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Archive name: watcher.txt (FF, 1st-lesbian expr, voy)
Authors name: Elliemae (jpootmuffin@aol.com)
Story title : Watcher, The

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The Watcher (FF, 1st-lesbian expr, voy)
by Elliemae (jpootmuffin@aol.com)

***

A lonely spinster exercises by moonlight, until she 
discovers she has a peeper.

***

Jenny loved her routine of exercising nightly. She had 
discovered aerobics like many women do, on TV. Ordering 
exercise tapes had been fun and she loved the Richard 
Simmons ones. Sweating To The Oldies Part ll her 
favorite. 

She had the maintenance man from school connect her VCR 
and TV to her stereo, so that she got great audio, and on 
the big screen TV she had treated herself to, she felt as 
though she was in the same room with the performer. The 
trouble started when she got the letter.

Jenny was a high school teacher. She had graduated from 
Valdosta College with honors. Teaching was something she 
had always wanted to do. She had worked so hard while in 
school, she hadn't had time for dating or boys. Not that 
she wouldn't have loved to have had one. 

The fact was that no one had really seemed interested in 
her. Her weight was over two hundred pounds, and she just 
wasn't very attractive. She had paid little attention to 
her looks. Oh, she washed her hair daily, but seldom 
rolled it. Her make up was well appointed but never the 
right colors. She could have used a mother's help in 
several areas of feminine hygiene, but her mother had 
died when Jenny was just five. 

Her father had tried his best to help her, but working 
two jobs, he was just happy to put her through school. 
She had taken the job of English teacher at Bearden High 
School in Knoxville Tennessee. A slightly plump, more 
than slightly unattractive twenty-three year old woman. 
She was miserable. That is until she found the videos. 
She began losing pounds almost with the first one. 

Her exercise regiment was done with the same attacking 
passion she had approached school with. Almost without 
her noticing she had lost sixty-five pounds! With an all 
new wardrobe she began going to the local beauty parlor, 
perms and make-up changing her appearance drastically. 
She looked and felt good for the first time in her life. 
Then the letter.

The letter had said; 

[I watch you exercise through the window. I like to watch 
you.

I'll be watching you again tonight.]

The idea that someone was hiding in her heavily wooded 
back yard watching her, invading her privacy! She had 
never thought to pull the drapes. The exercise caused 
her to perspire heavily and she assumed no one could see
her. Leaving the drapes open allowed the cool breeze to
slip around her body. She always wore her leotards, so 
she certainly wasn't being lewd. 

Most of the next day was spent in fear of the watcher. 
That night she didn't exercise at all. Choosing instead 
to sit in the dark, peering out into the back yard. Her 
heart pounding in her chest, she slept very little.

Checking her mail box after a rough day at school, she 
felt her knees wobble when she saw the note. It was curt 
and to the point.

[I came to see you. Why didn't you exercise for me? Don't 
you like to have me watch? I have your precious cat. If 
you refuse me the pleasure of watching you tonight, I 
will hurt the cat. I will hurt the cat badly. The same 
way you are hurting me.]

She sat at her kitchen table crying softly. She had 
looked everywhere, the cat was gone. She could call the 
police, but that wouldn't bring the cat back. The only 
thing left in her life to love was that cat. Her father
had passed away the year before and the cat was the last 
thing he had ever given her.

*

At eight sharp, she opened the drapes and turned on the 
video. Trying to block out of her mind the fact that 
someone was out there in the back yard watching her, she 
began to work. The video ran it's thirty minute work out, 
and she danced the routines to perfection. The next 
morning she checked the mail box for another note. 
Desperately hoping for some word on her lost cat. The 
note was there.

[I really liked watching you last night. I want to see 
more. I still have the cat. It's being well taken care 
of. Tonight I want to see you without the top. You may 
wear the tight bottoms, but I want to see your breast 
move as you dance. Don't call the cops, or the cat will 
die.]

Deciding to call in sick, because she felt really sick, 
Jenny sat staring at the walls in her home. No one had 
ever seen her nude. Now this person, this vile person 
wanted to see her breast. Not just a quick look, no, they 
wanted to watch her breast bouncing and moving as she did 
her work out! Could she do this? Even to save the life of 
her small sweet kitty? She had too! She could see no 
other choice. 

