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The Watcher part 1.

I am the watcher. I see things around us that maybe others do not see. I go 
unnoticed by others, unseen by anyone. I stopped for a time to watch 
specific instances in time, and once satisfied I move on to watch again. I 
had been watching this place for a while, watching the watcher.

He was a middle-aged man. Quite handsome really, but he had let himself go a 
little for this particular hunt. He was a hunter, a very experienced one 
too. Although his prey was not true game, it was in fact little girls. He 
wasn't really a rapist or cruel to his prey once captured, he preferred a 
more coerced or willing conquest. He was definitely a pervert though, he 
loved to watch them hoping to catch a glimpse of knickers or if he was 
really lucky even a little pussy. He had picked this very spot for this. You 
see he had packed his tent, bought some very casual clothes, as a suit and 
tie were his normal attire, and let his beard grow although he kept it 
neatly trimmed. He had also brought some camouflage equipment and 
binoculars, he used for bird watching. Although these were a different type 
of bird, he was always well prepared for any scenario. If the authorities 
saw him he could explain away his presence there, and also his manner of 
attire. He'd scoped out this place along time ago. It was one of those 
places young children thought as their own domain, it was not cool enough 
for the older kids to go to and too far off the beaten track for the adults. 
It had been a footpath at the back of a large church and cemetery 
originally, but with the building of new houses, and the widening and moving 
of roads it had been forgotten by most. Except that is the small children 
that built swings and dens in the trees and bushes. It wasn't too far from 
houses, but far enough not to be seen.

He'd been saving his holidays all year just for this trip. Chosen this spot 
from many he had researched. It had in fact taken him nearly two years to 
choose this spot. Far enough away from his home to avoid being recognised, 
and familiar enough for him to know quick exit and entrances. He had set up 
camp close enough to the swings and dens to observe them, but far enough 
away not to seem to be a threat. He made no attempt to communicate with any 
of the children he saw the first few days, he wanted them to get used to his 
presence first. He noticed almost straight away that all but two boys, all 
the children playing were girls. He had counted fourteen different children 
in the first three days. His choice of location was better than he first 
hoped.

He had got up early Saturday morning, knowing full well that the younger 
kids would be out early. He set himself up in a set of rhododendron bushes 
in his camouflage gear, and settled down to wait for them to arrive. It took 
longer than he thought it would, and was about to shift to another location 
when three girls arrived to play on the swing. It was a rope swing that 
someone had rigged up, a single rope with a hefty stick tied at the bottom 
for the rider to sit on. He watched them taking turns on the swing, and used 
his binoculars every time one particular girl had her turn. She was slim and 
dark skinned, maybe Oriental Asian mix. She was also wearing skirt. It took 
a little time before he got his reward and saw she was wearing lime green 
knickers. The rope was pushing against her pussy, but he saw enough to make 
him hard, he marked her down as a possible. He stayed there half the day 
watching them; even once they tired of the swing and just sat to talk he 
watched them. Eventually they drifted off and he retired to his tent to 
masturbate over what he'd seen.

Later in the afternoon he noticed a chubby girl arrive, she was searching 
for the others before she wandered off unable to find anyone to play with. 
He had seen her before; she always wore the same dress, a little threadbare 
but it was always clean. She never arrived with anyone, and although the 
others did not shun her I could tell she was uncomfortable with them. Maybe 
it was her weight, maybe she was teased at school about it, but the children 
here did not tease her. She was still uncomfortable however. He marked her 
down also as a possible.

The two girls he marked at possible he now watched more intently than the 
others, making a note of what time they arrived and left. He noticed that 
they seemed to have a little more freedom than most of the others, staying 
later or arriving earlier than the other kids. He marked them down in his 
little note booked as plump wood pigeon, and pretty green finch. He had 
other genuine birds in his book, but these two were the only ones that made 
his cock chirp.

