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Heather slowly panned her telephoto lens around the crowd of music lovers in the park. She had been assigned to cover the local jazz festival in her role as photographer for the university newspaper. More importantly, this provided her a chance to capture some great shots for her senior portfolio. Her viewfinder found the image of a guy in a tie-dyed shirt and dreadlocks dancing to the wailing saxophone on stage. Heather quickly framed the shot and caught him with hair flying in very direction.
That will be a keeper, she thought.
She moved the lens a little to the left and, quite by surprise, a familiar face filled her viewfinder.
Ah, Jon from my photography class! What a hottie, he is! Very nice ass, thought Heather. She had watched Jon from afar, just as she did most of the cute guys on campus. Much to her dismay, guys rarely noticed her in return.
Like most photographers of substance, Heather worked hard at blending into the background. She didn't want her subjects to see her at all. Unfortunately, she went unnoticed even when she wasn't trying to do so.
Hot guys, like Jon, probably don't see much promise in a girl who always dresses in grubby clothes and has an assortment of cameras and lenses perpetually hanging from her neck, surmised Heather. "Oh well, that's the price we artistes must pay for our art," she mumbled to herself. A long sighed followed the comment.
Heather zoomed in on Jon. She always received a little thrill in looking at people through that long lens and knowing that they had no idea they were being observed so closely. Heather noted that Jon was curiously obsessed with something in front of him. Heather re-focussed to see what occupied such rapt attention. It was a tiny, digital camera! She wasn't surprised that Jon had a camera. He was a photography student too. The weird part was that Jon's body was turned toward the stage, but his camera was turned 90-degrees to the side.
"That's strange," said Heather, again talking to herself.
Jon's camera had a tiny TV screen for a viewfinder that could be tilted in a variety of directions. Now it lay flat on the picnic table in front of him. The camera also had a lens much bigger than the camera itself. The lens pointed to the side and was covered, in part, by Jon's hat.
This gets stranger and stranger, thought Heather.
Heather moved along the side of the crowd until she could line up her camera in the same direction as Jon's. Her autofocus snapped from blur to sharp. "So, that's his target," laughed Heather.
Sitting on the opposite side of the grassy amphitheater was a beautiful girl with long golden hair wearing a bright yellow sundress and hat. She rested in a very low slung beach chair facing in Jon's direction. She was basking in the warm sun while concentrating on a book in her hands.
So, Jon, why the secret camera work, Heather wondered.
All at once the girl shifted her knees up and her dress fell away from the backs of her legs.
Jon, you naughty little lecher! mused Heather.
Heather moved her camera back and forth, first looking at Jon and then at the girl. Each time the girl moved her legs, her tiny white panties came into full view. Each time panties were displayed, Jon adjusted his camera and fired away.
Heather felt a little stirring as she looked through her long lens. The girl in the yellow dress was gorgeous. Her long, lithe legs moved in amazingly sexy ways. Her golden blond hair fell across her face just so.
How do girls like her get their hair to do that, thought Heather running her hand through her own thoroughly straight, rather mousy hair.
Heather captured the entire moment on film not knowing exactly why.
Somehow, these pictures will come in handy, she thought.
The luxurious sun, the music, and reading simply for pleasure for the first time in a long while made Julie feel more relaxed than she had felt in months. The cool breeze flowing over her skin felt terrific. The wind suddenly caught her soft, yellow dress and it billowed up.
"If anyone was looking this way, they probably got a good view just then. What a naughty, but nice thought!" Julie laughed to herself.
She closed her eyes and let her imagination run freely. Her fantasy starred a handsome, dark man with flowing hair and broad shoulders sitting opposite her. He was quietly powerful-the strong, silent type. She imagined that he was looking at her and that she was peeping back at him unobserved from under her hat. She parted her legs and felt the wind under her skirt. The handsome observer smiled a toothy, bright smile and stared directly at Julie's tingling panty-covered pussy. The jazz from onstage seemed to become background music for Julie's little fantasy. Her nipples hardened. She could almost feel his eyes penetrating her. She sensed his growing erection and her moistening vagina. She parted her legs just a little more just for his benefit. She saw a stirring in his crotch. Oh, how her nipples ached to be touched-to be kissed.
Julie was jolted back to reality by a dog barking nearby. She moved her legs together, blushed, and secretly grinned.
What a beautiful dream, she thought.
When the concert ended, Julie collected her things and walked back toward her dormitory. This had been one of the best, most relaxing afternoons of her life. She felt wonderful.
Jon strolled a safe distance behind her. Occasionally, he focussed and shot Julie's lovely trim ass as she walked. Intermittently, the setting sun caught her dress just right allowing someone with the correct angle to see right through it. The sun's illumination made her long, lithe legs seem even longer.
Heather, fully in invisible photographer mode, moved quietly behind both of them.
This gets more interesting by the minute, she thought.
When Julie arrived at her dormitory, she turned left into the building. Strangely, Jon turned right into the now empty, recently condemned classroom building across the street.
Weird, thought Heather. She stood observing, but not knowing which way to go.
In the gathering dusk a few moments later, Heather saw a light flash on in a window on the top floor of the dorm. At the same time, a brief movement up and to her right caught her eye. She looked up and, at first, saw nothing. Then she saw movement again, this time on top of the old academic building. She zoomed in with her telephoto lens. It was Jon with his camera... he was focussing on something across the street.
"I'll be damned," whispered Heather to no one in particular. She thought to herself, I believe that Jon is being quite the voyeur here. I'd bet large amounts of money that the girl in the yellow dress is in the room across the street. Tsk, tsk, Jon. You are a naughty boy!
Heather inconspicuously walked into the girl's dorm and bounded up the stairs.
Jon was sweating by the time he reached the roof of the academic building. A piece of duct-tape had assured his access to the utility room. A dysfunctional latch on the roof access had allowed him outside, just as he had planned. The University's own staff photographer had shown Jon the way to this secluded vantagepoint. Jon had assisted in taking some rooftop panoramas of the campus. That day he had watched young coeds moving around in their rooms across the street and had made a mental note to return here as soon as possible.
The girl in the yellow dress walked across her dorm room and actually opened the curtains wider to let in the soft light. It was clear that she thought she could not be seen all the way up on the dorm's top floor. All windows in the vacant classroom building across the street were lower. The roof, however, was higher.
Jon zoomed in his lens as the girl tossed her hat on the bed and began to comb her long, blond hair in front of a mirror. Sweat popped out on Jon's forehead in anticipation of what was about to happen. He momentarily shifted his body around so he could lay behind a small wall on the roof's edge. He raised his camera, but the strap was tangled beneath him. He straightened the strap and returned to his target. The girl still stood at her mirror brushing her long locks.
Julie, brush in hand, was humming the last jazz tune from the festival aloud when she caught a glimpse of something out of the ordinary in her mirror. Then she saw it again.
There's someone on the roof across the street, she thought. She squinted into her mirror. It's a guy... maintenance man, I guess.
Then she saw the figure hold up a camera. The light from behind him made the camera's shape easy to identify. The man's head ducked behind the edge of the roof, but the lens of the camera caught a bit of a reflection.
He is taking pictures, thought Julie.
Then the reality of the moment hit Julie like a ton of bricks.
He is hiding on the roof taking pictures... of me! He is a voyeur!
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