closed doors and with no one about she would walk about naked. Jonathan no longer had to wonder what her breasts looked like.
Mrs Timber was the resident loner. She came out of her house for shopping and church. Everyone liked her as she always had something good to say. The first time Jonathan had caught her in her living room he had failed to take any pictures. Mrs Timber had been on the sofa, legs splayed beneath a long dress one hand held a large vibrator and was working her vagina un-mercilessly. Jonathan had left his own mark beneath the window.
The more he looked the more he found. Some homes he gave up on others he knew were good and at what times. His college work had begun to fall behind. Project after project went unfinished as his obsession grew.
The day he got the second hand zoom lens had started off well. He had decided to forgo his stash of neighbour pictures and for a taste of something different had turned to a copy of Fiesta magazine. With head clear and ball sack equally empty Jonathan set to work on attempting to catch up on his coursework.
Within a couple of hours he had grown listless with the work. From his bedroom window the sounds of summer drifted in on breezes, teasing him with warmth and smells. He stood up from his small work desk and looked through the window. A lazy weekday, nearly everyone was at work or school, heat haze shimmered on the pavements and roads and Jonathan cursed himself for being so far behind on his work. His families back garden was separated from the neighbours opposite by a small walkway and a low fence on either side. Their Scottish terrier lay flat in the doorway that led to the kitchen. Jonathan grabbed his trusty camera and slipped the zoom into place with a satisfying click. For second hand it was not too bad, it picked up the terrier just fine its face filling most of the frame. The dogs head picked up and turned, a voice carried to Jonathan on the breeze, in the view finder the dog barked and a split second later Jonathan heard it.
He raised the camera pulling back on the zoom. A woman's out of focus face filled the frame then the auto focus kicked in bringing reality back. Mrs Spinks was leaning forward talking to the dog a look of glee on her face, the dogs barking could clearly be heard through the window. Mrs Spinks stood up and again the camera blurred before righting itself, it took him a moment to realise what he was now seeing. Pulling the zoom back a bit more confirmed it. Mrs Spinks was topless. A mother of four, one of them Jonathans current girlfriend and the main reason he had steered his camera away from her, but now, oh god right now he could not take his eyes off her. Her breasts were larger than he could have imagined, they hung heavy and were globes of pale white topped with large dark areola and thick nipples. Hannah's were nothing compared to these. He swung the lens down slowly across her round stomach and cursed himself when the lens landed on biscuit coloured shorts.
He raised the lens again and quickly found focus onto those breasts. His cock was straining at his jeans as he snapped one then another picture. Why was she just stood there like that? He wondered and lowered the camera. The blood rushed from his head, he felt for certain that he was going to faint. Mrs Spinks was stood staring directly at him, he had leaned further out of his window than he had realised. He pulled himself back in and crouched low, somehow expecting that doing so would make him invisible and the past minute or so erased from the history books. After five minutes or so and due to the cramp that had started to spread through both legs Jonathan lifted himself up and peered over the window sill. The back door was closed, no dog and no Mrs Spinks. He quickly scanned the other windows but saw nothing.
When the doorbell rang a small girlish yelp escaped Jonathan's mouth. His mind raced with thoughts the worst and most recurring one was of an enraged Mrs Spinks calling her husband at work to go deal with the peeping tom across the way. The bell rang again, and now he was certain Mr Spinks stood there with a very rusty knife and a very nasty disposition. Mrs Spinks voice called through the letter box, "Jonathan love I know you're in there come to the door." He stood frozen, a cold sweat across his face.
Each step down the stairs was agonising at the bottom stair he could see through the front doors frosted glass the outline of Mrs Spinks he swallowed hard hearing his dry throat click. He had expected, had actually readied himself for a barrage of abuse, the smile and sad look in her eyes threw him completely. She was in the house and heading for the kitchen before he had time to open his mouth and attempt a hoarse 'hello'.
He walked into the kitchen. Mrs Spinks was sat at the dining table a denim shirt covering her top half with all but the top three buttons done up. Brunette hair slightly curly at the ends ran across her shoulders and down her back, she had not bothered to apply any make up. He went to say sorry but was stopped by the raised hand of Mrs Spinks, "Firstly that was rude of you," He nodded emphatically and again attempted to say sorry but once more the raised hand cut him off, "Secondly it's embarrassing for both of us, imagine what it would be like if your parents were told," He didn't want to cry he wanted to remain strong but his eyes were filling up and he could feel his bottom lip quivering. "What would happen if Hannah found out?" His head went light, stars burst before his eyes. He sat down at the table and held his head in his hands a puddle of tears forming on the wooden table top.
Jonathan felt Mrs Spinks stand up a moment later her arms wrapped round him in a gentle hug. He felt the weight of her breasts on the back of his head. "I would not dream of telling Hannah," She said in a low soothing voice. "She thinks a lot of you. We cannot shut her up half the time." Jonathan's tears started to subside, his breathing slowing as he started to gather himself up. "And do not go telling her that I know that the two of you are having sex." He sat bolt up right or as much as he could, his head knocking back into the breasts behind. Two minutes ago the blood had drained form his face now it ran back with a vengeance. Mrs Spinks laughed, "Come on Jonathan do you think I am that stupid, or Graham for that matter?" Graham was Mr Spinks, father of Hannah. "The both of you make enough noise." Jonathan's mouth dropped open, words were meant to be coming out instead there was an odd raspy noise. Mrs Spinks peered round and looked down at Jonathan a smile across her face. "Oh to be young once again!" She said with a sigh followed by a small chuckle as she released Jonathan from the hug.
She was moving upstairs before Jonathan could stop her, he followed quickly behind. In his bedroom Mrs Spinks held his camera in one hand the other fiddled with the zoom. He waited for her to find the film release switch, waited to watch the camera's back flip open and expose the negative. "Have you photographed Hannah?" She asked.
