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Chapter 1

I rounded a corner in the park and she appeared out of the early morning mist. Her dramatic eyes, flawless white skin, beautiful blonde hair and bright red lipstick made her look like I had somehow just stumbled on to the set of some old classic movie. She was the kind of woman that walked into a room and everyone, man or woman, would stop for a second and look at her. She was an arresting beauty. A being that radiated sexual power and confidence. A woman that was used to being looked at pretty much every time she went anywhere.

What she wasn't used to was a strange man in the park suddenly appearing out of the early morning fog and stopping to stare at her. Which unfortunately was what I then realized that I had been doing for the last few seconds. I stammered "Hi. Uh... sorry", to which she sort of curtly nodded and turned away.

I staggered on through the deep mist in Valencia Park. I had literally lost my mind for a moment when I saw her. But then I kind of woke back up to the fact that I was cutting across the park and headed for the train to the city, and that she was just a lovely woman walking her dog. For any other man, that would have been the end of it. I had a rapturous look at a gorgeous woman, an embarrassing moment, and then back to the real world. Except that I had no actual life, and I was the sort of man that easily becomes obsessed with beauty. So just from that little view of her in the early morning mist, I suddenly had to know everything about her, and I was willing to focus all my energy on it.

I was awake early the next morning, and fortunately the bay area weather was a lot clearer. I had Corvus Sordida positioned in a tree near where I had run into her the previous day. One thing I’ve learned from my obsession with watching women is that many of them tend to be very exact with their early morning routines.  They wake up,  take their showers, brush their teeth, eat their breakfast and leave for work, all within a few minutes of the same time each weekday.

So I was pretty confident that I would find her with her dog at the same spot at the same time the next morning.  And sure enough, at about 6:30 she arrived in the park. I turned the crow to watch her quietly from about 50 meters away. I sent the instruction to zoom in, but found that I was getting a close up of brown grass somewhere above her. I frantically tried to get the crow to move the camera down to find her, but a small jerk of the cyborg crow’s head and the camera swooped over the sidewalk, and I found myself with a close up of some sort of yucca plant. I zoomed out to get a larger view, and then finally got the thing to center on her, and zoom back in.  I made a mental note to work on the image centering zoom function.

At last the images of her came in sweet and clear. Here in the quiet of my room, I felt free to stare at her all I wanted.  I was able to track her more or less as she walked her dog through the park. She was perfectly dressed in a dark blue business suit, and looked just as perfectly beautiful as she had the previous morning. Her small dog clicked along, well trained to stay with her. She had a regal bearing about her, and a royal presence, even so early in the morning, and it gave me a feeling that she would not tolerate anything being out of place. Several people walked by while she did her little route with her dog. I had seen a lot of people in the park chatting as they walked their dogs, it was quite a social thing to do in northern California.  They all said hello to her, but no one stopped to talk, she was evidently not the friendly type.

I was able to get the crow to zoom in on her a few times. I captured some still shots of her lovely face.  Her huge eyes gave her a kind of softness, but there was also something hard and cold in them that commanded respect.  She had a cute button nose that almost looked a bit bobbed, like maybe she had some work done at some point.  And her lips were a bit thin, which is probably why she wore the lipstick to put the umph into them.  Her makeup was perhaps a bit overdone.  Or at least most women in San Francisco tended to go for a more natural look.  And her blonde coif kind of continued the theme of someone that was a bit tightly wound.  There was not a hair out of place, and given how long her hair was it seemed a bit too good to be true. 
I also got the camera to zoom back so I could catch the outline of her full breasts jutting from her firm little frame. This woman was smoking hot, but the frigid air about her made her seem a lot more like a goddess than a sex pot.

I had felt an overwhelming urge to find out more about her, to somehow get closer to her.  A perfect looking woman like this would never go for a shy geek like me, so the only way would be for me to spy on her, and pry into the details of her life. The fact that it felt wrong just thrilled me even more. Even capturing these images of her in the park, not knowing that she was being filmed, filled me with a little glow of power. I had to know about her, see more of her. I thought of her as a beautiful prize and puzzle that was worth my time. I had to see her naked. I had to see her perfect exterior come alive with passion. I had to see what made her tick.

As she walked away, it wasn’t a bit of a surprise to see that her tight little ass was as firm and well managed as the rest of her.  She turned down Perez street, and her and the dog quickly disappeared.

