Chapter 1 - The Peeper

 

It was a boring evening, intensely boring. With nothing better to do, Kyle set up his telescope and pointed it at the nearest apartment building. He adjusted the sites to sixty power and scanned idly through the lighted windows.

It was early, too early really for anyone to be changing, for anything to be going on in any of the bedrooms. Indeed, most of them were dark anyway. He concentrated mainly on living rooms. These had large, picture windows, so it was more likely he'd spot someone.

Anyone.

Kyle did not have many friends. In fact, he had no friends. He was a very tall, very thin man. He was prematurely bald, and had bad eyes. He wore thick, horn-rimmed glasses that looked like the bottoms of coke bottles, and he had a long scar along the right side of his jaw and a large, ugly birthmark on his left cheek.

He was a rather ugly man, not just on the outside either. His mind was filled with jealousy, anger, and a large degree of self-pity. None of these things were of much help in getting or keeping friends. Not that he much bothered with people anyway.

He focussed on some guy in his undershirt watching TV, trying to figure out what the guy was watching. After a minute he shifted to a woman washing the dishes. She was cute, and he watched for another minute.

He shifted the scope, using the smaller, siting scope to search for lighted windows where movement could be seen. Up high, he spotted considerable movement, so focussed in the main scope.

It was a bedroom window, and as he sighted in he saw several people moving around in it, unusual enough to make him zoom in. He saw now that they were kids. No, well, not little kids perhaps, but teenagers, older teenagers, girls.

There was a mirror on the wall next to the window, and a couple of them were brushing their hair or checking their makeup, or something like that. From time to time one would move away, and another would take her place.

They were pretty damned cute too. Oh, they were young, but they were pretty, and they had bodies that were anything but childish. He watched for several minutes, in his mind, hoping they'd all strip naked and have a lesbian orgy or something.

Wasn't gonna happen, of course, but he could fantasise.

He watched for almost half an hour, but none of them removed her clothes, though one did take off a jacket. She had a sizeable bust beneath, and he licked his lips admiringly. He removed the sixty power eyepiece from the scope and put in a hundred twenty power piece.

The window looked a little dimmer now, but the girls were much larger. He shifted his gaze from one to another as they moved around, wishing he could hear what they were saying, wishing he could see what they did when they moved out of his view.

Some guy came in and hugged one of the girls, then lifted her up in the air. She appeared to be laughing, but it was hard to tell. They guy pulled her over his shoulder, then moved out of sight.

Kyle cursed idly. What was going on? Was the guy groping her or something? Why the hell couldn't they have stayed in sight?

A few seconds later the guy appeared and moved out of the door, disappearing. He focussed on the girls again, a little disappointed. He would've liked to see some hot groping and petting. Not that that was likely to happen with four or five girls in the room.

Eventually they all moved out of the doorway and disappeared. He watched for another little while, before boredom overcame his patience and he moved on, checking other windows. Nothing much was happening, so he closed the window and found something else to do.

He didn't forget that window, though. He kept his eye on it, from time to time moving to the window, picking up his binoculars, and training them on the small square of light to see if anything was moving.

It was two nights later that he caught sight of something of real interest. He quickly opened his window and pointed the telescope there, focussing in tight. It was one of the girls from the other night, a brunette. She was wearing some kind of black shirt, and moving around near the mirror.

He watched for a minute, then she disappeared. He watched again, but lost patience after five minutes and closed the window.

The next night he caught movement again, and pointed the telescope. He saw her moving by the mirror again, then saw her stop and lift her sweater up and off. He licked his lips appreciatively as he saw her breasts push out against some kind of undershirt or chemise.

Her hands went to her lower belly, and then she bent over, shoving her pants down and off. He felt his pulse pick up a bit as he saw her panties, some dark colour. Then she went out of his sight. He cursed angrily, wanting her to take off the rest.

But when she appeared again she was wearing a nightshirt. He snarled unhappily and closed the window.

