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Archive name: peeping.txt
Authors name: Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)
Story title : Peeping Cop

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Peeping Cop 
by Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)

***

Steve comes home from his 3-11 shift and remembers that 
the garbage needs to be taken out to the curb for 
morning pick up. As he walks through the narrow space 
between his house and his neighbor to retrieve the 
trash can, a light comes on in a bedroom in the 
neighbors' house. What happens next is the basis of 
this story. Read on! (Mf-teen, voy, mast)

***

Steve cursed at the late night traffic as he crawled 
from intersection to intersection. "Damn Tourists!" he 
snarled aloud. Being a police officer in a beach town, 
he knew that this holiday weekend signaled the un-
official start to summer vacations. 

While he had no real problem with tourists in general, 
their lack of knowledge of area roads made traffic tie 
ups common. All Steve wanted to do was get home and 
strip off this damn bullet proof vest and uniform! The 
vest made life hell for cops in the summer heat, but 
the alternative to not wearing it balanced out the 
discomfort.

Finally Steve turned into his driveway and allowed 
himself to relax. Another day safely home, and another 
day closer to retirement. At 44 years of age, he could 
retire in another two years, as he had started on the 
department at the tender age of 21. Twenty Five years 
would draw a good pension, and even though he knew he'd 
miss it, he had no intention of sticking around law 
enforcement any longer than he had to.

After a long shower and a few cold beers, Steve settled 
into his recliner to watch Sports center.

Then he remembered that the trash ran in the morning, 
and he had already missed it two weeks in a row. 
Throwing on his robe, he decided to do it while he was 
thinking about it, because lately he had become 
forgetful concerning trivial chores. Part of that he 
could blame on the encounter he had recently with his 
sister-in-law.

After losing his wife Erin two years prior, her sister 
Becky had become a regular visitor to his home.

But two weeks ago she had caught him masturbating (See 
"Was It Cheating" in Directory 28) and an awkward 
moment had passed between them. Now she only came by 
when he was not home to do his laundry or leave 
leftovers for him. Taking out the trash was another 
chore she had performed weekly, and now he realized how 
much he had come to depend upon her. 

Steve went out the back door and began to wheel the 
trash can towards the front curb. His house was built 
in the 1950's, and the high price of beach property 
forced people to build close to each other. There was 
only 6 feet between his home and his neighbors. Pushing 
the can as quietly as he could, he was startled when a 
light flicked on to his right. 

Freezing, Steve saw his neighbor Frank carrying a box 
into the spare bedroom. Steve knew the house well 
enough, having been inside it a hundred times over the 
years. 

Funny, he had never realized that Frank kept his blinds 
open between their homes. Then again, how would he? He 
had never been out here at night. Steve didn't move 
until Frank left the room and switched off the light. 
No sense in scaring the shit out of him! Steve would 
have fun teasing Frank about this when he saw him 
again! 

After pushing the can to the curb, Steve began to make 
his way back through the narrow walkway. The sand was 
still warm from the summer heat, and it felt good on 
his bare feet. Steve caught a whiff of the ocean breeze 
and paused for a moment to bask in the moment. The 
reason he lived on the beach was to relish these 
moments. Nature gave him pause to escape the days un-
pleasant events, and even a simple moment such as this 
was a treasure to a mans soul.

Another light flicked on just then, and Steve saw that 
it was coming from the bedroom of Frank's 15 year old 
daughter Misty. He made note of her room instinctively, 
a force of habit in his line of work. Misty was a sweet 
girl, blonde and lean and budding into a beautiful 
young woman. 

Steve saw that Misty had also recently showered, as she 
was wearing a towel on her head and another wrapped 
around her body. As he watched her, Misty sat at her 
desk and flipped through some CD's. She then logged on 
to her computer, and Steve decided it was time to get 
back inside his own house for a few more cold beers and 
perhaps some net surfing of his own.

A few weeks passed, and Steve forgot about that 
night.... until Frank came over one morning to ask that 
Steve keep an eye on his place while he and his wife 
drove up north for a week. "Misty will be here, but if 
you could just check in on her once in a while, we 
would be grateful" Frank had said.

Steve had happily agreed, and the next night he arrived 
home from work and knocked on Misty's door before going 
into his own house. Misty answered the door and invited 
him in, offering him one of her dad's beers. Steve 
drank it down and made idle chit chat before excusing 
himself to go home. 