The next morning I made sure that the crow was waiting in a tree in the park with a view down Perez street, and watched just where she turned out of sight with her little dog at the next corner. That next little street on her way home was called Funcela, which was part of a warren of small curved streets.  It was a neighborhood full of nearly identical townhomes that were crammed shoulder to shoulder together in every available space.  It was going to be tough to figure out which of those drab boxes was the domain of my beautiful queen.  But I managed to find more of her route home by positioning the crow in obscure places on different days.  Once I also parked my car some distance from an intersection so I could watch her and pick out another part of the path back to her house.  I think I was discreet enough to keep her from suspecting that she had a stalker after her.

By this method, it took me over a week to find her townhouse. Then I watched her place in the evenings for a couple of days with Corvus Sordida to figure out the layout of the rooms. Finally one foggy night, I had the bird put the tiny little cameras in what I thought was her bedroom and living room.

Naturally there were fits and starts with that too, and it took a couple of trips to get the crow to drill the microscopic lenses into locations where I could really see inside  her home.  For me, there is almost nothing like the rush of watching a beautiful woman like this. I loved the feeling of power it gave me, and even more I loved the sexual, delicious feeling of having access to a certain intimacy with her.

And so I started to watch her daily life inside her house. It was no surprise that inside her place was just as immaculate and beautiful as she was. But, I'm afraid that all this spying didn't really tell me all that much about her. She obviously lived alone, didn't go out much, didn't appear to date anyone. By listening to her side of her phone calls, I did learn that she ran a couple of posh little clothing stores, which judging by the way she dressed and her really nice place, were very successful.

And due to her habits and the way the cameras were positioned, I didn't even get to see her naked. Typically should would come home each night about 7, change clothes in her big walk in closet, take the dog out for a walk, eat a little dinner in front of the TV, and then go to bed. Except for the fact that she was incredibly gorgeous and had that magnetic presence, she was actually quite boring to spy on.

But I never tired of being able to watch her inside her home whenever I felt like it.  And I liked seeing her lounge around in just a robe and panties while she watched TV some nights.  Her long slim legs deserved my hours of rapt attention all by themselves.
All those days of watching her quiet life fed my obsession with her even more.  What went on under that perfect blonde exterior? What would get her off? Why was there no man in her life? 

I also wanted to talk to her, even if only to grovel at her feet. I decided one possible way would be to meet her in the park, but to do that I would really need some reason to be hanging out there. And then I remembered that the old man that lives in the condo below me has an old dog. I am friendly with the guy, I stop in once in a while, have a beer and just shoot the breeze. So I asked him if I could borrow his dog, and take it for a walk in the morning for the next few weeks. I told him that I was thinking it would be a way for me to strike up a conversation with this beautiful woman. He happily agreed and just asked that I let him know how it went with her. He obviously wanted some juicy details.

So it felt really weird, but I started to walk the guy's dog. I played it really cool in the park. I didn't go up to the Ice Queen, or purposefully direct the dog into her path, but after a few days we finally ran into each other.  My stomach was churning, would she remember as that weirdo that stared at her in the park that morning months ago?  Would I scare her off as some stalker?  And what on earth was I going to say to a woman like this?  Finally, our dogs sniffed each other.

I started, “Buster seems to like the way your dog smells.”

“Well I just washed Futsy yesterday, perhaps your dog likes her shampoo.”

“Maybe I should get some of that.  I could use to smell better.”

She laughed, I’m sure really just as a courtesy, but the sound of it still thrilled me to the core.  “Well I don’t think dog shampoo well help you much.”

Up close, she was even more gorgeous that I had ever expected.  My heart was pounding.  Would she sense how much I wanted just to talk with her and great freaked out?  How could I ever hope to interest a woman like this?

Quickly snapping back from my rambling thoughts, I looked up to notice that she was already moving away.  I think there is no way that she could miss my nervousness and intense yearning, but she didn’t seem upset about it.  She just said “See you later”, over her shoulder and moved on down the sidewalk with her dog.

So it wasn’t exactly the kind of witty repartee that was going to impress a woman like that, but at least I had managed to speak to her.  I felt oddly triumphant. 

It became a regular thing for me to meet her in the park by the yucca plants at 6:38 every morning.  She was walking the same route that she always walked with her dog, and she seemed to tolerate me being at the particular spot and didn’t try to avoid me.  We would say hello and chat for and average of about 15 seconds a day (yes I timed it), usually about the weather or the dogs.  I got the impression that she could feel my eagerness and was not completely repulsed by it.  I was certainly under no illusion that she was interested in me though.

