EXTRACT FOR
Kinky Girls - Collection 1
(Anna Mann)

It had all begun at school, and that had been almost a lifetime ago in his mind.

It had become his obsession, it distracted him from the realities of life, in his insular world he didn't need company, he didn't need a girlfriend or a wife, he had lots of those, and they changed constantly, if he needed to touch, to taste, then he could always pay... but that wasn't a regular thing, he was usually content to pleasure himself as they stripped for him.

John had always liked to watch them, his first hesitant peeps at school had been through a cracked and dusty window set high in the adjoining wall between changing rooms, one used by the girls, the other disused inhabited only by spiders. It had been a changing room itself once, many years before, but segregation had taken place, a division of the sexes, the boys had been moved to a new home, the girls had received an upgrade... and left behind had been a dark and dusty void secured with a rusty padlock. Sufficient deterrent for most boys, but not inquisitive John. He had borrowed the original from the caretakers key rack, conveniently labelled old boys changing, it had been a simple matter of getting a copy cut... and John was set to embark on an adventure that would spark a passion to follow him for more than twenty years. 

At first he had only opened the locked door when he was sure that his absence wouldn't be noticed, he stole fleeting glimpses of training bras and full cut panties... but then came the day that he watched Tori Phelps, alone, and very naked. She prepared for the shower, and as his heart pounded in his chest she hung her bra on a hook before turning to face his vantage as she slid her panties down to her knees. Young John had exploded in his pants as her dark and untidy bush was revealed... and she had paused almost as though she knew of her voyeur and wanted him to watch her long enough to burn the vision of her adolescent figure into his memory forever.

From that point his schooling suffered, accused of constant truancy John stood stony faced as his headmaster demanded to know where he went when he should have been in class. Tight lipped John was happy to let them all think that he slipped out of the grounds, his special key was safe in a small pocket fashioned into the lining of his bag, it would never be discovered even if the bag were ever subjected to a search... but it never was found, and for a further two years John sneaked away to hide behind his lofty window whenever the showers and changing rooms would be in use.

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"A disappointment," is what his father called him. 

The school's final report had read... "Such a pity, he is capable of so much more!" 

But John didn't care, he already knew where life would take him, he knew the ideal positions, and starting as a pool attendant, which he considered his dream job at the time, he gradually worked his way up a ladder that always touched on places that the public would gather... and change clothes or shower.

And at the age of thirty seven, he reached what he himself considered the pinnacle, maintenance manager and caretaker of an apartment complex, a large complex, completely self contained with gym and pool... and most importantly for John... changing rooms!

But that was just the beginning, because John also received the greatest gift he could ever have wished for... he was given a master key! The credit card sized plastic key gave him power, more power than his employers could ever imagine, and as just the maintenance guy no-one ever questioned when he was found lurking in dark corners or requesting access to bathrooms or kitchens or even bedrooms as he hunted for imaginary leaking pipes or shorting wires... and for a select few of his tenants he would wink and imply that a favour was being done for them specially as he whispered, "The general manager screwed up and ordered too many, so I thought of you... you can never have enough smoke detectors!"

What those beautiful women never knew wouldn't hurt them, that was his theory and he spent many hours reassembling the inconspicuous plastic detectors after he had carefully integrated a small, state of the art, motion activated, colour... pinhole video camera into each.

Bedrooms and bathrooms were his favourite locations, and as the months passed he became more adept at selecting the optimal position for mounting. Over the bed he had initially presumed, only to spend hours sifting through footage of his latest desire shrouded in sheets. So he learned to locate the camera off centre catching both bed and bedroom floor, it proved to be far more satisfactory, and often he caught them stripping completely before slipping into a skimpy negligée or frumpy nightie!

Time passed, and his desires came and went, some moved on, some he lost interest in. Generally his ardour would begin to cool with the arrival of a boyfriend, or boyfriends! He liked to watch them alone, he didn't want to watch some random guy fucking his girls, they belonged to him, and him alone... he didn't share. So for those traitorous females he disabled their cameras and diverted his precious time to those more faithful to him, his favourite girls... and in particular... Sarah!