It would be difficult to determine if Sam Davis should be called a pervert or not. It was true that he had an extra-healthy sexual appetite, but he took that as a pleasant side effect of keeping himself in good health. He was moderately tall, trim, medium-length dark hair, green eyes, and glasses. They weren't the thick ones that made him look obnoxious, he thought they lent him an air of refinement. Lend is the right word, too, but not given, because he could never seem to hold onto it for too long. In bed, he was anything but refined. Some women were turned off by this, but Sam blamed their upbringing, he was certain there were also quite a few who felt their wild side unleashed for the first time because of him. One wild side Sam felt himself increasingly wanting to unleash was that of his new neighbor Anna. She had moved into the apartment next to his a couple of weeks ago, and since then, Sam was always eager to see her coming and going. Anna was a lovely blonde, with sparkling blue eyes, a bright smile, soft skin, long legs, and, the thing Sam noticed most, a fondness for wearing tight jeans. The little sway when she walked highlighted this detail especially, and Sam frequently had to face his lower body away from Anna should she happen to notice the effect on him of his observations. Still, as much as he observed Anna, Sam wished he could see more. More of her, more often, that was one thing, and he with what he observed when she was wearing her tight jeans, he could only dream of what was underneath. When summer came, he got even more of a tantalizing peek, as the jeans gave way to shorts. They were just as tight as the jeans, that much was certain, but they only reached mid-thigh, the rest of the way down nothing but her long, smooth legs. Her tops, too, became more interesting, her sleeves disappearing as they were replaced by tank tops, without the telltale straps of a bra anywhere in sight. It was that summer that Sam decided that he just had to see Anna in all of her glory, or at least make a valiant attempt. Perhaps the easiest way would have been to just try to hook up with Anna, but there was a significant obstacle to that: Anna's boyfriend. Sam didn't know his name, he just knew that he must be one very lucky guy, especially on those nights when he and Anna would come home late, and not come out of her apartment until morning. Because of him, Sam decided that more covert means were necessary. Still, he decided to make the most of the situation, a peek at him giving it to Anna could be quite interesting. Sam had this feeling that Anna was one of the wild ones, he could just tell from the little smirk she always seemed to have, and the look in her eyes as she walked seductively down the hall. That only heightened his curiosity. Yes, it's true, Sam could be considered a pervert, but he wasn't one of those uncreative types. Take, for example, his technical savvy. Of course, like any pervert worth his salt, he had a vast amount of pictures, stories, movies, and just about anything else erotic or that could be taken as such downloaded off of the Internet. Still, for this most special of projects, Sam realized that static files just weren't going to do it. Fortunately for him, he had other tricks up his sleeve as well. He had, in his Internet use, not been able to avoid seeing quite a few of the ads for those little X10 cameras, the ones that you could put anywhere and see anything with, and the implication in those ads that you could use the cameras to spy on beautiful women was not lost on Sam, not by a long shot. The turning point was the evening that Anna went out wearing a tight little black mini-dress that highlighted just about everything Sam had already noticed, and even made evident to him a few things that he hadn't Of course, the seductive sway of her hips was still there, the dress fitting her curves perfectly, her skirt tightly hugging her perfectly shaped rear end before ending, leaving her long legs, perpetually something that Sam enjoyed, quite visible. As she turned around to lock her door, he noticed her cleavage, quite evident already, and even more so as she leaned forward slightly to operate the door lock. Even at this distance, Sam felt a distinctive ache from looking at her, at any part really, because any skin of Anna's that Sam saw was smooth and, from what he could surmise, almost certainly quite soft. After a mostly sleepless night spent replaying images of Anna in his mind, Sam ordered one of the little cameras the very next day. Sam then put his plan into motion. The first thing to do was figure a way to put the little camera somewhere that it could record Anna in all her glory. He was lying on his bed one night, trying to imagine a way to engineer his way into Anna's apartment, and one