A young man ran between two hotel wings, sprinted
around a corner and hurried from shadow to shadow with a large
cardboard box in his hands. Stopping and checking his
surroundings, his attention was captured by a man and woman
making love in the room where he'd stopped. He crept close and
looked into an open area of the window. The man was huge,
frightening. He held the feet of a teenager, while pumping his
huge cock into her ass. She twisted and cried beneath him.
The young man licked his lips, looked around at the
nearly empty hotel, then sprinted to a lighted set of stairs at
the far end of the hotel. The stairs were metal with concrete
treads filing the metal i-beams.
Lights outlined the hotel as a car turned into the
parking lot and made it's way to the hotel's front office.
Sean Curtis jerked back into the shadows beneath
the stairs and waited until the car was out of sight. He took a
deep breath, then continued experimenting with the camera in
different areas. The stairs had built-in lights, to light metal
rungs at night. He found that the camera could be placed between
two of them, to give him a lighted view beneath any dress. The
rungs were narrow enough that he could aim the camera up the
stairs.
He looked around nervously, then took a
rechargeable drill from the cardboard box. He glanced around one
more time, then held the drill against the metal stairs and began
drilling. He held his breath at the racket he created, then gave
a sigh of relief when the drill punched through the heavy metal.
In another minute he had a second hole drilled. He licked his
lips and dropped the drill into the box.
Taking a rag out of the box he dusted the metal
fragments away. He took a metal strap and bolt out of the box,
slid the bolt through the strap, and threaded it into the hole.
He drew out a video camera, slid it into the metal band, and
tightened it into place. Next he took an outlandish contraption
and positioned it against the on/off switch on the camera. He
tightened that down with a second steal band. Looking happily at
his handiwork, he checked the camera's alignment once more, then
tossed his tools into the box. With a last glance around, he
hurried into the woods and followed a creek bed to his house,
directly across a wooden security fence. He stowed the box in
the garage, went inside, and hurried up to the second floor. He
listened to make sure his mother and sisters were asleep, then
ran to his bedroom and looked through the window at the hotel
stairs.
He took a remote control, once used on a long-
forgotten toy, and clicked the switch experimentally. If it had
the range, he had just switched the camera on and back off. The
button-pushing servo should have enough range. He just had to
hope that it did, he was too tired to go back and find out.
Sean pulled the end of the bed over to his window,
laid on the bed, and waited. When he saw shadows approaching the
stairs, he quickly clicked the remote. A man and woman went up
the stairs. As they disappeared he clicked the remote again. If
everything was working properly, he had just filmed his first
upskirt.
Sean already had his mother and sisters on the
tape. No nudity, just panties. But even those were exciting.
Franks said film everybody, then hire a couple of girls to sign
bogus release forms. It was a cinch, everybody did it, and he'd
done it many times himself. Sean would get a lot of money for
his tape, Frank said. Sean didn't realize that if it was so
easy, Frank would be rich. He wasn't.
Taking into account that Frank was a natural born
liar, but Sean's friend, he remained hopeful. Sometimes Frank
did know all the angles, since he was much older than Sean.
Sometimes he was full of shit. Now, as Sean watched the second
girl approach the stairs, he simply wanted to see the tape. He
would worry about selling it later. The thought of what the tape
might contain was making him horny.
Sean had never heard of upskirts until Frank spoke
of them. He didn't know the word voyeur, until he heard it given
to a peeping Tom. Sean had been a voyeur for years, and didn't
know it. He called it spying. He had a whole assortment of
mirrors, periscopes, drills, and entry door viewers, in his
secret box. Now he added the family video camera to his arsenal
of weapons. If somebody spotted it and took or destroyed it, he
was dead.
Sean waited for two more women to go up the stairs,
before he simply left the camera on and went to sleep. He would
sneak over and change tapes in the morning.
Shaking with nervousness, breathless, and excited,
Sean slid back in the chair and held the VCR remote before him.
He whispered a silent prayer, then pressed the play button. The
first skirt swept over the lens immediately. The vibration from
their feet distorted it for a moment, then it cleared to show a
shapely ass in white panties, showing intermittently, as her
skirt waved behind her.
"Oh fuck!" Sean howled in delight, pounding on the
arm of his chair.
"Sean, are you swearing," a distant female voice
asked.
"No mom," he called. He reversed the tape and
paused it, with a perfect view of a flawless ass. He couldn't
see the face, but it didn't matter. He could tell from behind
that she was a young, beautiful woman. She had slender legs and
a fantastic figure. That was all that counted.
"Oh, you sweet little mother," he whispered in
appreciation. He continued the tape. He was disappointed that
the next two women wore levis. The third wore a long, sweeping
dress which totally obscured the light. He could see nothing.
That was the last of the upskirts he had taken, now it was time
to fast-forward and see what the unaided camera had done. He
pressed the button. He was momentarily hopeful when two feet
appeared on the screen, but it was a pair of guys. He continued
his search until bare ankles stepped over the lens. He watched
hopefully as the legs lengthened, as they marched away from the
lens. In a moment he paused the camera on his second good
upskirt. It was a woman with long, slender legs, a short blue
skirt, and yellow panties. He had never seen yellow panties
before. They glowed in the light of the stairs, brighter as they
passed a light, then diminishing as they receded. He paused the
tape again, breathing hard as he stared at the sweet ass before
him. She was perfect, he thought, looking up and down the length
of her slender legs. He could almost feel the firm ass between
his hands.
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