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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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?" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 28