Finsbury Park was a begrimed part of North London, street upon street, of Victorian-era terrace planetary house, mostly, three or four base high.

Many, if not nigh, had been split into one or two-room flats and a lot of those were quite illegal, in-so-far-as, they failed to meet the regularisation required of landlords. But people were desperate for accommodation, consequently very few dared to complain.

I was lucky, share of the road that I lived in had been demolished and a pair of pocket-sized blocks of flatcar built. My auction block was only three storey gamey and comprised of six apartment. It had been built in the seventies and had been well maintained, it was quite wondrous compared to most around me.

The face survey was approve, nothing particular, but not too drab. The spinal column, however, was another story. My own occlusion’s garages were immediately behind and beyond that was the rear gardens of the houses in the future route. I use the Bible ‘ gardens’very loosely. ninety percent of them were overgrown tripe tips, most looking like they had been like that for very many years.

The backs of the family were just a mess of higgledy-piggledy drain pipes in all sorting of colouring. Windows of many varying soma and sizes, some boarded over, some with grime mantle, many with none. The odd one, here and there, with squeamish curtains and maybe a small-scale window box with flowers,

One eventide, I looked out of my living way back window, checking a randomness at the service department, there was zilch to worry about though, just some guy locking up.

My eyes went to the menage opposite, what a all-fired mess, I thought. It was getting dark and lights were blinking on, one particularly promising, drew my care. The elbow room had no curtains, it appeared to be a mixture of kitchen, dining and living way all squeezed into one.

But what had caught my attention was when I saw a marvelous blackamoor char walking across the room to a sink. I don’t know why but I stopped to watch, she turned on the tap and I saw her testing the function water with her hired man before she began to strip. I shouldn’t be looking at this was my first thought and I was about to turn away but then something held me there. I think it was her figure, even at this length it looked to be quite striking.

The sentiment of fetching my binoculars crossed my mind, but almost immediately, I dismissed it, I wasn’t a voyeur.

I saw her start to launder herself, her boob were very evident, I wanted to see them closer. The urge for the binoculars grew stiff, with a shake of my capitulum, I went and got them.

Her dead body came exculpated into view as I focused, I caught my breathing time, she was totally stunning. My earlier belief had been right, her boob were magnificent, especially the way they thrust out in presence of her. I guessed her to be somewhere in her mid-twenties and extremely pretty.

She now had the flannel at her white meat, I watched as she lifted one higher to wash underneath, followed by the other. I knew I should stop what I was doing, it felt completely wrong and alien to my nature, but I was transfixed by her beauty.

She had now bent her knees with her legs splayed apart and was washing her pussy, it looked as sexy as hell. I felt a tingle between my legs, God ! I was getting turned on just watching her.

I let one hand drop down to my social movement and pressed at my crotch, for a second I only squeezed my hired hand against my pussy, but then I was rubbing myself.

I had bother holding the binoculars firm with only one helping hand, I kept losing her. I pulled an armchair towards me so I could straddle the arm of the hot seat. Now I could use two hands to hold the binoculars and rest my elbow joint on the windowpane sill.

She was reaching behind herself and she out to forwards as she washed her ass. Without any witting thought process, I was grinding my pussy hard down on the arm of the chair. I pushed my pelvic girdle further back, my clitoris now rubbing along the arm as I humped faster and faster. prick ! I gasped as I began to climax, the chair banging against the wall as I fucked it. The orgasm ripped at my body, so vivid from my heightened arousal.

I was lucky with my timing, I finished cumming exactly as she finished washing, although I still humped at the death chair as I watched her dry herself.

I watched while she dressed before she turned to leave the room.

I collapsed into the chair, reflecting on what I had seen and what I had just done. I felt dirty and disgusted with myself. I had to admit though, that it had been the well orgasm I had experienced for age and I could see the large wet patch at the front man of my jeans.

The following evening and also the one after, I found myself constantly looking across at the room but saw no foretoken of her, it left me feeling a bit down.

On the next day, I came back from taking a shower, just in time to see her getting dressed, then she was rinsing the sink. sodomist ! I had missed the show. A feeling of dire dashing hopes flooded over me, I was totally shocked at my reaction.

Two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, I was shopping down the Holloway Road, when I passed a well sleep together photographic workshop. I stopped in my racecourse, there in the window was a heavy telescope, a bit expensive but low-priced, it was just what I wanted.

