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deep valley between them, the gold chain at the bottom of the valley like a golden stream… and the string between the triangles jumping the gap like a small bridge. I was excited and nervous too, to look any lower. But, I couldn’t help it. A smooth very flat tummy. A little belly button similar to mine. A slim waist, another white string with a bow, tied to another white triangle. Creased at the front into three soft upward pointing grooves. So this was Alva! She must be the Swedish goat hearder that dad was talking about with uncle John. I still couldn’t see any goats though.

In bed that night, The beautiful blonde, Alva was all I could think of. I thought about her, as I touched myself. I hadn’t been doing that for long. It felt nice though. And pretty ladies made me want to do it all the more.

Next day I ran home from school, slammed the gate and shouted ‘Hi Dad’ without stopping. “You’re in a hurry today, everything alright? “ he called after me. “Got some homework Dad, I’ll be down for dinner” I shouted as I sprinted up the stairs to my room.

She was there again. I looked along the outside of the scope to see where It was pointing, it was easier to generally align it that way, then, look through it and fine tune the rest. Instead of looking through it, and having no idea where I was looking, a patch of grass here, some clear pool water there, it just didn’t work very well that way. But, there she was, stretched out on a lounger this time. I guided the telescope to look at her. She was face down. Head turned, face pointing my way. She wore mirrored ‘Sunnies.’ that were pointing my way. but I think she was asleep again. That Goat hearding job must be hard work.

Day after day, this happened. She always seemed to be around the pool somewhere when I finished school. I wondered how long she had been there.

Her hair had looked so soft and beautiful, I wanted to stroke it, I wanted to stroke her all over. She had a film star face, she was so pretty. This one time, I looked down along her back, and wow, there were no strings, no straps, I moved the old brass telescope further down. She had no top on. I could just make out the outline of her tiddy nipple, (The first real one I’d ever seen) but, that meant……. If she sat up….. Then I would see EVERYTHING! I watched her for two solid hours, tracking up and down her body, Hoping she would move, taking in every inch, impressing that view of perfection into my brain. until dad called me down for dinner and I reluctantly left my watch over her. She hadn’t moved at all while I had watched. I think she was asleep. I had wanted her to sit up, I wanted desperately to properly see her boobs. She was gone by the time dinner was finished. I was disapointed. But she was in my thoughts as I played with my thingy later. I found an old sock to help me tidy up. Next day, she was swimming up and down like a beautiful silky pink mermaid. I crouched and looked along the body of the scope, the way I normaly did to find her again, before zooming in on her close up beauty as I normally did. But, this time, I saw a flash of something move across the water, out of the corner of my eye, what was that? It stopped moving at the same time that I stopped moving the scope.

Oh Damn, shit, shit, shit.(very rude words at the time) It was the sun reflecting off the scope glass sending a circular spot of light skimming across Mr Heads pool area.

Had she seen that? I ducked behind my curtains. If she did, then I would be in trouble for sure. Mr Head might come to tell me off. My heart was pounding. I peered around the curtains, she was still swimming, up and down. Maybe she hadn’t seen it after all. I don’t know how though. . Wow, that was close. I would have to be more careful. I always moved the scope so slowly after that, watching the reflected light patch move, only when she seemed to be looking in another direction. Or swimming away from me. Another few lengths, turning like a mermaid again at the end of each one, sleek, slim, sexy. So hot! Then at the end of another length, she lifted her wet body from the water, the water running in streams off her wet skin, I chanced another short move with the scope, and watched water dripping from her elbows, down her legs and from a point between her legs. Water that had been all over her body, I wanted to be that water, and surround her with myself. I wanted to be like the water and touch her face, her lips, her boobs, and that spot between her legs where the water dripped from as she got out of the pool.

She wrapped herself in a towel, and slowly rubbed herself dry. Now I didn’t want to be water anymore, I wanted to be that huge bath towel. Warming and drying her, and holding her tight. Next day, no sign of her. I was still worried about the light beam that had skimmed around near her. Had she seen it? Did she realize I was watching her every day?

Then it was the weekend, I had only seen her after school on weekdays. I would have to wait till Monday now. Maybe she looked after the baby goats at the weekend. Monday, after school. I came home quickly, Dad was coming down the stairs from my room as I burst in . “Hey little man. How you doing? I just dropped some washing off in your room” he said. “Thanks Dad, I called as I sprinted up the stairs past him to my room. That could have been awkward if he had came in a few minutes later, especially as Alva was causing me a lot of big Stiffy’s in my pants lately. “ I’ll be down soon Dad” I called. “Lots of Homework, you know” YESSSSS! She was there, my Beautiful Alva.

One of my teachers was married to a Swedish man, I had asked her to find out about the name. (Dad had said she was Swedish) He said it might have an ‘e’ after it, and meant something like ‘Elf,’ or ‘Small one' something like that, he wasn’t sure. She was there though., walking around with a white robe draped over herself this time. She approached the pool. She seemed to be looking in my direction, my heart was pounding. I quickly moved out of sight. But really, I don’t think she was looking for me.

She pulled the cord around her waist and pushed the gown off her shoulders, she was naked! Absolutley frikken naked. She dived into the pool. I struggled to breathe for a while as I watched her through the scope. She was magnificent. My Alva. My magnificent Elf girl.

Eventually she pulled herself out of the pool, the water running off her naked body into puddles around her, which was a moment, I’d never forget. She put the robe on again, grabbed her shiny sunnies, and sat reading a magazine. With the wet material of her robe almost see through. Clinging to her every curve and contour of her figure. When she changed positions I saw her nipples clearly highlighted through the wet material, I backed into the shadows and took my self in hand again, for probably the 50th time recently, thinking about her.

Next day, she wasn’t in the pool, but sitting in her robe on the pool edge, this seemed to be her new favourite spot, Knees bent up. A magazine in her lap. Soon after I started watching her, she dropped the top of the robe back from her shoulders, and rubbed sun lotion into her shoulders and neck. I wanted to help, she seemed to be looking straight at me, but I’m sure she couldn’t see me from that far away. Then she pushed the robe right off again. I homed in on her boobs with the scope. And saw her rubbing copious amounts of sun cream into them, carefully, slowly, one at a time. I actually saw her whole boob again, both of them in fact. They were things of beauty. Each, soft and full, and tipped with a pink nipple.

Next day, I rushed home from school as usual, would she be there?

As I went down our street I saw there had been more movement in the building work next door. The walls had risen….. a lot.

No, no, no nooooo. Not that. They hadn’t built there for two years, how could they start again right now?

I knew that the extra height would obscure my view of Alva. My beautiful secret treasure, the girl of my dreams.

NOOOOOO!

I sprinted up the stairs. Bursting in to my room, I looked through the telescope. At that moment I learned two things in quick succession. 1. She was there, but she had moved, away from the pool, she was spread out naked on the blanket, her perfect breasts pointing to the sky, nipples hard like they wanted me to touch them, legs open. Showing a triangle of fair hair down there. But, she had changed positions now, she was In the middle of the grass. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GRASS! She must have known she couldn’t be seen with the telescope if she stayed by the pool anymore. So, she had moved to another position where the telescope could still see her. Of course…. She had known all along that she was being watched. She had known all along! And she had moved for me! So that I could keep watching her. And the second thing I learned? Was when I’d noticed, that ‘The Scope’ was already pointing at her new location. Not towards the pool anymore. And I certainly hadn’t moved it myself. Point number 2. While I had been at school everyday, My Dad had been watching her too.

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