It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool down southerly change came through about 10 o'clock that night it was a welcome easing for everyone. St. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling oestrus and humidity ; lather ran down his hind even though he had had a shower only a few minute of arc ago. When he heard the wind first, he opened up the mantle to let in as much air as possible, just stood there in figurehead of the window and let the cool air revive him ... God, it felt so skilful after such a horrible day. He would possess gone out on the backrest verandah but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the stiff wind might waste it right off of him. He closed his center and savoured the cool air flowing over him. As he turned to go and sit down he opened his oculus, looked down and saw his neighbour, Jennifer, in her lounge room. Her house was built at the bottom of a slight gradient, whereas his was up on the bland or the higher land, so that he looked down slightly into their lounge room. He stopped and stared for a minute, found himself having laughable puerile illusion about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his head and went back to his lounger armchair, picked up his glass of red and took a sip. The assuredness breeze was still flowing in and he started feeling good.

He put his fundament up, took another sip as his mind went straight back to Jennifer, despite his efforts to consider of something else. Every time he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingling in his balls and a vellication in his cock. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her syndicate had moved in, she had been out in the front end fixing up the garden and had seen him return from the gym wearing a Canadian tee shirt he had bought on a recent visit there. She had waved howdy to him and occur over to introduce herself ... just seeing her walk towards him made him aware how much he wanted to know her. Her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent chest that promised such warmth, comfort, sensuality, sensations, pleasure. She asked him about his trip-up to Canada, told him her ducky writer was Margaret Atwood and James could n't believe his luck. His work 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 verbalize about. He was quite shy around women and normally found it very hard to observe a conversation with a woman he did n't know. Over the stopping point few months they had discussed several of Atwood 's novels ; James enjoyed telling her about Canada as well as about Toronto where Atwood lived. Her commentary on the novels stimulated him too, making him need to rediscover some novels he had read twelvemonth ago.

However, James always ended up feeling like a bit of a dissimulator while talking to her. He had to drive himself to wait her in the optic because if he did n't, his eyes would go straight to her breasts. The unharmed clip he was talking to her about noetic matter, all that was going through his mind was how a good deal he wished he could reach out and touch, feel, squeeze those exquisite nipple, wondered what her nipples looked like, her aureoles, pictured sucking on them. former she would turn down briefly to nibble a pot from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering cleavage, with the nipples just hidden from view by her bra ; James would accept to clean up her eyes with his as she stood up or he would have been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! Deep brown oculus with such a sparkle, the original Brown-Eyed Girl. The bromide about drowning in her eye 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 make-up and lip rouge on. Those rim were so inviting. His eyes would flick from her eye to her mouth, dying to just lean into her, to softly place his lips on hers, mouthful them, experience the flesh of them as their lips separated ... If only she knew the cerebration in his drumhead. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale field of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of protagonist, the all time pic of him making love to her, fucking her, were racing through his head teacher. This evening he had seen her arrive home and go out to the mailbox to collect her mail and had stared from inside his planetary house at the breaking ball of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to feel that ass in his mitt as he feasted on her lips ...

He shook his caput 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 concern. St. James picked up the remote control and switched on the TV. SBS had a sexy French motion-picture show on tonight and he was hoping he would at least get to see some gracious bare white meat, or maybe a plump, curvy ass or two. As he took another sip, a dismount flashed in the corner of his eye ; he turned his head and saw Jennifer enter her upstairs bedroom. Immediately his creative thinker began racing with imagination of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to fuck her ... again he shook his head and told himself to contain thought like a 16 yr old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to look over at her without turning his head and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to pull back her drape if she was going to unclothe for bed, but she did n't. She stood in strawman of her mirror for a min turning slightly from side to side and looking. Saint James the Apostle could n't help himself and turned his head fully to get a good look. 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 maiden he was frozen in his staring position 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 have been aware of his being there. He glanced over again and she was removing her blouse, standing there in her bra and annulus. It was more than James could abide. He jumped up, switched off his lights, ran to the front room of the house switched the igniter on there and came back into the other room, shutting the door behind him, so that no visible light was entering where he was. He then made his way as fast as he could in the dark to his chamber where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her annulus, and he had the most delightful aspect of her panties clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those panties, to be that bra, to cup that warm sensuous flesh of hers in his hired man, to drown in the maven. His rima oris was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the field glasses up to his oculus and adjusted them for the cleared picture. He felt like a kid about to see a pair of boob and a pussycat for the maiden time ; he was out of his judgment with excitement and his peter showed it. He undid towel, let it fall, and with his free hand, stroked his hardon. He thanked God for the hot day and the southerly, thinking that must be the reason Jennifer had not closed her mantle and that she had simply forgotten that he could see right into her sleeping room from his house.


