("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 37