This study went on for days. He was always careful not to move too quickly, 
carelessness was how you got caught. Over the years he had perfected his 
methods and a couple of close calls in early years had made him a waiter and 
a watcher. Wait for the right girl, and wait for the right moment to act. 
Watch the girl, and watch for the right moment. Opportunity knocks for those 
who wait etc. So that's what he did. He was lucky enough one day to be 
watching his plump pigeon, when she left the group and wandered off towards 
him. He thought she was going to come into his bush, but instead she walked 
around it looking for something. He watched her intently wandering what she 
could be looking for; they had no ball or anything else that could be lost. 
Then she stopped looking back round the bush at her friends before lifting 
her dress and pulling her knickers to one side squatting down and peeing. 
She kept on looking round, making sure no one could see her. She did not see 
the pervert in the bushes only feet away, drooling saliva and dribbling cum 
staring at her plump bald pussy imagining what it would look like with his 
fat cock impaled in it. When she had finished she took the hem of her dress 
where it crossed over double, and she dabbed her pussy dry before pulling up 
and straightening her knickers and dress then returning to the others as 
casually as she could as not to let them know where she had been, and what 
she had been up to.

He now wished he had brought his camera with him, for a shot like that he 
could wank for weeks. But a camera would be evidence against him if he were 
caught, so it was out of the question. They call it grooming when an adult 
prepares a minor for their own sexual gratification, but he didn't really do 
any of that. He just prepared himself to be ready when the time was right, 
so he could take advantage of any given situation and turn it around. Every 
couple of days he would not go camouflaged, and he would just stay around 
camp brewing coffee or cooking a stew or something, anything really to make 
it look like he was camping, bird watching, having a holiday. Not on a hunt. 
He rotated his days watching as not to set an obvious pattern to what he was 
doing.

His waits were always fruitful, and this one was no exception. He was 
sitting by his camp just watching the pretty green finch arrival. She was on 
her own and very early for a school day. Maybe she had not been today for 
whatever reason, but he didn't care why. He was just glad she was there to 
brighten his day. She was wearing a blue and white t-shirt and a navy blue 
skirt that looked too big for her. No knickers glimpses today he thought, 
her skirt would cover her when she was on the swing. He couldn't go and get 
his binoculars now, it would look way too obvious, and so he made his way 
off around the un-official campsite picking up firewood. Keeping one eye on 
his little prey, as he went about his business. She had noticed him before, 
and had seen him when she arrived, she had also seen him collecting firewood 
so this was nothing new to her as she jumped on the swing and tried to touch 
the branches high above. This was a sort of game they all played, seeing how 
high they could go, no real prize except for the knowledge that you had got 
higher than anyone else that day. A new game next time, and no real record 
being taken from the game before so everyone started again equally.

Then it happened. She jumped onto the swing, only this time the stick seat 
wasn't straight and she sort of missed. It flicked from under her scraping 
her leg, and she tumbled in a heap on the ground. He saw his opportunity and 
leapt into action, running over to her to help her up. She was sprawled out 
with her legs akimbo and her skirt under her chin, he certainly got a very 
good look at her knickers, and also a tear in them along the seam in between 
her pussy and her leg. There was also a red scrape marks on her thigh and 
where the hole was that the stick had made. He knelt beside her and helped 
her to sit up asking her if she was ok? She had tears in her eyes but she 
wanted to be brave and so she just nodded affirmatively. Are you sure? He 
asked. That was a nasty tumble you took. He put his arm around her in a 
friendly comforting way, he couldn't helped but look down at her groove 
where her pussy would be covered by her knickers. She hadn't push her skirt 
down yet, and he wasn't about to tell her whilst he could enjoy the view. He 
asked her if she could stand, and they made the effort to stand together. 
She didn't get all the way up before she winced and sat back down with a 
pained expression, and maybe a few more tears in her eyes. He reached into 
his pockets to find a little pocket sized first aid kit and took out some 
cream, some antiseptic wipes, and a packet of plasters. He said that it 
looked nasty and could get infected as he opened her legs with one hand, and 
moving in taking a closer look at her wound and her pussy. So not to alert 
her suspicions; he opened a packet of the antiseptic wipes and moved in to 
clean her wound. The stick had marked her in varying degrees from just above 
the knee to almost her belly button. Small droplets of blood could be seen 
just at the surface along the middle part of the line, but he started at the 
bottom and worked his way gently and steadily up.