Night after night he looked periodically at her bedroom window. She seemed to keep the light on all the time, and if there were curtains she didn't use them.

Three nights later she was before the mirror again, lifting off a sweatshirt, shoving down her pants, then reaching up to the window and letting the Venetian blinds down. The blinds were angled so he could still see her, though not as clearly.

He watched as she lifted up the undershirt or chemise she seemed to wear under all her clothes, and saw a white bra underneath. She reached behind her and undid the clasp, then turned and moved away from the window.

He snarled angrily, jamming his eye against the telescope. She appeared again, but he caught only a glimpse before she turned her back to the window. He stared at her naked back, licking his lips, silently urging her to turn around.

She didn't. She pulled on a nightshirt, then bent over, removing her panties. He cursed her viciously and closed the window.

Over the next few weeks he spent more and more time watching the window, even doing it in the early morning, hoping she would be less careful around the window in the daylight. But he caught only flashes and glimpses.

He was becoming more and more angry and frustrated. Every night he spent hours watching her window, knowing she was probably either in the living room watching TV, or laying on her bed reading. Unfortunately, the living room window was around the corner and away from him. He could only see the two bedroom windows on this side of the building, and the other one always had the blind down. Only occasionally did she move within sight of his scope.

One night he caught her dancing before the mirror, swinging and swaying to music he couldn't hear. She danced for only a few seconds before looking at the window, then stepping over and letting the blinds slid down to the bottom. She appeared to think that blocked his view. Maybe she didn't realize that the angle of the blinds let him see right through almost as though the blinds were open.

She continued to dance energetically. He urged her to strip but she didn't. However, after five minutes or so, she stopped. She went over to the window and lifted the blind again, and he cursed. A minute later, though, she picked up a towel, put it over her shoulders, and left the room.

He figured she was going to take a shower or something. He checked his watch, deciding to give her fifteen minutes. Maybe she'd come back in just a dressing gown, then slip it off as she waited for the steam to clear. Maybe she'd comb her hair naked in front of the mirror.

Probably not but...

He went into the other room and something on TV caught his eye. Someone called him on the phone, and he forgot about her for twenty minutes. When he remembered he hurried back to the window. The blind had been lowered again to the bottom, but there was no sign of the girl.

He cursed savagely, imagining her returning in the dressing gown, lowering the blinds for modesty, then removing it. He imagined her dancing naked before the mirror, sliding her hands up and down her body like a stripper would. His mind was filled with anger at himself, and at her.

He waited another half hour, though he knew it was pointless. sure enough, when she came back into the room she was wearing a nightshirt. He snarled and slammed the window closed.

He didn't know how old she was. His sight wasn't clear enough to see her face that precisely. She was cute, though, and young; perhaps a college girl. She was pretty, and had a full, yet slender body.

He dreamed about her standing against the window masturbating, dreamed about her having girlfriends over, or a boyfriend, and having sex right against the mirror,

He started focussing on the front entrance to the building in the late afternoons, when people were coming home from work and school. He spotted quite a few cute little honeys, but for some reason they didn't interest him. It was her he wanted.

He spotted her in a black skirt and jacket, which exited him. It meant she worked in an office, and thus, he knew something more about her than he had. He watched her walking up the street, then turning into the building. He raised the scope to her window, and caught shadows of movement.

For the next week he watched her, continuing to get angry, becoming more and more obsessed. He spotted her getting undressed now every night, for he spent the entire evening at his window.

Finally he was rewarded by the sight of her stripping off her bra and looking at herself in the mirror. He felt his cock thickening and bulging out the front of his pants, and his heart raced as she posed for herself. But she didn't strip off her panties, at least not where he could see, and she moved out of the window a few seconds later.

In his mind she stayed there, fondling her breasts, jamming her fingers into her panties and jerking off, stripping, sitting back against the dresser, spreading her legs and touching herself.

"Bitch," he hissed, seeing her as taunting him.