where it would be realistic that he would be bringing in electronic devices, at that. He pondered putting in the camera under the guise of helping her steal cable tv, but then he realized, the building gave its tenants cable tv anyway. He could offer to set up the Internet for her, but anyone who had any clue what they were doing would know that poking around in the bedroom wasn't necessary, nor was running a cable back to Sam's apartment. Unless, of course, he told her he had some sort of high-speed Internet connection, that much might work, but that still wouldn't explain the need to go into her bedroom. Unless, of course, her computer was in her bedroom, but if it wasn't, Sam was still out of luck. If only he knew if she knew anything or not about how technology worked, it would be a lot easier to snow her if she didn't know anything... Sam paced around his apartment, trying to think. He glanced around his own residence, he concluded that Anna's must be roughly symmetrical, so he could at least gain a rough estimate of where to put the camera. Still, it depended a lot on furniture placement, and such. He was about to lose hope when his eyes wandered upward, noticing an air retrun near the ceiling. That, no doubt, was symmetrical in Anna's apartment as well. He fetched a screwdriver, stood on a chair, and extracted the small grate covering it. Peering inside, he noticed the usual aluminum ductwork. Now, for the noisy part. Sam waited for Anna to go out for the evening, lest she notice anything, and then took a drill to the thin metal, ripping a fairly decently sized hole in it. He proceeded to remove some insulation, and cut through the corresponding duct on Anna's side. There was now a clear line of sight from his apartment to hers, and he, with no small amount of excitement, threaded the camera through the hole. He inserted a small microphone as well, he didn't want to miss any sound, either. Both of these were hooked straight into an old computer monitor that Sam had dedicated especially for this purpose. It was with no small amount of excitement that he waited for Anna to return. He tried to go about his normal business, but his eyes kept wandering to the view of Anna's apartment. For now, it was dark, shapes barely discernable in the darkness. Every passing minute made him even more excited and nervous, but then, it finally happened, the lights switched on and he saw Anna walk into her bedroom. Sam's eyes were glued to the monitor as Anna put her lovely blonde hair down, and proceeded to wiggle out of her sexy black dress. Sam had to suppress and audible moan the first time his eyes fixated on her round, lovely breasts. There was the faintest trace of a triangular tan line on the exquisite spheres, at the center of the triangle were Anna's luscious red nipples. Like her breasts, her nipples were moderately large, though not overly so; they fit in perfectly with her breasts just as her breasts fit in perfectly with her body. The perfect cleavage that she displayed before was not the product of some sort of push-up bra or any other miracle of science, no, her breasts just naturally had a perfect form and a natural lift, even with her chest bare they were still as perky as ever. His pulse quickened, his palms grew sweaty, and his eyes, unblinking, focused on Anna's seductive visage. His excitement grew yet again as Anna removed her skimpy black panties, sliding them down her long smooth legs and kicking them away with a flair that would suggest she was even performing for him. She wasn't, of course, she didn't even know the camera was there, but Sam still appreciated it, his appreciation most significantly manifested in a sudden claustrophobic feeling in his pants. With the lovely visage of Anna's nude body before him, Sam could not resist the temptation any longer. He slid his pants off, feeling his hard manhood in his hands. He gripped it, and started to slide his hand up and down slowly, suppressing soft moans and grunts as he watched Anna walk with a sway in her hips towards the bathroom. He heard the shower turn on, and he wished that he could see Anna in the shower. Still, he had a good imagination, and for the time that he couldn't see her, he imagined her nude body in the shower, soaping herself up, rubbing her hands all over her soft skin, covering herself in suds, especially those perky breasts of hers. He pleasured himself with greater intensity with these thoughts in his mind, but, they all vanished from his mind instantly when Anna became visible once again. Now, her hair was wet, as was the rest of her body, a towel was wrapped haphazardly around her midsection. It was even skimpier than the mini-dress, and the combination of this with the glistening of her moist flesh caused Sam's hips to buck upward