She must of thought that this man was just here to help her in her hour of 
need so to speak, as she did nothing to cover her modesty and in fact pulled 
her knees up and opened her legs wider to allow him easier access. He was 
almost drooling onto her, and it was hard for him to control his urge to 
just jump her right there and then. He knew however, he had to wait until 
she was ripe and ready for him to take advantage of. He informed her that 
the wound would need cleaning properly and that the wipes weren't good 
enough, but he had hot water on the fire and clean dressing for her at his 
campsite. Asking her if she thought she could make it that far, she nodded 
and they both stood up again. This time she was a little steadier on her 
feet, however the pain was still intense and she had to lean on this kind 
gentleman that had come to her rescue.

Once at the camp he rearranged a few things including a tarp and a blanket 
for her to lie on, which she did. He busied himself getting all the 
necessary bits and pieces together to treat her injuries, and then came back 
to her. He knelt down between her legs and began the process of cleaning 
then drying the wound. He told her not to worry it would be all right, as he 
moved her knickers to one side so he could get to her pussy easier and clean 
the wound beneath the material. His administering of the dressing, which was 
actually only an old torn white towel, slipped occasionally so he could 
actually put his bare fingers onto her flesh. To get to the top of the wound 
he needed to move her skirt higher, out of the way. This would be a test of 
her reactions. She didn't flinch at all, which was always a good sign. 
Cleaning the top of the wound he made his way back down towards her knickers 
once more, still proceeding slowly as not to startle her. Once he reached 
her knickers he lifted the band to allow him to proceed further, again she 
seemed ok with this. He suggested that it would be easier if she removed 
them, and although she was nervous at the prospect of letting a complete 
stranger see her privates, he was after all helping her and administering 
first aid. So she shuffled out of them with his help, he took them from her 
and examined the tear in them. He also examined the damp patch in the 
gusset, wishing it were pussy juice but knowing it was most probably pee 
from the last time she went. Still he would get a great thrill from putting 
them to his nose and sniffing the crutch. So he told her he could mend them, 
after all he had a needle and thread somewhere. Again this knight in not so 
shining armour had come to her rescue, and she now felt even safer with him. 
Of course this was just what he wanted.

Now her underwear had been removed he had a perfect view of her pussy, in 
it's finest detail. He was hard and horny, but still he had to play it slow 
and cool. He wanted to see how she would react to him, so he got up and 
walked away. She was quick to ask him where he was going; he was equally 
quick to tell her he needed to pee. With that he walked over to where the 
plump pigeon had been and he pulled out his pecker and peed. He stood at a 
slight angle so she could see his cock, and he noticed out of the corner of 
his eye, that she leant over a little more for a better look. This pleased 
him immensely. He shook it off and put it away as he turned round to face 
her, making sure she could have a quick full on look at him. After all he 
had seen nearly all of her already, and he didn't even yet know her name. 
Although to him names were not important, what was important was how far she 
would go. How far before he would either have to force her, or have let her 
go. He nearly always let them go if there was a chance of another encounter 
with either her, or one of her friends.

He only ever forced them if he knew he was moving on or going home. Even 
then he had actually coerced them, or blackmailed them into doing his 
bidding. This would probably be the case with his pretty little green finch. 
He had her knickers in his pocket, which she had removed and given him 
willingly. He had also touch her almost intimately already without her 
stopping him, and she was interested in what his organ looked like. All 
these things were mere justification for him to move on to the next stage. 
He would of preferred to have her in his tent by now, but he knew he 
couldn't rush her or she would get nervous and bolt.

Going into the tent he told her he was searching for some cream for her 
wound, and the needle and thread for her knickers. He already knew where 
these items were; he was just stalling for time and working out his best 
strategy to lure her into the tent. This was taking longer than he would 
have liked, he knew he should have brought her straight into the tent in the 
first place. A simple mistake, but always better to err on the side of 
caution. It would be better for him if she were in there, so he could touch 
her properly, more intimately. The pretty green finch however solved the 
problem herself, as she offered to help him look for the items.

It was a large four-man tent with a double door, porch, and storage at the 
front. Inside there was a double inflatable bed with a big sleeping bag on 
it, a lot of bags to keep things dry in case it rained. Scattered around 
were various magazines and books on bird watching, although these were part 
of his ruse, he also used to be an avid ornithologist. Although he had long 
since dropped this hobby to watch the little ones instead.