The salesman was soon tidal bore to aid. “ What did I intend using it for ? ” He asked, but seeing my muddiness he went on, “ what I mean is, do you specify on studying the stars, or perhaps wench watching, it makes a lot of difference to which type of telescope you need. ” I hadn’t anticipated the question, to me a telescope was just that, a telescope !

I knew I was blushing as my thought raced, fowl watching he had said, how right he was, a gorgeous merl ! I hoped he thought my rosiness was just down to my simple embarrassment at my lack of knowledge. “ Oh no, I’m not interested in the virtuoso, just, well, sort of finale range scenery and things, ” I said a bit lamely.

He wasn’t in the slightest bit phased though, he seemed completely satisfied with my explanation. He went over to a ledge, selected a box before unpacking a completely different role model. “ This should suit your demand, ” as he set it up on a tripod, then he said, “ why don’t you point it out the window, see what you think. ”

He showed me how to focus and then I was astounded when the shops opposite suddenly appeared to be only metrical foot away. “ Wow ! I thought I would be able to see everything in mulct point with this beauty. ” I could feel myself getting wet with anticipation.

The monetary value was nowhere near as bad as I expected, so very shortly, I had paid and was on my way, rushing home to get my new toy set up.

I kept it low, just over the window sill so as not to be too obvious. Then I looked across the gardens and focused. My God ! I was in her elbow room, or so it seemed, I could actually show the prominent writing on a packet of cereals sitting following to her sink.

That evening I was crushed, there’d been no sign of her.

But the keep up day, there she was.

She wandered about, tidying as she went. I watched her as she microwaved a ready meal, eating it together with a nursing bottle of wine-colored, it was a Lambrusco, not really my cup of tea, but okay.

Then she was running water supply at the swallow hole, I saw her testing the H2O before she fetched a towel, here we go I thought and felt myself tingling with excitation. I had already rearranged my furniture a slight, the armchair better positioned for me. I had spread one of my silky nightdress on the arm to make it soft for my slit in expectancy of a nice sexy show.

She was undressing, as my chick dropped to the storey, I didn’t have any pantie on, I was set up and eagerly waiting for whatever she might have to proffer. It was a repeat operation of the premature affair, except for one big difference, this time, I could see everything in close-up detail.

Her nipples were gorgeous and I could see them swelling under her touch.

I had begun my humping of the chairperson, the silk of the nightgown soft and ennoble rubbing along my slit. I humped harder when her custody went to her pussy, I could just see in between her prick when she held it overt to wash off there. Faster I humped as my pulse rate began to race.

Tonight, she took much longer over her pussy, I wondered why. Then with a cushion, I realised she had begun to work with herself. I saw one hand go back to her breast, she was tweaking at a teat and then she was flicking at it, hard.

I clearly saw her rubbing her button, a smile on her face. I couldn’t screw my pussy on the hot seat any faster than I was already doing but I tried my hardest, my Mary Jane were on fire.

After a while I knew she was cumming, I could see her legs shaking as she orgasmed.

I moaned very loudly as I strived for my orgasm, I wanted to cum with her. She was now standing up straight but she continued to caress her breasts.

Then I was there, my sexual climax was fantastic, I writhed on the arm of the chair as if it were my devotee, and indeed, it was.

When I looked back up, she was nowhere in mint. With shaking legs I went and opened a bottle of wine-colored, I needed it just to help me recover.

Then a idea struck me, why had she stood and carried on rubbing her knocker ? With a jounce I thought, she couldn’t have known I was watching, surely. If she had, then that meant, she had been putting on a display for me. Was it potential ? I wondered. But then, it occurred to me, that with my lights off, I’m sure enough she wouldn’t have been able to see me, or could she ?

It was the afternoon, I’d just come from having a shower and was still wrapped in my towel. It had become a wont to coup d'oeil through my one-eyed friend as I passed.

She was there, not as clear to see as she was at night when her lights were on. I knew that if she had known I had been watching her the other nighttime, then she would be looking my way at times.

With a sudden impulse, I dropped my towel, to begin wandering about, gross naked.

Of a sudden, she seemed to disappear, then a small movement caught my eye, she was stood up to her window but to the position, just a fiddling of her face showing. My God ! She is was watching me.

I felt all excited but also nervous, I mean, what was I thinking by parading myself naked in front of another woman. I suddenly felt shy, I knew I had gone bright red and I turned to catch for the towel, but as I did, she stepped into view and stood to face me.

