Night voyeur. Introduction. Let me call her Barbie

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Introduction

I'll call her... nevermind. Let me call her Barbie.
She looks as if she is 19 or 20. Not tall, red hair. Long wavy hair. Ears bulging a bit. Moderate-size breasts, A or B in size. The breasts stick out, the nipples are sharp and clearly shaped, at least that's what I'm seeing from my fake ambush.
How did I get all those details about her nipples? God, don't ask such naive questions. I spy after her in the window at night. For how long, you may ask. For 96 days, every day from 10 PM to 2 AM. Why do I do this? I'm a sex fiend.

Just kidding.

I am long over 30, and as far as I remember myself through those years, I cannot be blamed with being a sex fiend. I prefer to call myself a hunter. The nightly hunter. My hunt never includes bloodshed, and on the whole I am devoid of violence. My prey is a mystery covered with obscurity of the night. In fact, it is something people always hide from others, but something which becomes clearly visible in a brightly lit window amidst the darkness of the night.

Barbie, my prey, is surprisingly careless. Or maybe she is even silly or exceptionally naive, thinking that her tits seen in every detail in the light of the window won't attract anyone's eye.
There was a time when I tried to understand the way her life goes. But almost at once I stopped wasting time on this futile thing. Why try when you cannot look into the mind of another person. Even if I had been a woman with a special female logic, understood only by females, I wouldn't have been able to understand the reasons, motivations and aims according to which she behaved.
Now I know that it's not only Barbie, many people lead a similar life. I am talking about the life behind the brightly lit windows in the darkness of the night.

I'll be honest, it would be interesting for me to approach her and ask the baby whether she knew that every evening I was impatiently waiting to gaze at her naked breasts. With my beating heart I nestle close to the window opening and fix my eyes on your life.I enjoy every inch of your lingerie when you take off your blouse or dress, your silent dialogs with your mother or brother slowly melt in my head, I imagine my tongue running all over your sticking tits with hard nipples when you take off your bra and remain fully naked in front of me.
Sometimes I masturbate looking at you, you know, the excitement attacks me with a thick wall, and I jerk off the tension not to lose my mind from what I have seen. This is not exactly sexual arousal. This is an experience of deep involvement in something very secret and forbidden. I witness an intimate act of a young girl. My eyes see things you carefully hide from the eyes of other people during your day life. I feel tension below my stomach, the heartbeat becomes frantic, the nostrils are blown out and the breath becomes rapid and abrupt. A large dose of adrenaline enters my blood, followed by a flash somewhere deep in the head. Explosion and exhaustion. Moments later only hot breathing shows the traces of the storm which went through my nerves.

I studied her daily routine in great detail. I know when and with whom does she leave the house (usually with her friend, they go to bars or night clubs), and when does she return. When does she take shower, or when she puts her gown on (she walks around almost naked, with just a gown on her body), when she undresses completely and puts her night dress on. Now I need only a glance at the watch to understand it's time to prepare my camera for a night shooting. I take three cassettes, install the camera onto a tripod in the window opening, and direct it at the Barbie's window.

The hunt begins.

Usually I start recording the first cassette after 10 PM. In an hour and a half I replace the cassette, so it's about 11.30 PM. Every 5-10 minutes I look at her window to check whether she started changing clothes. Sometimes two cassettes are enough. Sometimes she stays up for a long time, watches TV or just comes home late, and in three hours from the start of the hunt I insert the third cassette.
The following day is sometimes rich with events. I spend two or three hours watching the tapes, copy the pieces where Barbie changes clothes to my hard disk and edit those pieces. Sometimes she would stand in front of the mirror and removes her make-up for the whole 15 minutes. This clip features another story from the intimate life of Barbie.

Why do I do this?
I see myself as a voyeur.
I do strange things, at least I think they are strange, while other people may consider them abnormal and insane.
Abnormal means out of norm, the norm which people established for other people. I'm not with them. I am equally far from the former, as I am distant from the latter. I am one of the few.

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