It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool off southerly alteration came through about 10 o'clock that nighttime it was a welcome relief for everyone. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling heating plant and humidity ; sudor ran down his back even though he had had a shower only a few minutes ago. When he heard the wind start, he opened up the curtains to let in as practically air as possible, just stood there in battlefront of the windowpane and let the cool air animate him ... God, it felt so good after such a frightful day. He would have gone out on the back up gallery but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the unassailable hint might brag it right off of him. He closed his centre and savoured the cool air flowing over him. As he turned to go and sit down he opened his eyes, looked down and saw his neighbour, Jennifer, in her lounge way. Her mansion was built at the bottom of a cold-shoulder slope, whereas his was up on the savorless or the eminent ground, so that he looked down slightly into their lounge room. He stopped and stared for a minute, found himself having ridiculous adolescent fancy about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his head and went back to his recliner armchair, picked up his chalk of red and took a sip. The coolheaded pushover was still flowing in and he started feeling good.

He put his feet up, took another sip as his judgement went straight back to Jennifer, despite his efforts to intend of something else. Every clock time he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingling in his glob and a vellication in his cock. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her family unit had moved in, she had been out in the front fixing up the garden and had seen him return from the gym wearing a Canadian T-shirt he had bought on a recent sojourn there. She had waved hello to him and come in over to stick in herself ... just seeing her walk towards him made him aware how much he wanted to do it her. Her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent breasts that promised such heat, comfort, sensuality, sense, pleasure. She asked him about his trip to Canada, told him her favourite writer was Margaret Atwood and James could n't trust his chance. His study was involved with literature, he had read 4-5 Atwood novels and enjoyed them, so that gave him a reason to talk to her and something to talk about. He was quite shy around adult female and normally found it very hard to assert a conversation with a cleaning lady he did n't acknowledge. Over the terminal few calendar month they had discussed several of Atwood 's novels ; Saint James enjoyed telling her about Canada as well as about Toronto where Atwood lived. Her scuttlebutt on the novels stimulated him too, making him desire to rediscover some novels he had read years ago.

However, James always ended up feeling like a bit of a hypocrite while talking to her. He had to force himself to look her in the eyes because if he did n't, his centre would go straight to her knocker. The all time he was talking to her about intellectual topics, all that was going through his mind was how a great deal he wished he could get hold of out and impact, feel, wedge those keen tits, wondered what her nipple looked like, her aureoles, pictured sucking on them. erstwhile she would bend down briefly to pick a Mary Jane from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering cleavage, with the mammilla just hidden from view by her bra ; King James I would have to find fault up her middle with his as she stood up or he would suffer been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! deep brown eyes with such a sparkle, the original Brown-Eyed Girl. The cliche about drowning in her eyes kept running through his head ... he was mesmerised by them. Once or twice he had spoken to her as she was going out with her war paint and lip rouge on. Those sass were so inviting. His eyes would flick from her eyes to her lips, dying to just lean into her, to softly come in his lips on hers, predilection them, feel the form of them as their lip separated ... If only she knew the thoughts in his capitulum. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale area of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of protagonists, the whole fourth dimension pic of him making dear to her, fucking her, were racing through his point. This even he had seen her get menage and go out to the mailbox to collect her mail and had stared from inside his sign at the curve of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to feel that ass in his hands as he feasted on her rim ...

He shook his head and took another sip of wine. He had n't seen Jennifer 's hubby for a day or so and guessed he must be away on business. James picked up the remote control and switched on the TV. SBS had a sexy French celluloid on tonight and he was hoping he would at least get to see some overnice bare breasts, or maybe a plump, curvy ass or two. As he took another sip, a igniter flashed in the recess of his eye ; he turned his mind and saw Jennifer enter her upstair bedroom. Immediately his mind began racing with visions of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to fuck her ... again he shook his head and told himself to intercept thinking like a 16 class old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to expect over at her without turning his headland and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to draw her curtains if she was going to undress for bed, but she did n't. She stood in front of her mirror for a minute turning slightly from side to side and looking. James could n't assist himself and turned his head fully to get a in force feeling. As he did, Jennifer pulled the blouse out from her shirt and began to undo the clit.

He could n't believe this was really happening. At first of all he was frozen in his staring spatial relation for a minute. Then he quickly looked away, realizing that if she chose to, she could easily see him in her mirror ... it never occurred to him that she may well take been mindful of his being there. He glanced over again and she was removing her blouse, standing there in her bra and skirt. It was more than James could digest. He jumped up, switched off his lights, ran to the front way of the theater switched the luminosity on there and came back into the other room, shutting the door behind him, so that no light was entering where he was. He then made his way as fast as he could in the wickedness to his bedroom where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her doll, and he had the most delightful survey of her step-in clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those panties, to be that bra, to cup that warm sensuous human body of hers in his handwriting, to drown in the sensations. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the binoculars up to his eye and adjusted them for the light picture. He felt like a kid about to see a pair of bosom and a slit for the first clock time ; he was out of his mind with fervour and his peter showed it. He undid towel, let it flow, and with his dislodge hand, stroked his hardon. He thanked God for the hot day and the southerly, thinking that must be the intellect Jennifer had not closed her mantle and that she had simply forgotten that he could see right into her bedroom from his house.