She stumbled into the tent and hobbled over to the bed and flopped down. 
There in one of the bags he told her, and she grabbed the first one and 
started to look. He knew that there weren't any of the items in any of the 
bags near her, but that was what he wanted. She was sat very un-lady like, 
with her legs open and her skirt high. He guessed this was so not to let 
anything touch her wound, but it also gave him a good view of her sweet 
treasures. He licked his lips wandering whether he would be lucky enough to 
taste it. After awhile searching he figured she had settled down enough for 
him to make his next move, so he picked up the correct bag where he knew the 
cream and sewing kit were. He found the cream first, it wasn't really 
ointment for a wound, and it was actually KY jelly. However he kept the 
front of the tube away from her just in case she knew what KY was, although 
he doubted it. He also didn't want her to remember the name, just in case 
she let the cat out of the bag at a later date. He found the sewing kit and 
set it aside to fix her knickers, but first things first he was going to 
apply her cream.

He knelt down beside the bed as not to crowd her, and to keep her feeling 
comfortable with his presence. He put a small amount of the jelly on his 
fingers and started to smear it on starting at the bottom of the wound near 
her knee. He spoke to her gently asking her if it was ok, and to make sure 
he wasn't hurting her. Working his way slowly up towards his goal. Gradually 
he started using more of his hand on the rest of her thigh, but only his 
fingers gently smeared the jelly onto her scratch. The higher he got, the 
more excited he got. His penis was fully erect, and had been for quite 
awhile now. Although the closer he got to his goal, the more it throbbed to 
the point it was actually hurting him a little now. He got there eventually; 
he was actually rubbing the jelly onto the wound right next to her pussy. 
With a little twist of his hand so it would lie flat on her leg and pussy 
together he proceeded to smear it all over, letting his fingers slip between 
her preteen pussy lips. She gasped at this so he moved on up only to return 
once she had settled down. He got a bigger glob of KY this time and split it 
between both hands, using one hand at the top of her wound and the other to 
continue where he had left off. He was almost massaging the thigh now, 
except his fingers were in contact with her most intimate place. Here eyes 
closed. She had never felt quite like this before. Yes she had touched 
herself down below before, even though her mummy had told her it was dirty, 
however it had never, ever felt this good. Both his hands had met now, and 
he was concentrating all his efforts on the little ones pussy. She was 
squirming under his hands as he made a beeline towards her clit, pinching it 
between his thumb and finger made her jump almost off the airbed. His other 
fingers were moving towards her virgin hole. He figured if he timed it right 
he might be able to pop her cherry without her knowing, or even if she did 
notice any pain he could pass it off as her wound and maybe even get her to 
let him give her a sort of internal.

She was putty in his hands right now; she would probably of done almost 
anything. So he made his move, he placed his finger just inside the entrance 
to her vagina and pushed gently until he came to her hymen. He was pleased 
and disappointed at the same time to find it intact. He thought with the 
amount of time she had spent on that swing that she would surely of ripped 
it herself by now. But alas he would have the honour of being the first, so 
he pinched her clit again and once again she jumped almost off the bed as he 
pushed his finger hard into her. She winced as she came down and he slipped 
his finger back out. He apologised and said he would be gentler, and she 
seemed to except this and so things continued. He pushed his finger gently 
back to her entrance and then when he thought the time was right he inched 
her clit again. As she jumped he pushed hard once more inside her, she 
winced again although not as much this time but again he removed his finger 
as she came down. He slowed down but didn't stop and asked her where the 
pain was? She just pointed directly at her vagina and said inside. BINGO! He 
had hit the jackpot here. He was almost coming in his pants already. He 
carried on rubbing the jelly all over her pussy with one hand, asking her if 
this was the place whilst pushing his finger gently into her opening, but 
this time not pinching her clit. She nodded to him, so he pushed a little 
further asking her to tell him when it hurt. He had his finger in all the 
way to the second knuckle, obviously past her now broken hymen before she 
said there, but she also told him it wasn't as bad now. He told her that was 
because of the cream, and that he would rub some more in if she wanted.