involuntarily. Anna removed the towel, giving him another glimpse of her nude body. As she then climbed into bed, Sam realized she slept in the nude, and this was enough to making him explode, his back arching momentarily as he gasped loudly. When his eyes returned to the monitor, it was dark; Anna had gone to sleep. Satisfied for the moment, but excited about the future, Sam turned in as well. He continued to watch Anna go about her activities for the next few days, but the real treat, or so he perhaps thought, was when she brought her boyfriend home with her. As he predicted, they went straight for the bedroom, wrapping her arms around him seductively as his hands wandered over her body. This time her dress was red, not black, but the way it highlighted her figure was still undeniable. She wrapped her legs around her boyfriend, gently easing them both towards the bed. With any luck, they would forget to turn the lights off. Sam was hopeful, because they were once again passionately kissing, his hands wandering all over her body, and he thought they would soon be too immersed in their erotic activities to pay attention to such things. Anna slid off her boyfriend's shirt, running her hands across his well-toned chest, he reciprocated by helping Anna out of her pretty little dress. He kissed and licked her eager nipples, running his tongue in little circles around them, before making his way down her body, licking her through her panties. Anna pressed her legs together just long enough to remove her panties, and then spread her legs wide again. Sam could never get enough of the sweet pink between Anna's legs, and he wished that it was him going down on her, rather than this guy. Still, the way Anna's body tensed and the expression on her face was exquisite, not to mention the small moan that escaped her as her boyfriend's tongue slid across her moistened lips. As he flicked his tongue across her flower, Anna's hips bucked up and down slightly, as did Sam's, because he was now eagerly enjoying himself along with Anna. Sam could not see clearly what was going on, but he saw Anna's boyfriend's head moving up and down and from side to side, each motion of his head accompanied by a thrust of Anna's hips and a gasp from her mouth. She put her hands on the back of his head and pushed him deeper between her legs, grinding herself against his face as he continued to lick her eagerly. Anna started panting as her hips moved all the more eagerly, her boyfriend positioning his hands under her thighs and lifting them up, burying his face between her lovely, long legs, which she was spreading as wide as she could. The appetizer being served, he moved in for the main course, rising from between Anna's legs, sliding his underwear off and pushing between them once more, thrusting slowly but firmly into her, causing both of them to gasp-- and Sam as well-- before he started to slide in and out of her. She raised her head, he lowered his, and they kissed, with her taste still on her lips. The excitement of her own taste caused Anna's hips to start to pump against those of her boyfriend's, to which he responded by thrusting even harder in and out of her. She relaxed, lying back with her legs spread as wide as she could, panting as her boyfriend eagerly thrust in and out of her. She reached down with her hands, one softly fondling herself, the other wandering across her breasts. Her boyfriend took the second gesture as a hint, and started to play with Anna's beautiful breasts as well. Sam didn't know how much longer he could last with this spectacle going on, but fortunately, Anna and her boyfriend seemed to be operating on his timetable. He noticed her boyfriend's body tense, and his hips thrust forward in hard, deliberate gestures as he exploded, shooting deep into Anna. Anna moaned as he filled her up, a few more thrusts being all it took to push her over the edge also, her hips thrashing and thrusting as well. Needless to say, all of this was enough to push Sam over the edge as well, imagining himself shooting into Anna like her boyfriend had as he exploded. Though Sam knew that he could never get truly bored of the sultry Anna, each time she seemed to be lapsing into routine, she would do something different to catch his attention. It was as though she was a natural performer. For example, one day, when Anna was coming out of the shower, Sam was getting ready to turn the monitor off for the night because it looked like Anna was about to get into bed, but, he noticed that instead of climbing under the covers like she usually did, she instead climbed on top of them, instead. Intrigued, Sam continued to watch. He was even more intrigued as she opened her legs, though what she was doing was now becoming clearer in her mind, and with this clarity, his