I stopped, torn two manner, whether to cover myself or let her see, I moved closer to the window. Slowly she began to peel, her top, followed by her bra and then her dame and panties. She stood still then, as we stared at each other.

She shook me then, by raising a hand and she waved at me before I saw her hand go to her bosom, I could see her rolling them beneath her touch. Slowly I lifted my arm to flap back. She blew me a kiss, so I did the same. Then she caressed a hand down over her tummy before it cupped her mound.

Now what ! I wasn’t at my telescope and she didn’t have one, so whilst we could certainly see each other, it wasn’t that close up to see very much.

Almost without a thought, I raised my hand again and I beckoned to her. She lifted her blazon and articulatio humeri and shrugged, perhaps she hadn’t understood my meaning. So I beckoned again, a bit more hyperbolise this time.

I had no way of knowing whether she understood me or not but I saw her collect her clothes before she disappeared once more.

I went and dressed, before sitting with a bottle of wine. What the shag was I doing, I wondered. I had never before ever looked at another womanhood, but somehow she had got under my pelt, I knew that I was mesmerised by her, I knew that I wanted to see her closer.

But then the sentiment came, like a New York minute. If she came over, it wouldn’t just be looking anymore ! “ Oh God, what have I done ? Could I affect a womanhood ? Could I let a woman advert me ? ” Suddenly, I wanted to blot out. I had been unintelligent and acted without any thought, what a chump I felt.

The doorbell rang, I spilt my vino when I jumped. “ Oh fuck, she’s here. Now, what do I do ? ”

The Alexander Melville Bell rang again, longer this sentence. I walked to the door but when I raised my paw to the latch, I hesitated. The sound of the gong jolted me back. Slowly, I opened the door, and there she was.

She smiled at me, “ I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind, had second mentation. Have you ? Had second opinion I mean. ” I opened the door wider and took a step back. I had answered her question by inviting her in.

She held a bottle of wine-colored, yes, it was Lambrusco. “ You can interchange your mind if you want to, but let’s not liquidate this, ” she said, waving the bottle at me.

She walked passed me, leaning to peck my cheek as she went, I pointed to the living room. She went straight to the telescope, bent and looked through before turning to smile at me again. “ I ought to be cross with you really but I’ve seen you watching me, even before you got this and it turned me on, that’s why I gave you my little show the early evening, did you like it ? ”

Without hesitation, I answered, “ Yes I did and it turned me on as well, ” then I surprised myself, “ I fucked the arm of my electric chair, ” I said pointing.

She reached her hired hand to the arm and stroked it, “ How lovely but it’s not as soft as me. ” Now I knew I was blushing, I came over all hot and bothered.

Weakly, I pointed to the sofa and went to get her a glass. “ I have some already open, ” I said, stating the obvious, my mitt shaking as I poured her a glass.

She tasted the wine, “ Oh, this is so a great deal unspoilt than mine, thank you, ” and her paw rested on my arm.

I felt the goose-bumps and saw my hairsbreadth standing on end, I saw her coup d'oeil at them and once to a greater extent that beautiful smile lit her face, “ I do seem to have an effect on you. ”

“ You’ve no idea, ” I answered, “ I’m not sure what’s fall over me but I can’t seem to assist myself. ”

“ well, I admit that you’ve done the like to me, I’ve enjoyed our bit of fun. I’m Kenise, by the way, it’s Jamaican and you ? ”

“ Amanda or Mandy actually. Kenise, that’s a cover girl public figure, it’s as pretty as you are. ” I found myself saying.

“ As a thing of fact, that’s exactly what it means in Jamaican, beautiful or gorgeous. ”

We drank the wine, I fetched another bottle and we chatted easily as if we’d been booster for years. The wine was by now giving me quite a buzz. The spirit of wanting to reach out and grab her were getting impregnable. Already I could experience a growing tingle between my legs.

Then suddenly, Kenise stood, “ fountainhead, I think I should be going now, we must chat over a bottle again. ”

For a moment I felt devastated, I hadn’t expected her to go. I couldn’t conceive myself at what I did future. I reached and took her manus, pulling her closer, “ Kenise, you didn’t derive to just jaw, did you ? ” I moved yet closer, leaning into her until my lips were finis to hers, inviting the kiss if she wanted.

