~The following has themes of mind-altering drugs, please be advised and do not read if you take offense~
~I want to thank HMAuthor AGAIN for their conscientious editing that has brought this story out of its passive state and to its glory. Great editing on their part, as always. :) ~
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"It's such a fucking hot day out!" Zoey remarked, fanning herself with the mail she carried up the steps towards her door.
Nathan turned from where he stood at his apartment door to throw Zoey a friendly smile. "So it is! How have you been, Zoe?"
"Oh you know, bills need paying, work sucks, mother won't stop calling every five minutes. How have you been?" She reached her apartment door placing a hand on the knob, waiting for his response.
"Basically the same." He noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, meaning that she probably threw the cute little yellow sundress on just to go and fetch the mail.
"I hope life starts treating you better." She smiled, turning away.
"Hey!" He grabbed her arm before she could disappear into her apartment. "What do you say you and Troy come over to my place for dinner tonight?"
"That means I don't have to cook, and that's alright with me!" She laughed, a full head-thrown-back laugh. "What time?"
"Around six, sound good?" Nathan realized he was still holding her arm and forced himself to let go of it.
"Sounds great. See you then." She gave a short wave before entering the doorway and shutting the door.
He continued to fiddle with his keys until he found the right one, inserted it into the keyhole and entered his own apartment. Quickly, he relocked the door before taking off his heavy leather jacket. Kicking off his shoes and tossing his keys into the dish he kept nearby, he flipped on the lights. He knew he shouldn't have invited her over again so soon, but her bra-less state forced him to. He tried to recreate the shape of her body in the little yellow sundress with his mind, but decided he just needed to see it firsthand.
The apartment was set up as a single hallway with numerous doors on the left hand side that led to the various rooms. The apartment next door, Zoey and Troy's, was set up in the exact same fashion, but mirrored. The very last door in the hallway led to the bedroom, and Nathan found himself walking towards it in a trance. He shouldn't look so soon. He shouldn't. He knew that. But he couldn't help it. She looked so beautiful in that little yellow sundress with her dirty blonde hair in beachy waves. The door to this room was locked with a security code; he couldn't risk just anyone happening across his collection. It was kept on permanent lockdown.
Inside his bedroom, a single cot was kept against a wall, and the two windows were covered with thick black curtains. The rest of the room was dedicated to his hobby. He had seven TV screens lined up on a desk that ran the entire length of the far wall. A single desk-chair on wheels sat in the dead center with a keyboard in front of it. He sat in the chair and began typing away on the keyboard.
Up onto each of the screens popped live streams of rooms similar to his. One TV had a view of an empty hallway. Another one had the view of a well furnished living room, in which a young man was seated on a couch wearing a headset and punching away on a game controller. The third had a view of a kitchen, where a slim woman wearing a bright yellow sundress had her head in the fridge and appeared to be looking for something. The fourth had an opposing view of the kitchen, where a little nook space had been set up with a circular table and two chairs. The fifth TV screen had a view of an empty office space. The sixth, a bathroom and the seventh, the biggest screen set in the center, had a view of the bedroom.
Nathan watched the screen streaming the kitchen feed intently. After finding what she was looking for, a can of vegetable juice, Zoey stood and closed the fridge door. Popping open the can she called out, "Hey Troy, we're going over to Nathan's for dinner tonight."
"WHAT? Babe, I can't hear you. I'm playing a game right now." The man sitting in the living room, Troy, didn't turn his eyes away from the television in front of him as he yelled.
Nathan snickered from his seat. He couldn't understand how a man could play video games when he had the beautiful Zoey. If he had Zoey, really had Zoey, not just live stream of her, he would spend ever waking moment of his life pleasing her.
Zoey gulped down the juice and set the small empty can on a nearby counter before gliding out of the kitchen and out of view of the camera. There was a momentary lapse before she reappeared in the hallway screen. She stopped at the doorway closest to the front door, the doorway to the living room. "I said we're going to Nathan's tonight for dinner."
"Why? That guy gives me the creeps." Troy kept his eyes on the game. "No, not you. But you give me the creeps too." He turned his head away letting it be known he was speaking to someone over the headset.
"I don't care, he's a nice guy. Just be ready by six to go over. I'm gonna take a shower." And with that, Zoey pushed off from leaning on the doorway and started back down the hallway. As she walked, she peeled the yellow sundress over her head, proving Nathan's suspicions of being completely bare underneath. For a moment, her figure came into the opposing view of the kitchen as she walked, carrying the sundress, past the circular table. Nathan saw the flying form of the yellow fabric shoot through the large screen of the bedroom as she threw the sundress onto the floor and finally walked into the bathroom.
Nathan had memorized her shower routine. She would sit on the edge of the tub, turn the knob for the hot water all the way over to full blast, turn the cold water knob just a touch, pull the tap to switch the water to the shower head and then stand in front of the mirror and examine herself while the water heated up.
He often wondered what she was thinking, looking in that mirror at her naked body. He wondered if she realized how beautiful she was, with her flowing thick hair, shimmering blue eyes, full lips and dark lashes. He wondered if she realized how sexy she was, with her slim figure, apple shaped breasts, tan skin and shapely legs. He doubted it, considering she was always trying new diets, new exercise plans, new make-up trends, new hair styles and colors.
After a few minutes, Zoey dropped her staring contest with the mirror and climbed into the shower, closing the sheer curtain as she did. Nathan leaned forward in his seat, pressed a single button on his keyboard and enjoyed the new view that the bathroom screen took; a view of the inside of the shower. She always faced away from the shower stream, and so she always faced the camera head on. When he had first installed the cameras, he became paranoid that she might spot this one specifically, because it was in such close proximity and literally right in front of her face. Yet, the size proved reliable in camouflage ability. To her, it must have appeared to be a black speck on the wall. Fascinating nano-technology these cameras were.
Nathan knew that she always started with her arms, lathering them up with the expensive soap she always bought that smelled of coconuts and oranges. After her arms, she would rub the puff ball over her neck and down her chest, over her cute breasts to her flat stomach and all the way down each leg. Then she would turn away from the camera and into the stream of water from the shower to rinse all of the suds off, and then repeat the exact same action. Once she was satisfied with her front being clean, she would work on her back, then her hair, and then she would shave. She always shaved her armpits first, then her legs, and then her pussy very carefully and slowly. Nathan really enjoyed watching her shave her most private regions, because sometimes she would touch herself afterward.
He wanted to touch himself while watching her lather herself up, but he knew he would have her soon enough and fought back the urge. He did unzip and undo his pants and release his aching cock, though, just to give it some room to breath.
That day was an exception though, for as soon as she finished shaving, she hopped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the nearby rack. She dried herself off as she exited the bathroom and went into the bedroom, and then put her hair up in a twist with the towel. Nathan watched her dig through her bra and panties drawer, a drawer that he had memorized the organization of, and pull out a matching baby pink set with little bows. The bra lifted her ample breasts and created a good amount of cleavage, and the panties rode high on her hips and slipped between the crack of her ass to leave little to the imagination. She then glided over to the closet where she pulled out a simple, short sleeved black dress that ended about two inches above her knees. Once she was dressed, she picked up a thick novel from her desk and flopped onto her bed to begin reading.
Looking at his watch, Nathan realized he should start dinner if he wanted to be finished by six. He turned off the screens, put his cock away, left the room and locked it before heading to the kitchen. He would prepare her favorite pasta, as he always did when she came over.
