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The Nite Lite
by Steve-O (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com)

***

Being a late night jogger can have benefits if you know 
where to look. When the jogging path takes you behind 
an apartment complex, you simply look for the lights in 
the windows. (Mf, ped, voy)

***

I had never considered myself a 'Peeping Tom' before 
that late Autumn night in Oak Hill, W.V.

If anything, I considered myself to be a normal, 
healthy, law abiding man. I guess we never know who we 
are for sure!

My name is Aaron, and I'm a 40 year old white male. 

I was working the 3 p.m. to 11 p.m. shift at the 
Fayetteville Dam that night. I had recently broken up 
with my 26 year old girlfriend after a two year 
relationship. Although things were never good between 
us, the sex had always been great. But, sex is not 
love, and we both decided that splitting up was the 
best thing to do. Of course, when you are my age, 
getting to bang a 26 year old WAS pretty close to 
love... or Heaven!

Being used to having sex every day, I was often horny 
and frustrated when I'd arrive home after work. I would 
jack off, but that was getting old quick. I needed 
something else to help relieve the stress. So I took up 
jogging. The City had recently opened a jogging trail 
which was near my home. 

So that night I left work and headed home to change 
into my running clothes. The trail itself was dark, but 
there was a full moon so I decided that it would be 
safe. I began at a slow pace, reasoning that since it 
was my first time I would break my run into jogging 
then walking, so as to not get sore the first night 
out. I loved the solitude of being alone, as there were 
no other people jogging at 11:45 p.m.

The trail had a few steep inclines, which I chose to 
walk, but then leveled out after about a mile.

Being mid October, there was a definite chill in the 
air, but my body temperature had risen from the 
exertion and I was actually quite comfortable.

The trail ran behind the Timber Ridge Apartments, 
separated by a six foot wooden fence. A recent storm 
had knocked down a tree, which in turn knocked down a 
section of that fence... and that it what led me to 
this story.

I was at a point in my run where I knew I should pull 
up and walk, so I did. That's when I saw the broken 
fence and the open bedroom window with the light on. 
Timber Ridge faced away from the trail, so the bedrooms 
were in the back. I suppose the residents assumed that 
the woods and the high fence would provide them with 
complete privacy, so why bother to close your blinds? I 
don't know why I stopped when I saw that light. To this 
day I can not tell you why! 

I stood there, transfixed by the light, knowing that 
there was a person inside who had no idea that I could 
look in at them.

I think that was what drew me closer, that feeling of 
being invisible. All I know is my feet began to move 
and I was walking towards that light. My eyes were 
scanning the other windows, but none had lights on. I 
slowed my pace and stopped about ten feet from the 
window and waited. After a few seconds I could hear 
music, and it seemed to be in rhythm with my heart as 
it pounded in my head. I suddenly realized that I was 
in a bad place. Every moral fiber in my body screamed 
"Aaron, run!" But I did not.

Instead, I moved closer to the window, my eyes still 
scanning all around me. I was now at the window and had 
a full view of the bedroom inside.

It was obviously the room of a girl. I could see the 
stuffed animals on her bed, the posters of pop boy 
bands on the wall, and the CD tower next to her stereo. 
What I did not see was a girl.

That's when a door opened in the back of the room and I 
saw her for the first time! She was anywhere from 10 to 
13 years old, it's hard to judge nowadays. All I know 
is she was a beauty!!

She emerged from what I know knew to be her bathroom, 
draped in a towel. She red hair, and the way the towel 
was wrapped tightly around her, I knew she wasn't quite 
a woman yet. She walked towards her bed and sat with 
her back towards me and began to run a brush through 
her hair. That's when the window began to fog up on the 
inside as the steam from her shower made it's way into 
the bedroom.

Her image faded, but I could still see movement.

I strained against the glass, throwing caution to the 
wind by pressing my nose and face into the coldness of 
it's surface as I sought the vision of loveliness that 
I knew sat mere inches away!

My breath made the fogging worse though, as it was now 
forming outside the window as well.

I resigned myself to the fact that this unusual episode 
in my life was over, and my erection began to recede as 
I took a step back from the window. What was I 
thinking? Why was I here?

As I turned to leave, the window flew open and my heart 
leaped into my throat! I was caught! Busted!! She had 
seen me and now the police would soon be swarming the 
trail and hauling me away in cuffs! I wanted to run, 
but I was a deer caught in headlights. I gave in to my 
fate and froze. My heart was beating so loudly I was 
sure the young girl inside could hear it. Seconds 
became minutes, and I simply stood there and waited for 
the police to arrive. 

They never came. 

The music inside the bedroom stopped, and suddenly the 
silence around me was terrifying.

Now she could hear me! The light inside the bedroom 
went out, and as my eyes adjusted to the change I could 
see that there was still light coming from a night 
light next to the bed. As the minutes passed my courage 
returned and I realized that she had opened the window 
to cool off her room. My cock began to stir again as I 
once again approached the open window. 

It was darker inside, but now I could see the girl 
lying on her bed, the stuffed animals tossed aside. She 
was no longer wearing her towel. She was naked, and 
only the soft light of her night light was illuminating 
the room. But it was enough! Slowly she rubbed her 
small breasts, tiny mounds peaked by nipples that rose 
bigger with every stroke of her thin fingers.

Her fingers lingered there for a few moments, then they 
slipped down to her belly.

I looked at her face and knew that she was not 
seeing/hearing me. She was in her own world, as was I! 
I could see enough from the night light that she had 
placed a finger inside her pussy, and I grabbed my cock 
and began to stroke it. As she brought herself to 
climax, I did the same! I'm not proud of the fact that 
I got off to a little girl, but I did! 

Like I said, you never know who you are!

Did I go back? Hell yeah!! 

I like to watch.  

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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