Finally after a few weeks of this she actually showed a tiny amount of curiosity about me:

“So what kind of work do you do?” she asked.

“Oh I used to work for Cheneytech as an engineer, now I just work on my own projects”.  Of course I didn’t want to tell her the story of how I had been fired, and how I spent all my time building strange devices that spied on people.  And mainly that I spent all my time spying on her.  I was afraid of her next question.

“So you’re independently wealthy?”

“More like independently poor.”

She laughed, a real actual laugh instead of the courtesy ones I had from her before.  A feeling of joy swept through me that was more intense than anything I had felt in months.

“Well at least you’re independent, see you later”, and with that she just moved down the path again.

But after that I felt that I had turned some corner with her.  It wasn’t like we were friends, but I got the feeling she kind of liked having our 15 second conversation each morning.  Sophia and I finally came to be on a first name basis.  And it definitely helped that by spying on her I had figured out what TV shows she watched, what music she listened to, the books that she read, her favorite ice cream and candy, etc.  So we always had something to talk about, even if it was inconsequential, and it led her to think that we had a lot in common.

She didn’t ask any more about what I did for a living, or how I spent all my time.  She obviously wasn’t all that curious about my life.  But I was still obsessed with finding out every detail about her, and especially why sex seemed to be completely missing from her life.

Chapter 2

Finally, one night I'm watching her through the lenses and see her take a vibrator to bed.  It was the first time in all these months of watching her that she done the slightest thing that was sexual.  She was wearing the same sort of large t-shirt that she always wore to bed, but she dig tug her panties down those long lovely legs and drop them to the floor.  She pulled back the covers and got into bed with her vibrator.  She poured a little baby oil on it, and kind of stroked it to get it completely covered.  She lay down on her back with her legs together and vertically slipped it between her thighs. 

This was my first look at her muff, and I wasn’t surprised to see that she was a natural blonde.  The hair on her pussy was trimmed into a nice triangle, but it wasn’t done overly aggressively.  Her soft downy blonde bush looked pretty natural, and absolutely gorgeous.

After a minute or so she turned the vibrator on, and moved it up so it must have been rubbing against her pussy lips. She took a long time to unwind but finally I can see the passion start to build in her lovely face. She starts to moan, and as she gets hotter, and to my surprise, she starts to issue orders.

"MMMMM. That's a good boy, pump it in me. That's it, fuck me hard. Don't you dare come. You know what happens if you come too soon. I'll punish you. Your dick is mine."

She still had her legs together with the vibrator vertically between them, but now her hips were rocking up and down, and her hand was obviously guiding the vibrator along her slit.  Her eyes were closed, and her lovely mouth was open.  Her breathing was getting heavier.

Finally she spread her legs, and I got my first look at her lovely pink pussy.  She was wet from the oil on the vibrator and her own juices, and it kind of glistened in the low light.  Her little cunt was just as small and perfect as I thought it would be.  Then she pulled her lips apart with her left hand, and with her right, slowly guided that big thick vibrator all the way inside her.  Her pussy was lovely and tight, but she did manage to get the whole thing in. 

Now her left hand started to quickly to stroke her clit while her right hand pumped the big fake dick into her.  Her hips were now rising off the bed.  And hot little shudders were coursing through her body.

“OOO just like that.  Fuck me hard.”

“Don’t you dare come yet.  I’ll beat your ass if you come first.”

“MMmmm.  That’s right.  Fuck me.”

She went on like this for a while, issuing orders, pumping herself with a vibrator and telling it that it was a "good boy". Her beautiful face was finally at the full height of passion, her eyes half closed, mouth open, head back and her lovely long neck exposed, just begging for me to nuzzle her. God I wanted this woman bad. At last she came, in a really long lovely quiver.
She lay there afterwards, kind of wrapped around a pillow.  I could tell that she was wanting a real man that night, and it took everything I had not to go right over there.  But even I knew there was no way that would end well.

I was on fire.  I don’t think I had ever seen anything so hot in my entire life, and she wasn’t even completely naked.  I felt that I had just learned a lot about what mad her tick. She likes to be in control, the ice queen must command. It made complete sense. Now I desperately wanted to be her slave, anything for a shot at that gorgeous golden pussy. I would have to be subservient, but somehow signal to her that I would like her to dominate me.  But how could I get her to choose me as her toy?

 

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