If she called the police the note said her cat would be 
killed. Her yard was wooded and blended with the wooded 
lot on the back side of her property. The cops might not 
even be able to catch the guy with all that foliage, at 
night. And if they didn't, her cat would die!

*

The day went fast, way too fast! It was eight o'clock and 
time for her nightly work out. She pulled the drapes 
open, turned on the TV and pushed the play button on the 
VCR. The stereo began blaring the music, louder then 
usual it seemed. 

Jenny began to workout and slowly, with her eyes closed, 
pulled the tank top up and off, baring her breast to her 
watcher. Jenny kept her eyes closed as she moved to the 
beat. Beads of sweat rolled down her chest, between her 
breasts, dripping to the floor. Finally the half hour 
tape expired and she quickly covered up, pulling the 
drapes closed, blocking out the night and the bushes and 
the watcher.

The next morning, with the sun shinning on the world, 
Jenny raced to her mailbox. She found the note as she had 
expected. It read;

[You were wonderful! I must see more! Tonight you shall 
dance nude for me. I don't want to hurt your cat. I love 
you. After you dance tonight, the cat will be left at the 
front door. Please don't disappoint me. I'll be watching.]

"He loves me!" She thought.

"This guy must be nuts! If he thinks for one minute that 
I'll take off my clothes and dance around for him at the 
window, he's crazy. I'll admit that dancing topless wasn't 
all that bad. I even sort of liked the naughty feeling it 
gave me, but totally nude! It's out of the question. He 
did say that he didn't want to hurt my kitty, and that he 
would leave it at the front door if I did. Would I be rid 
of him after tonight if I did? Probably not. No this guy 
wasn't going to go away on his own, but if I got my kitty 
back, I could call the police without fear. I have to do 
it. I just have to do it." She reasoned.

That night she opened the drapes, already topless. After 
the first song of the workout she slipped the tights down 
her thighs and flipped them onto the couch. She stood 
nude facing the window, daring the watcher to look. 
Turning slowly she allowed him to see all of her new 
improved body. She even felt a thrill as she turned her 
bottom to his gaze. She liked showing off her 
accomplishment in weight loss. 

"If he had seen me earlier in the workout process, say 
six month's ago, he would be amazed!" She thought 
happily.

"God! I think I like showing off my body. I must be as 
sick as he is!" She grimaced.

Still she felt a twinge of regret as the tape ended and 
she pulled the drapes closed. Pulling on a robe she moved 
to the front door, opened it and let the cat in. Pinned 
to his collar was another note. She pulled it free and 
anxiously opened it, wanting to read his critique of her 
performance.

[You are beautiful! I know you don't want to keep doing 
this but I can't quit. Please let me continue to watch 
you at night. No one but you and I know about this, and 
that needn't change.

Dance for me tonight. Please. I love you.]

She went to school deep in thought. Unsure if she wanted 
to call the police or not. She wasn't even sure if she 
was going to dance for the watcher again or not. 
Something inside her told her to do it, even though she 
knew it was wrong. It was a problem that bothered her all 
day and up to the time when she opened the drapes and 
plugged in the tape.

She decided not to dance with Richard Simmons and just 
move slowly to the music while her watcher admired her 
body. She even let the show go until nine-thirty, thirty 
minutes longer than usual. As she closed the drapes she 
let her fingers wander over her aroused womanhood, 
something she had never done before. She enjoyed her 
first climax that night. And her second. When she got to 
the mailbox, her note was waiting.

[You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I want to 
touch you. Leave the door open for me tonight after your 
workout. Close your eyes and lay back on the couch. I 
will come in and touch you with my hands and my mouth. I 
want to make you climax. Then I will leave. I will not 
come back unless you leave me a note, asking me too.]

Jenny read the note several times trying to make the 
words on the paper change. Surely he didn't expect her to 
really let him waltz into her house and feel her up! 

"God! This guy is a weirdo! He can't believe that I'd do 
such a thing! If I let him come in and play house with my 
body, what kind of a woman would I be?" She thought. 