Her arms encircled me, pulling me tight. The buss started, sweetness and gentle but it soon became more passionate as feverishly we kissed each early. Her mouth tasted divine as my knife pushed between her lips and my hands began to search her body. Her tongue thrust back to fill my own.

Suddenly, I pulled away, “ Let’s go to the sleeping accommodation, you never know but someone may be watching, ” we burst out laughing, and hugged each former before arm in arm, I led her to my room.

I switched on the bedside lights, then turned to look at her face. Her optic were roaming over my body, a diminished grinning showing, I reached for my clitoris and slowly began to undress. I wanted to tease, to look sexy for her, any mental reservation I had previously were now completely gone.

Her oculus followed my action, taking in my body as I bared it for her, showtime my breasts with their pap already hard. Then I dropped my skirt to the floor before slowly teasing my panties down, gradually bringing my kitty-cat lips into view.

She reached a hand out towards me, but I pushed it down and instead, I stepped closer and started on her button to undress her also until we were both naked facing each other. “ I knew you were beautiful, Kenise, but you’re so much Thomas More than that, you’re stunning. ”

“ Hey, it’ll go to my head if you keep on like that, besides you’re not too shabby yourself, it’s lots nicer seeing you close up and not straining my eyes from way over at mine. ” She looked me up and down, her eyes hovered at my breasts then down to gaze at my pussy.

In total contrast to my own Andrew Dickson White hide, hers was a very drab chocolate colour. Her areola were almost inglorious, her nipples though were larger than I had thought from my previous long-distance observations, and they were clearly as aroused as mine were. Her pubis was fuzz free, it almost looked as if it had been polished, her slit was soaked and closed.

In unison, we reached for each early, our torso coming together, breasts mashed to breasts, pitcher's mound grinding together, and once more than we kissed. I was hugged so close, I could barely suspire. Then our hands roamed all over, exploring and touching. Her ass felt soft as I gripped and squeezed, my God ! I thought, she’s so gorgeous.

Her hands came between, to massage my breast, her contact sending shiver from my mammilla, she broke our kiss, her mouth lowered to replace the manus teasing a nipple, as first, she bit me, not too hard but enough to make me jump.

“ Ouch ! ” I exclaimed, then, “ oh, please do it again. ”

My fingerbreadth traced down in the crevice of her ass face, I pressed a digit to her hole, she wiggled her ass against it, “ How did you have a go at it ? I love that, ” she said.

I fell back onto the bed, pulling her with me, for a while we lay facing each other, incline by side, we just looked into one and early’s centre, while our digit still traced patterns, a joy of just belief and learning.

Then I whispered to her, “ have you been with another girlfriend before, Kenise ? ”

“ Only once, a long clock time ago, a bit of a fumble in my early teen, I had forgotten until I saw you. ”

“ You’re my first, that’s why I was so nervous but I knew I wanted you, I wanted you to get and touch me, even though my tactile sensation scared me. ”

“ Mandy, we’re both encyclopaedism, you’ve nothing to be scared of with me, let your instinct normal your feelings, now will you delight touch me, bear upon me where it matters. ”

I moved my arm until the palm of my hand cupped her kitty-cat, with my fingers between her thighs, she rolled onto her rachis and I felt her pegleg spread receptive to still my way.

My eyes took in the aura of her trunk before my mouth dropped to a titty, my lips enclosed a mammilla for me to blow and lick, whilst my fingers traced, with a gentle touch, along the outside of her slit. I had an pressing indigence to see her cunt, so I scooted my body down to kneel between her legs.

My eyes only in from the snatch, I eased it apart, her lips came into view, blacker than her skin, they were ruffled like a bunched frill. Slowly, I savoured the moment, until my fingers pulled them open. My first thought process was of surprise, it was a bright pink inside, not at all what I expected, oh, it was so very beautiful, I thought. I hadn’t known what to expect but I found her scent excited me beyond measure.

I opened her wider until I saw the raised hood with her clitoris just peeping out. I lowered my face to her, my tongue dipping in, to slowly lick upwards, enjoying her flavour as I went. My tongue reached her clit, again I licked back and Forth River, I watched it originate, my fingers pressing the bonnet up and back to set aside its freedom. Now, I could kiss it, I heard her moaning as a hand came to push my principal, her hips lifting to my mouth. Alternately, I licked and sucked, it made her moan yet louder.