excitement grew as well. Though he had already pleasured himself to Anna's gorgeous visage this evening, he was instantly hard again as it dawned on him that Anna, too, was pleasuring herself. Her expression twisted into the same wonderful expressions of pleasure that she had displayed when her boyfriend had gone down on her, only this time, it was her hand sliding up and down between her legs that was administering the pleasure. She opened her eyes, and glanced around the room, her eyes and hand freezing as her eyes fixated right on the camera. Sam grew nervous, but he tried to tell himself that it was nothing, maybe she was looking at the grate, not the camera. However, she slid off her bed gracefully, moving towards where the air return was. Sam's pulse quickened, and it wasn't because of arousal, this time. He told himself to play it cool, but he was already trying to figure out how much he could deny, and how he would explain the rest. Anna used some of the moisture on her fingers to pick up a small piece of metal on the carpet, left over from the drilling process. Sam thought he was careful to not let any of it fall onto her side, but maybe a little bit did. This only compounded his nervousness, as did Anna dropping out of view for a moment, then reappearing looking around the room, as though she was looking for something. He almost fainted when Anna fetched a chair, pulling it towards her, standing on it in order to peer into the air return. Since she was still nude, this display would normally have been quite exciting to Sam, but his mind was clearly on other things now, as he was sweating profusely, trying to force his mind to work, trying to think of an excuse, any excuse. He could only watch helplessly as Anna's eyes widened as she looked directly into the camera, no doubt having found what she was looking for. What happened next was both a tremendous relief and a surprise of such magnitude that Sam almost fell off of his chair. "If you like to see me so much," Anna said, her look of shock turning into a smirk, "Why don't you come over?" Sam could barely believe his ears, but still, he was immensely relieved that he would no longer have to explain himself to her, because it seemed that she enjoyed the whole thing after all. He was pleased that he wouldn't have to deny it, so the thoughts of such a thing passed from his mind as he quickly put himself together, practically charging next door. Anna opened the door with the same smirk on her face, indeed, that was all she had on, for she was still nude from before. She walked seductively to her bedroom with scarcely a word, and Sam could do nothing but follow, intoxicated by the beauty of this lovely woman. "How long have you been watching me?" she asked, her hands sliding across her breasts slowly, in a display intoxicating to Sam. "Uh..." he started, barely even able to speak given the surprise of the events, "a couple of days... no, I mean, weeks." "And you like it, don't you?" she asked, opening her legs slightly, her wandering hands once again slipping between them, gently pulling her pink open as she looked into his eyes, licking her lips slightly. "Yeah..." Sam started, his nervousness easing a bit as he began to focus less and less on his near-disaster, and instead on his immense good fortune, as this lovely woman was sitting before him, apparently having no problems with his actions. "How did you do it?" Anna asked, eyes growing curious as she moved a little bit closer to him, her luscious breasts now mere inches from him, moving up and down slightly with her breath. "It was easy," Sam started, having almost fully regained his confidence by now, his nervousness replaced with excitement as he thought of all of the things he could do with, and to, Anna, now that she was no longer just a lovely visage on the screen or in his mind, but instead a lovely woman right in front of him. "I just hooked the camera up in your air return and ran the cable through to mine, because there's nothing between them but a little bit of metal and some insulation. Then I could watch you." Anna smirked a little, her hands sliding up her shapely sides as she looked into his eyes. "Some women like to be watched, you know..." she started, licking her lips. "Yeah..." Sam started, smiling back at her, leaning in, preparing to kiss those wonderful lips of hers. "But I'm not one of them," Anna started, pulling away from him, rising off the bed. She was still nude, so again, the little sway in her hips as she walked across the bedroom would be sexy to him, except that his calm was once again being replaced by fear. "You're not the only one who can play little spy games," Anna started, lifting a tape recorder out of the corner. "Thank you for your confession. Now get out of my apartment."