Jennifer reached out and picked up a comb from the dressing table and began to brush her tomentum for a few minute of arc. Saint James took his hand off his demanding cock and used it to steady the binoculars ; he was like a kid in a lolly denounce wanting everything at the same time, his gaze constantly moving from her breasts to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful tits, the soft fabric caressing them as he wished his helping hand could do. Then he focused on her ass, thinking about the way her scanty clung to it, followed its curve, wishing he could describe that Saame curve with his hired man, compact the lovely warm up flesh. His hand dropped to his cock again, gave it a few more strokes ; he ran his fingers lightly under his scrotum, imagining it was Jennifer 's fingers gently caressing his balls. Just then she put the comb down, looked at herself in the mirror for a second or two, then reached behind herself to unhook her bra. He held his breath, could n't believe he was actually going to see those delicious target of his fantasies for real ... She unhooked it and slid the straps down her implements of war, pulled it barren and dropped it ... there they were in all their glory ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breathing time because of his fervor, grabbed his cock fiercely with his rightfield script again, ran it up and over the head, got some precum and rubbed it around the straits, making himself gasp with pleasure at the sensation, never taking his eyes from the two beautiful, mounds of unbelievable tit flesh.

'' Jesus, what a pair of tits '', James thought to himself. She had dark nipples, probably dark brown, William James thought, and big dark halo. As he ran his hand up his turncock and around the headway again, he made a little sucking motion with his oral fissure, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those tit standing out against the aureole, mammilla like peak on the glory of her tits. Even though he was seeing them minute hand, so to mouth, in their reflection in the mirror, their beauty and erotic charm was overwhelming. He got some more precum on his two fingers ( he had a river of it coming out now ) and ran it up the underside of his cock, groaned slightly at the acute whizz. He tried to concentrate on soaking into his brain all the beauty of her white meat. They were very with child, hung down slightly with their decimal point just begging to be sucked ... they looked so warm, so ask over, so console, so replete of pleasure for the man lucky enough to experience them, suck on them, bury his face in them.

fervour was making his mouth so dry ; he swallowed, put the binoculars in his lap under his hardon, took his eyes off Jennifer for a split bit to grab his crank of wine, spilled a bit down his front in his hurriedness to get his heart back on her, slipped some down his throat. She was obviously checking out her own flesh, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a direct look at each breast as she turned from side to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each pap between her quarter round and index finger and pulled and squeezed them for a second, making them harden and stand out more, and making Jesse James unable to reject a few more than strokes on his cock as he gazed in lust at what he was sure as shooting must be the fantastically tasty mammilla. Jennifer lifted her tits with her paw under them and once more turned slightly from side to side ; a little whimper escaped as he thought about how those tits must feel, so near yet so far ...


James got more precum onto his hand, then rubbed around the top dog of his pecker again as persona danced in his brain of her mamilla in his hands and in his sassing. He tried to retard down his stroking ; he did n't want to get too close to cumming until he was for sure his buck private appearance was over. He was hanging out for her to hit her scanty, but was not very aspirer he would be that lucky. In any typeface, he already felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. His opera glasses brought her breast so tantalizingly close, made them seem so near, just out of reach, so suckable, so breathtakingly enceinte and beautiful and made for caressing. Jennifer bent down briefly to pick up her bra and as she did so her breasts swung slightly, causing another groan to escape his backtalk as he longed to touch them, squeeze them.

She dropped the bra on the dresser in front of her, then suddenly slipped her finger inside her panties, pulled them down and stepped out of them. Saint James the Apostle held his breath momentarily, almost forgetting to catch one's breath from the jar of his wish suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his idea. ineffectual to break himself, he gave his stopcock several separatrix, rubbed more precum on the capitulum of his tool and savoured the sentiency as his eye fixed on the darn of dark hair at the base of her abdomen, then switched to the curve of her incredible ass. He wanted to push his cock against that warm inviting ass, as he ran his hand around her battlefront to let them feast on her tits. He let out three groans in quick taking over, almost like crying whimpers as the image played in his psyche while he played with his turncock. He moved his centre back to her pussy, was delighted to see she did n't succeed the modern trend of shaving, was excited by the patch of trimmed pussy hair, and by the mystery it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this time to find her panty, and as she did, James II got the abbreviated of glance of her pussy lips, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the quite a little of his imaginativeness. He thought his private show was over, was grateful for having had the chance to see her exquisite body so erotically revealed to him, when she unexpectedly came back into his visual modality. She walked to her bed, put the pillows up and flopped down on her back, making her tit jiggle and making him stroke his cock and groan in lust. She lay with her head slightly raised, her legs bent and open slightly. if he had not been so settle on on her pussy and knocker, James would feature noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not settle his optic in one spot, kept moving from her breasts to her pussy, trying to engage in everything, to fix this image of titillating beauty in his mind to be stored away for endless sessions of masturbation ... but unbeknownst to him, the outflank was yet to come. What he was about to see was beyond his wildest dreams.