"Hey, don't forget that tomorrow is trash day," Steve 
reminded Misty before he left.

"Oh, yeah. Okay Steve. I'll get ours now!" Misty said 
with a smile.

"Well, let's just do it now while we are thinking about 
it!" Steve laughed. So the two of them went to the back 
of their homes and began pushing the cans through the 
opening between the houses. 

"Wow, this is spooky!" Misty said. 

"Why is that?" Steve asked.

"Because there is like, no room in here!" Misty 
answered. They passed by Misty's bedroom, and her light 
was on. The entire room was visible to them both. 

Misty turned back to Steve, who was behind her, and 
said "Good thing I'm not in there getting dressed, 
cause you would be able to see me!" 

Steve laughed and said "Keep moving lady, you're 
holding up traffic!"

Several days later, Misty dropped by to inform Steve 
that she was hosting a sleep over with several of her 
friends, and wanted him to know that the music "might" 
be a bit loud that night.

Steve thanked her, and said he appreciated the gesture, 
but he would be up late anyways, so she need not worry. 
Sure enough, Steve could hear the bass thumping well 
past 3 a.m., and even the occasional laughter of teen 
girls. But by the time he retired at 4 a.m., there was 
no noise from next door.

At noon the following day, Steve awoke to a knock at 
his back door. It was odd to have anyone knock on the 
back, so he was curious to see who it was. There stood 
Misty, clad in a bikini and looking stunning! 

"Hey Steve!" she called out.

"Well, I'm surprised to see you up this early," Steve 
said with a smile.

"Yea, well, we didn't stay up to late," Misty said. 
"Anyways, I'm going to Amber's for the day, so I wanted 
you to know that I won't be home until midnight."

"That's fine Misty. I hope you have fun!" Steve 
replied. 

"Cool Beans Steve! Oh yea, don't forget to take the 
trash out!" Misty said with a smile and a wink. Then 
she was off, and Steve watched her bounce down the 
steps, her perfect little Lolita ass hugging her thong 
bikini bottom like a vise grip. Steve thought that some 
day, some lucky little dick will be blessed with the 
chance to fuck that sweet thing.

**

Later that night, Steve returned home from his 3-11 
shift as usual. He showered, drank a cold beer, and 
settled in to watch some TV. Then he remembered what 
Misty had said about taking out the trash. 

"Better do it now," he grumbled to himself. Steve 
grabbed the can and began pushing it down the path way, 
not noticing until he came to her window that Misty was 
home and in her room. Suddenly he realized that her 
window sill was raised, so his approach had to have 
been heard. 

He paused, then looked into her bedroom through the 
window. There stood Misty, her back to him, standing 
before her desk. Clad in a towel, she slowly turned 
towards the window.... facing him. Her eyes seemed to 
meet his, although there was no way she could see him. 

Steve felt his heart beating in his throat, seemingly 
choking him. His knees became weak and un-sure. His 
cock stiffened before he even realized what was 
happening. His mouth grew dry and his heart beat 
thumped in his ears.

Misty slowly removed her towel, her eyes never leaving 
the window. Her pert young breasts sprang into view, 
and Steve was helpless to look away. Those tiny, yet 
perfect tits were mere feet away, and her nipples 
hardened before his eyes. The towel dropped completely, 
and Steve could see Misty's pussy, with a light patch 
of blonde hair that barely covered it. 

His cock now screamed for release, as Misty sank back 
onto her bed. With her pussy facing the window, Misty 
slowly began to finger herself, moaning loud enough for 
Steve to hear. As the young teen intensified her 
masturbation, Steve found his hand on his cock doing 
the same. 

As his mind tried to stop this, he spied an object in 
Misty's left hand. Misty took the object and thrust it 
deeply into her wet, virgin cunt. When Steve saw the 
object, and heard her screams of pleasure, he himself 
came. Rope after rope of his hot sperm shot against 
Misty's bedroom window, some of it going inside the 
open sill and into the room itself. 

**

One week later: Frank is pushing his trash can down the 
path when he sees that Steve's is parked in the way. He 
attempts to move it, but it will not roll. Upon closer 
inspection, Frank finds that one of the wheel axles is 
missing. Looking around, Frank can not find it. 
"Strange" he thinks "Where could a 6-inch long axle 
disappear to?" 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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Kristen's collection - Directory 28