She called to me, “ Mandy, turn around, on top of me. ”

I reversed my consistency, quickly my mouthpiece again searching eagerly for her clit, but I liked this secure, now I could see her slit, but I wanted it closer. I grabbed her legs, lifting her thighs to tuck them under my weapons system, her legs now above my straits. Now I could reach her undecomposed, I pushed two digit inside her kitty-cat, feeling deep inside, relishing the soaking wetness of her.

I felt her pull my stifle back, so my tummy rested on her breasts, I could finger her hot breath close to my own cunt but it was her digit that I felt touch me first. They were separating my ass impudence, exposing my ass cakehole to her. Her glossa touched my hole, sending a shock through my soundbox at the tickling sensation.

I’d never been touched there before, it was a completely new and yet a thrilling flavor, as she kissed and teased, her tongue pushing at my entering. Then her clapper slid down and into my waiting pussy, she hadn’t finished with my ass though, I felt her finger probing and then pressing into me, without thought, I pushed back at her finger, allowing it loose entry as it went deeper.

Of trend, it reminded me of what she had said earlier, that she loved it. So I followed her lead and pressed my finger's breadth to her own ass. My tongue had dribbled down, so the hole was wet, my digit slid in easily after a piddling initial resistance.

I became aware of a pain at my ass, fuck ! She was pushing another finger into me, alongside the start, and now I had two of her finger's breadth fingering my ass, the pain eased when I relaxed my heftiness, and the oral cavity now working my clit soon took my brain off my ass.

Once again, I followed what she had done, I dribbled more saliva down and watched her ass fix slowly widening to obtain my endorse finger.

My wrist was beginning to ache as wanked her twat, so I worked harder at her clitoris. Soon, I realised that my jaw ached as well, I wondered how often longer I could keep back this up. But I needn’t vexation, one of her weapon came up over my body, clutching at me, her nails clawing my flesh as her body began to tense.

“ Mandy, I’m cumming, ” a tone down voice wailed.

She almost broke my jaw as her pelvic girdle bucked up hard into my face, then she was shaking as she came hard, I felt so thrilled at what I had done for her.

Kenise was recovering from her culmination and went back to seeing to my clit, as her finger resumed fucking my ass.

The odour of her soaking twat excited my senses, so I buried my nose into her, savouring her feeling, I thought it was wonderful. I delved my tongue back inside, lapping at her juices.

I felt my tummy muscles clench tight and I pressed down onto her as arduous as I could, my hand clasped to her ass cheek, the other deal still had two fingers buried deep in her tooshie. Then I came, it was so intensely resplendent, I was lifted to promised land, I didn’t want it to end.

I continued sucking at her clit as my orgasm began to sink and I was rewarded by her body arching up under me, she was cumming again. My nose, eyes and forehead were showered this prison term, I had always thought it a myth, but she was squirting her dearest juices over my face.

Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, plying diffused candy kiss and whispering news of sexual love. She looked into my center, “ That was the first clip that I’ve ever cum like that, I didn’t even know I could, it was just so wonderful. I’m sorry but I’ve soaked your bed. ”

“ And I thought the same, and how happy I was for making it happen, for a moment I thought I might overwhelm, but it was so fantastic, I loved it. Oh, and sod the bed. ”

It was a foresighted Nox, we made make love twice more before we slept draw close together.

I woke to her kissing my fill up eyes, I opened them and smiled at her, then tenderly I kissed her. “ What a lovely way to be woken, give thanks you. ”

We showered together, still unable to resist playing with each other’s bodies. as we brought each early to another glorious orgasm.

I made her breakfast and we drank chocolate, heaps of it before, with longsighted lingering kiss, we said goodbye.

For almost two calendar month our human relationship developed, until one afternoon, lying in bed after we were resting from our lovemaking.

“ Kenise, would you consider moving in here with me, living with me ? I want us to be together, properly together and out in the receptive for everyone to see. You see, I love you. Could you do that ? Would you want that ? ”

She kissed me once more, “ Nothing would pee me glad, Mandy, I’ve known I loved you for a spell but I wasn’t certain of your feelings. I’ve been waiting to see if you would say something, now you’ve made me so happy. How about you come and help me pack right now ? ” She paused, “ You are sure about this, it’s a big step coming out, is it really what you want ? ”

“ Kenise, I couldn’t possibly desire anything more and I want everyone to see just how often I love you. ”

The end.