"I mean sure I enjoyed showing my body to an imaginary 
lover, but this is reality. Not some abstract watcher 
looking in my window while I dance naked. On the other 
hand, I've never had a man. Would I like to have someone 
touch me and kiss me/ someone I had never seen. I could, 
with my imagination, believe him to be anyone. Like he 
said, no one would know about it, except me and him. It 
could be rather interesting. 

"If he was going to hurt me he could have done that at 
any time with the window open and all. He admires me and 
wants to be closer to me. If he was worldly he wouldn't 
be peeking in back windows. No, I think he is as in-
experienced as I am. What's the harm of two very curious 
people exploring their sexuality? Maybe I'll just do it 
this time. Just this one time. No one would ever have to 
know." She reasoned, as she slid her fingers into the 
folds of her vagina, stroking herself towards another 
pleasant climax.

*

That night at eight sharp, the music blared and Jenny 
danced. Tonight she danced the dance of a virgin being 
sacrificed at the altar of lust. She swayed to the music, 
thrusting her pelvis toward the window and the darkness 
beyond. She lifted her breast with her hands and licked 
at the tender nipples. Her head lolled back as she felt 
the wetness beginning to trickle down her thighs. She 
turned off the stereo and laid back on the couch, having 
unlocked the front door earlier. Squeezing her eyes 
tightly shut she waited, barely breathing, to hear the 
approach of her admirer.

She could hear the door open and close. Hear the 
approaching footsteps in the hall. She fought to keep her
eyes closed as she felt his presence in the room, felt 
the heat of his gaze on her body. Then she quivered as she
felt the soft tentative touch of his fingers on her 
breasts. 

The soft hands moved over her breast and down. Down to 
the fleece covering the molten center of her passion. 
Down into the moist folds of her vagina. She held her 
breath as the lips kissed a trail from her nipples to her 
navel and then jerked with passion as his tongue licked 
around her engorged clit.

"Oh god," she moaned, as the tongue brought her closed 
and closer to a mind blowing, gut wrenching climax. When 
the tide of passion overwhelmed her, she fainted, awaking 
to find her lover gone, and a note waiting for her, 
pressed gently between her breasts.

[You are truly beautiful. Please let me come to you again. 
I will not bother you again, unless you leave the flag up 
on your mailbox. If you want me raise the flag, and I'll 
be at your window at eight. Just leave the door unlocked 
and I will come to you.]

*

Jenny slept late. "Thank God it's Saturday! I've never 
felt anything like that before! What's becoming of me? 
I've lost all respect for myself. Letting a stranger have 
his way with me. This has got to stop! Not tonight 
though. I've got to find out what he looks like. Tonight 
I open my eyes, tonight I want to feel it all! Yes once 
more! Just once more. Tonight." She vowed. She lifted the 
flag on the mailbox and left for school.

Again she danced the dance of lust. She laid on the couch 
and waited. She felt the soft touch of hands roaming over 
her body, felt the gentle flick of the tongue at her 
cunt. Felt the growing tide of passion taking control of 
her very being.

"Now! It's got to be now or never!" She vowed as she 
opened her eyes and looked down at her lover.

"No! Stop! Not you!" She wailed as the climax began to 
boil over from her loins. She could only jerk with 
passion as she came hard staring into the eyes of Helen 
Jenson. 

"No Helen! We can't do this! You are one of my best 
students! Don't ruin it like this! Please stop! She 
begged.

Helen just smiled, and lowered her head into the vee 
between Jenny's thighs. Sucking up the female juice that 
lingered there. Moaning her passion.

Jenny watched Helen moving to the music. She was lovely, 
a little pudgy perhaps, but nothing that the tapes 
wouldn't cure. She tapped her foot impatiently waiting 
for her turn to dance. Helen smiled at her, slowly 
licking her lips to a glossy wetness, her eyes filled 
with the promise of sexual pleasure to come.

Jenny sighed, slipping her tights down, and off.

"Well she is my student. I should be the one to teach 
her. Helen, come here and lick me. My beautiful darling, 
eat my pussy!"

END

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