Stalk 01

“Nothing ever happens around here.”

Looking through the viewfinder of his camera from the balcony of his apartment, Lezard heaved a heavy sigh. Nothing. Well, nothing of interest anyway. There were some kids playing baseball in the back alley, and that older, blonde woman across the way was watering her Chia herb garden, but nothing else. The sky was cloudless, the weather was hot and nothing interesting was happening.

“Being all the way up here, you would think I’d see something,” Lezard mumbled as he let go of the camera. The strap around his neck caught it, and it swung to the side a couple times before settling against his chest. It was the weight of his failure.

Spotting an empty beer bottle on the balcony, Lezard grabbed for it, grinning. Sometimes you just had to make your own destiny.

Making ready to chuck the bottle from the fourth floor balcony and into the alley where those troublesome kids were playing, something in the distance caught Lezard’s eye.

About half a block over a young woman was coming out the back door of her house, sporting a deliciously revealing bikini.

“Why, hello there,” Lezard said, bringing up the camera once again. He had never seen her before, a new resident perhaps. And oh-so worth ravishing with his new telephoto lens. Without taking his eyes off her, Lezard reached for the lens on the table beside him and proceeded to screw it on. “Much better,” he muttered looking through the viewfinder.

She was even more beautiful close up. He especially loved the way her silver hair framed her face in the sunlight. That deserved a picture.

Click.

Lezard followed her across the yard all the way to a small pink wading pool and frowned. Did she have kids? Even worse, was she married? Oh well, that never stopped him before.

Click.

The woman paused and shrugged before stepping into the pool. She didn’t seem too concerned about nosy ground floor neighbors looking in on her; the privacy fence surrounding the property would easily take care of them. However, Lezard was four floors up with a camera sporting a 500 mm telephoto lens.

As she eased herself into the pool, Lezard could see her shiver. The water must have been cold, but the face she made and the way her whole body trembled was absolutely adorable. She must have been quickly adjusting to the water because she slid back further, kicking her legs out of the one side so just her belly was submerged. Her long legs glistened in the sun, shiny and wet and very, very tantalizing.

Click.

With a careless toss of her hand, she flipped a stray lock of hair over her shoulder.

Click.

She certainly seemed to be enjoying the sun, which surprised Lezard. Her skin was lily-white. But life was always full of surprises like this one, and that’s what made it so incredibly tolerable… even pleasurable. Goddess-beautiful women lounging in tiny pink wading pools, that’s what made life worth living.

And when she began tugging on the straps of her bikini top, Lezard thanked whatever god existed that he didn’t succeed in killing himself yesterday.

Click. Click. Click.
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By Nichole