Her

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He has been watching her for weeks, months even. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He first noticed her at the café, stunned at her beauty. She wasn’t all made up or overly dressed. Her mid length blonde hair was straight and had natural highlights. Her skin was pale and dotted with light freckles. She was about 5’ 6” taller then he usually goes for, which made her even more special to him. He knew Everything about her. Since that first day he hasn’t been able to keep her out of his mind but he was too shy and embarrassed to ever go up and talk to her. So instead he followed her from work to home every day. He would sit in his car across from her house every night until he saw her bedroom light flicker on.

Once the light came on, usually around 9pm he knew she would be getting ready for bed. He slowly made his way through her yard and settled into his usual spot next to her window. He could usually expect the same routine from her every night; a quick shower, change into a t-shirt that was too big, and then she watched TV for about ten minutes before setting in. Tonight was different though, she was crying, and carrying a glass of what appeared to be scotch on the rocks. He had never scene her drink before let alone shed a tear. What was going on with her tonight, he wondered.

He saw her reach for a small bottle on the dresser as she spoke softly to herself, these should help me sleep. She placed the blue bottle of sleeping pills back on the dresser and gulped them down with the rest of her scotch. Wow, he thought she must be really upset. I wish I could help her somehow. Of course he did nothing from ‘his’ window. He watched her fill her glass with more scotch and take three smooth drinks before stepping out of the room to get her shower.

He could hear the water from her open window. She always left the window open. She liked the fresh air as she slept. He wasn’t complaining about it either. He sat there imagining what her body looked like with the hot water pouring over it, soap dripping down her back and over her breasts. He had never actually scene her fully naked yet but his mind had filled in the blanks.

The water ceased and she woke him of his thoughts. He watched her stumble into the bedroom and back into his gaze. She reached for the glass and finished off her drink with one smooth gulp. Her towel fell to the floor; she didn’t even seem to notice. She was really out of it. He was finally seeing all of her, dripping wet and perfect. Her body was more then he ever imagined. Her breasts were at least a 36B, with a perfect stomach to match. She was probably about 125 to 130 pounds, and her ass was like an apple. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He wanted nothing more then to go to her andtell her and show her what he could do for her, but he knew better. He would never work up the nervous.

[FONT=&quot]She managed to reach her bed just barely. She didn’t both to dress; she was too wasted to think of clothes. By the time her head hit the pillow she was sleep. He looked at his watch, 9:45pm. He decided to watch her sleep for a bit longer. He physically reached to touch her sweet body. He watched her chest moved just slightly with each breath. Her breasts lay there perfectly longing to be touched. Her smooth white thighs were still dotted with tiny drops of water from her shower. Her damp blonde hair lay over the pillow, with her beautiful face tilted slightly to the side. He could feel his cock growing in his jeans. He wanted her more then ever.[/FONT]