Of course she wanted more, she had never felt so good in her life before. 
Her home life was pretty shitty; her father had been a drunk when he had 
actually been home, her mother was always out and spent most of the money on 
clothes and going out trying to capture her youth. She had had the little 
green finch at a very young age. So there was very little in the house apart 
from food. There were never any toys, or books, things like that cost money.

The pervert carried on rubbing the jelly all over her pussy, trying to make 
her feel as good as he possibly could. He knew that the nicer she felt, the 
more inclined she would be to do his bidding and the easier she would be to 
manipulate later. He pushed his creamy finger back inside her and used his 
thumb to gently massage around her clit, using his other hand to undo his 
pants and free his throbbing cock. He was in full swing now, masturbating 
her towards probably her first orgasm. He lay down by her side, leaning over 
so his cock was actually resting on her thigh dribbling pre-cum onto her. 
She was panting hard now, eyes closed hands grasping at the sleeping bag. He 
took her hand and placed it around his cock, which she grabbed and squeezed 
as she came. Just then he came too, spewing cum all over her hand and 
thighs. She sensed something was different and looked down, he was trying to 
cover up but she saw his penis in her hand and she froze. Realisation of 
what they had been doing read all over her face. Fear of being caught or 
found out registered in her young mind. What should she do?

Had he over stepped the mark? He knew he had gone too far, all that careful 
planning and slow play could have been a total waste. He might of just blown 
it all for just one quick orgasm with this little cutie. He'd blown caution 
to the wind, and given in to pure lust. His mind was in turmoil now, had he 
gone too far as to endanger his precious prize? He hoped not, as he waited 
to see what she would do now.

He started to apologise to her, explaining to her that he felt so good when 
he'd seen her having those sweet feelings she was having and he was having 
them too. Which is why he had had to get out his penis so she could make him 
feel even better. He knew he should have asked her first, but it was 
sneaking up on him quickly, like it did with her. She knew exactly what he 
was talking about; it had sneaked up on her just like he explained. So she 
started to relax as he clean the mess off her. Once clean he hugged her and 
said he would fix her knickers now. Picking them out of his pocket, he held 
them up to examine the tear, and turning away from her he held them to his 
nose and inhaled deeply. This made his cock twitch, which also reminded him 
he had not put it back into his pants yet which he did now. He threaded a 
needle and began to sew her knickers back together; luckily for her it was 
along the seam and would be hardly noticeable by anyone without close 
scrutiny. He stroked to gusset whilst he sewed, with the knowledge that her 
sweet pussy had been there. Once finished he sniffed them once more before 
turning round again, and he offered to help her back into them. With his 
help she climbed back into her knickers, she even allowed him to smooth them 
over her bottom and pussy.

She felt naughty and maybe even a little dirty, but she had enjoyed what she 
had let him do to her. She knew it was wrong, but still she had relented and 
let him do it. She couldn't tell anyone, she had been the one to take her 
knickers off in front of a complete stranger, and she had been the one to 
allow him to touch her where even her mother had told her not to touch 
herself. She therefore had to keep it a secret, or face the consequences of 
her own actions, never mind his. She might even let him do it again to her; 
she may even touch him again just to see his penis spurt again.

He was safe even though he didn't know it yet. He helped her out of the tent 
and down towards the path past the swing, this was about as far as he dared 
to go just in case there were others around. He asked her if she would be ok 
now, she swung round and hugged him giving him a peck on the cheek. She 
thanked him and hobbled away towards home. Breathing a sigh of relief he 
made his way back to his campsite, counting his blessings and kicking 
himself for being such a fool. He had almost blown the whole deal in one 
quick motion; only luck and a neglected girl had been on his side this time. 
It could easily have gone the other way, and he could be running away right 
now trying to avoid the cops or at the very least a few angry parents. Once 
back in his tent he shut the doors, pulled down his pants, and started to 
masturbate. Sniffing his fingers day dreaming of the encounter he had just 
had. He cleaned up using the ripped up towel he had used as a dressing on 
his little pretty green finch, and then put the towel in a zip lock bag 
savouring her scent for later.
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