Recording and Blackmailing Neighbor

“Hurry up Nick, it’s your turn to do the cats,” his mother called from down stairs.

“Already? Someone just went this morning,” he shouted back. It was useless to argue, he knew that, so he turned off the tv, jogged downstairs, grabbed the key, and went out the door. Every year his neighbors a few houses down went to England and asked them to take care of their cats. And every year he was forced to go over there twice a day to feed them, clean out the litter box, and do other maintenance. He got to the door, opened it, and walked toward the garage where the litter box was kept. Inside, he was on the first floor which had a bathroom and a bedroom where the daughter about his age slept. Upstairs, the parents and two sons had rooms, along with the kitchen and family room. He walked past Jenns’, the daughter, room and the door was slightly ajar. She was nothing special, a brown haired, 5’3 girl with a decent body, but growing up beside her always made her have a girl next door appeal. He had been inside a few times before, of course, but he always wanted to wander around and look at it closely. This was the perfect opportunity and although he knew it was wrong, he pushed the door open slightly and poked his head inside. There was a bed, dresser, desk, closet, and a few posters; a normal teenagers room. He stepped inside and sat on the chair to look around. On the desk the computer screen was turned off and there was a few loose-leaf papers strewn about.

“Nothing special, he thought to himself. So he got up to leave, until he saw the dresser. Suddenly, he got the urge to snoop through her drawers.

‘It’s wrong,’ he thought, ‘just plain wrong. But this is the last opportunity I’m going to get. One look isn’t gonna hurt anyone.’ He struggled with his thoughts for a few minutes, but his mind was already made up. He walked over and slowly opened the first drawer.

‘Socks,’ he thought to himself, ‘nothing interesting there.’ He closed this drawer and moved onto the next one which contained pants. Tight jeans, sweatpants, and some shorts. He pulled out a pair of jean shorts.
‘Damn those are short, bet her ass looks real nice in them.’ He imagined the last time he saw her with shorts on. They were filled out and with each step he could see he perfectly toned muscles striving to break out. He began to feel his blood rushing from his body. Quickly, he put them back and closed the drawer.

‘I can’t do this anymore.’ He left the room and went to the cat’s room where he scooped the litter box, gave them some new water, and poured them some food. After he played with tiger and mimi for a while, he gave them a treat and headed for the exit. But on the way out he passed her door again. All he could think to himself was, ‘last chance’, over and over. He knew there would never be another opportunity like this again. Like a slave to his hormones, he pushed the door open and walked to the dresser. He grabbed the handle and slowly pulled. Finally, he got to the right drawer. He reached inside and grabbed one of her thongs. It felt so wrong, but so right. He never had sex, had never even come close. This was the closest he’d ever been to a girl. It was dark blue with green horizontal stripes. He imagined it on her, rubbing against her body, the last line of defense between him and what he so badly desired. He imagined pulling it aside and fucking her without even taking it off. Without thinking he put it up to his nose. The smell was intoxicating. The thought of her treasure being so close to his face made him mad. He wanted her so badly, wanted her in this pair so he could them off. Intoxicated by the aroma his mind was taken over by hormones, clouding his judgment. He wanted to see her with nothing blocking his view. Nothing coming between him and her. The more he felt the cloth, the harder it became to control his thoughts. He didn’t want to hurt her, just see what he had never seen, what no one had seen. His mind was clouded with thoughts of her undressing and touching herself. He couldn’t stand it any longer. The thought popped into his head: Spy. It was the only way he would ever see her the way he wanted, without all the barriers. He had lost all concept of what was right and wrong. He walked home and went on the internet. Cameras, he needed cameras, ones so small they were but a speck on the wall. HD ones, anti-fog ones for the bathroom, he got it all. When his shipment came in he raced over to feed the cats and try out his new toys. With the smell of her still on his mind, he put them up in her room, all over her room. On the ceiling, on her walls, in the shower. Everywhere. All hooked up to a computer recording every second of it. There was nowhere she could hide from him. Now all that was left to do was wait.
Finally, she was home. She threw her bags down and hoped in the shower, eager to relax. The trip had been great, but being back in her house felt good. No judging eyes or people to please, just warmth and security. Or so she thought.
He saw her car come down the street and raced to his computer. He logged on to see her put down the bags and head for the shower watched her carefully as she undressed. First her shoes and socks, then her shirt and pants. Suddenly he felt a surge of guilt. What was he doing secretly watching this girl undress. He went to close the laptop, but it was too late. She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. He became mesmerized. Her breasts were magnificent. They weren’t that big, but they were perky and ready to be handled. He could barely control himself when she grabbed for her underwear. As her hands slowly pulled them down, he felt himself getting hard. Finally, he could see her, all of her. She had hair all around but it wasn’t messy. She had thick lips, making her look so appetizing. He wanted to eat her on the spot, but had to settle for second best. He was so hot from seeing her for the first time, he exploded within 30 seconds. But there was plenty more to come. She stepped in the shower and began to wash herself. First shampoo, then some conditioner. He didn’t care; his eyes couldn’t leave her body.