Night Voyeur: Stalker Secretly Spies On Sexy Young Woman
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Stalker Watches From the Street Like Every Night
9:41 p.m. I’m here. Always on time. Always ready. Same spot, third car down from the streetlamp, tucked into the shadows with the engine off, windows cracked just enough to breathe. No sound. No light. I need to hear everything.
Her bedroom lamp clicks on at 9:43. My chest tightens, like it does every night.
The curtains are open again. She never learns. Or maybe… she doesn’t want to.
I reach for the binoculars resting in my lap. Slowly, I bring them up. And there she is.
Cropped tee, no pants. Just a pair of tiny white panties. She walks around like she owns the room. Like she’s completely alone.
She’s young. Nineteen? Twenty? Clean skin. Long legs. A body that hasn’t learned to hide. And she has no idea that I know her every move.
Sexy Young Woman Strips Without Closing The Curtain
She walks to the mirror, pulls her hair loose from its bun. Dark strands fall around her shoulders. She lifts both arms, stretches slow and high, like she’s performing for someone. Like me.
The line of her waist tightens. That tiny bit of fabric between her cheeks rises even higher. I grip the steering wheel with one hand. The other’s already heavy in my lap.
She bends forward to pick up something. The curve of her ass is framed perfectly by that white scrap of cloth. It’s torture.
Then she lifts her shirt over her head. No bra. Her breasts bounce slightly as she lets the top fall.
She’s fully topless now, framed in warm lamplight. Her nipples are hard. Her skin, soft and flushed from the heat of the room.
She stands there a second longer, just standing still. And I watch her like a starving man watches food.
Girl Touches Herself, Thinking No One's Watching
She climbs into bed. Moves slow, legs tucked up, her ass peeking from under that little pair of panties. She grabs her phone. Scrolls. Smiles. Her fingers drift lazily over her bare thigh.
I see her fingertips pause. Linger higher.
Then she puts the phone down.
I stop breathing.
She slides her hand lower. Smooth. Confident. Like she’s done this before. Many times. The fabric of her panties shifts just slightly. Her other hand rests on the pillow above her head.
Her eyes close.
Her hand moves.
Small, slow circles.
Her mouth parts, her hips twitch gently. Her legs spread just a little farther.
She thinks she’s alone. She’s not. Definitely not!
Naughty Girl Pulls Panties Aside And Plays With Herself
She lets out a soft gasp. I can’t hear it—but I see it. Her lips move. Her chest rises.
Then she does something that nearly makes me come undone.
She slides her fingers under the waistband, then tugs her panties aside. Just enough. And there it is… bare, glistening, wet.
I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles ache.
She touches herself deeper now. Not just teasing. Pressing. Exploring. Her legs shift. Her toes curl.
Her hand disappears between her thighs. I watch her hips lift slightly. Her rhythm grows faster. Her breathing sharper.
I imagine the sound she makes.
I imagine kneeling at the edge of her bed, inches away, watching up close as she works herself toward the edge—unaware of the man in the dark who already owns her in his mind.
Stalker Watches Her Orgasm Through The Window
It happens fast—like it always does.
Her thighs tense. Her back arches just a little. And then—yes. She comes.
I see the moment it hits her. The way her stomach contracts, the tremble in her thighs, the flutter of her lips. Her hand freezes. Then presses one last time.
Her eyes are closed. Her mouth slack. She’s breathing heavy now, her skin shining with sweat. She’s completely undone.
And she has no idea that I just watched every second.
She pulls the blanket over her, still panting. Her hand rests lazily on her bare stomach. She smiles softly, eyes still half-shut.
The light goes out. The curtain stays open.
I sit there five minutes longer. Just… watching.
Then I start the car. No sound. No light. No one sees me. But I see her.
I know her body, her breath, her pleasure. And tomorrow, at 9:43 p.m., I’ll be right here again. Because in the dark, she belongs to me.