Jennifer lay down on the bed with her book binding resting on pillows, so that she was partly propped up. She seemed to be lost in idea for a moment as she just lay still with her eyes closed. Epistle of James adjusted the focus of the opera glasses to make believe his view of her pussy crystallization clear. Her peg were bow at the knees and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outside gates hiding the treasure within '', thought James II, and the twat lips he was now looking at with athirst centre seemed like the inner gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his backtalk, ran his spit around them, imagining he was placing his tongue at the hindquarters of her snatch and running it slowly up the center of her lips, parting them, tasting her ... The pussycat hair again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a virgin again, seeing his first base slit, so excited by that dark triangle of lenient haircloth, that promised pleasure below. Her kitty lips were easily visible, so inviting. He put some spittle on his hand, mixed it with some of the precum dripping abundantly from his turncock, and stroked his rooster with it, imagining now that he was sinking his cock into the yummy pussy before his optic, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the tightness of her, imagining how warmly and welcoming her pussy must palpate. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his regard was drawn to her breasts. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own chest, running her hands over her teat, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another moan as he watched her breasts move under her hands, his own hands aching to replace them. Her nerve looked lovely, mouth just very slightly out-of-doors and a tone of rousing beginning to appear in her feature article. Jesse James got more saliva and precum in his hand, made a tunnel of his clenched fist, kept it fixed, and moved his cock back and Forth River in its handgrip, closed his eyes momentarily as images flashed through his pass -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her tit as he did so, Jennifer opening her mouth to take in his peter, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her tit with one handwriting and with the early she was gently rubbing her kitty-cat. She ran her index and index finger around and up and down over her outer lips, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her nipple and now seemed to reduce on the aesthesis coming from her pussy. Her hips began to undulate slightly, to shift from side to side a little, causing her breasts to jiggle. Her mouth made a contour that suggested she was expelling air in a lenient groan, and he matched her with a moan of his own. Like a flower hatchway to display its beauty, Jennifer 's pussy sass parted slightly as they became more and more aroused. She slipped a finger into her kitty, then two, slowly finger fucked herself for a minute, pulled the fingers out and fray in lowly dress circle around her clit, but not quite on it. James stroked his shaft furiously for a 20-30 sec, and whimpered the actor's line `` Oh, fuck '', wishing so very much that he could be her hands, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to fall on till the experience of his life-time was finished, wanting to cum when he saw her cum.

Jennifer began to move more on the bed, to squirm a little more, raise her hip a little more, moving into the sensation she was so obviously palpate, her boob jiggled, moved, her expression so erotic in its expression of arousal. She was rubbing 4 finger all around her lips now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her pussy. James could see the pussy juice glistening, could see the garden pink anatomy of her pussycat, his hammer aching to replace her fingers and to explore the wet, warm walls of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side of meat slightly, blocking his eyeshot and he groaned his dashing hopes at being deprived of the most exciting scene of his life. But in a moment she rolled back and her saw that she had put two fingers on either side of her clit, pulled the lens hood back and was rubbing around her clit with her other hand. She was visual modality of erotic smasher, seemingly lost in lecherousness and transporting St. James to a story of luxuria he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The build of her sass and its cause showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through sound as well as the movements of her organic structure. He wished he had one of those spy listening devices to find out what must be sounds as beautiful as the visual sensation of her typeface and her body.

Just then he noticed she reached for something beside her. He had not seen it before in his excitement, but realized it was a vibe. Saint James stopped breathing for a arcsecond in prevision of what she was about to do, licked his lips in greedy lecherousness. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibration at her pussy incoming and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few strokes, them moved the vibe up and around her mouth and onto her clitoris. She pulled its hoodlum back again and went for it. She was now writhing frantically on the bed, seemed to be mumbling, moaning and talking to herself in a kind of chant, rotating her pelvic girdle, her brilliant tits rolling around. Her whole body shook, she bucked her hips up and to James it seemed as if she let out a foresightful `` ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ''. Dennis could n't take any more. He put down the binoculars. He got a good salmagundi of saliva and precum on his hand ran it up and down his cock and around the point several times, then jerked his pecker hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that clenched fist, his heart still taking in the lulu of Jennifer 's body as she came down from her orgasm. Images lasting only a second each ran through his head word one after another as his own climax came on him -- -sucking her teat, feeling those gorgeous teat in his script, feeling the warm soft breaking ball of her ass, squeezing its pleasant-tasting anatomy, his tool being sucked inside the fondness of her oral fissure, his shaft plunging into the welcoming warmth of her pussy, its minginess and its attack to hang on to it as he withdrew for another push inside, the incredible pleasure her pussy bulwark were giving him -- -he felt that indescribable intuitive feeling of sensory pleasure in his prick, the sort you get just before you cum, and then he came in wave after wafture of pleasance more intense than anything he had felt before.

He took a minute to come down from that plaza where the world was centred in his hammer and looked across. Jennifer was getting out of bed and walking slowly to her windowpane. She put her arms up high-pitched against the skeletal system, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her chest were flattened slightly, moved back. James I thought for a present moment that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to give a tiny smile, then slowly drew her drape closed .