Jennifer reached out and picked up a comb from the dressing table and began to brush her whisker for a few minutes. St. James the Apostle took his handwriting off his demanding shaft and used it to becalm the binoculars ; he was like a kid in a lolly shop wanting everything at the same fourth dimension, his gaze constantly moving from her breasts to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful knocker, the soft cloth caressing them as he wished his hands could do. Then he focused on her ass, thinking about the way her scanty clung to it, followed its curve, wishing he could trace that Sami curve with his hand, squeeze the lovely quick flesh. His script dropped to his cock again, gave it a few Sir Thomas More strokes ; he ran his finger lightly under his scrotum, imagining it was Jennifer 's fingerbreadth gently caressing his bollock. 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 objects of his fantasies for real ... She unhooked it and slid the shoulder strap down her limb, pulled it free and dropped it ... there they were in all their glory ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shoal breathing spell because of his excitement, grabbed his rooster fiercely with his redress hand again, ran it up and over the head, got some precum and rubbed it around the head, making himself gasp with joy at the sensation, never taking his eyes from the two beautiful, pile of incredible tit flesh.

'' Jesus, what a pair of knocker '', James thought to himself. She had dark tit, probably dark John Brown, James thought, and big dark corona. As he ran his helping hand up his putz and around the head again, he made a petty sucking motion with his mouthpiece, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those nipples standing out against the aureole, nipples like treetop on the glory of her tits. Even though he was seeing them second manus, so to utter, in their reflection in the mirror, their lulu and erotic entreaty 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 intense sensation. He tried to concentrate on soaking into his brain all the beauty of her breasts. They were very large, hung down slightly with their points just begging to be sucked ... they looked so warm, so bid, so comforting, so full-of-the-moon of pleasure for the man lucky plenty to feel them, suck on them, bury his face in them.

Excitement 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 back to take hold of his chicken feed of wine, spilled a bit down his front in his haste to get his eyes back on her, slipped some down his throat. She was obviously checking out her own bod, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a direct look at each titty as she turned from side to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each tit between her thumb and index finger and pulled and squeezed them for a second, making them season and stand out to a greater extent, and making James unable to protest a few More virgule on his cock as he gazed in lust at what he was for sure must be the fantastically tasty nipples. Jennifer lifted her mammilla with her hands under them and once more turned slightly from English to side ; a petty whimper escaped as he thought about how those tits must feel, so cheeseparing yet so far ...


James got more precum onto his mitt, then rubbed around the head of his cock again as figure danced in his wit of her titty in his manpower and in his mouth. He tried to slow down his stroke ; he did n't want to get too close to cumming until he was certainly his secret show was over. He was hanging out for her to off her pantie, but was not very hopeful he would be that golden. In any case, he already felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. His binoculars brought her breasts so tantalizingly close, made them seem so near, just out of reach, so suckable, so breathtakingly large 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 scat his lips as he longed to contact them, wedge them.

She dropped the bra on the chest of drawers in front of her, then suddenly slipped her thumbs inside her step-in, pulled them down and stepped out of them. James held his breather momentarily, almost forgetting to breathe from the daze of his wish suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his mind. Unable to stop himself, he gave his cock several CVA, rubbed more precum on the head of his cock and savoured the sensations as his eyes fixed on the while of dark whisker at the infrastructure of her abdomen, then switched to the curve of her incredible ass. He wanted to bear on his cock against that tender inviting ass, as he ran his custody around her battlefront to let them feast on her mamilla. He let out three moan in nimble succession, almost like crying whimper as the image played in his mind while he played with his cock. He moved his eyes back to her pussy, was delighted to see she did n't follow the modern trend of shaving, was excited by the patch of trimmed twat haircloth, and by the mysteries it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this clip to retrieve her panty, and as she did, James River got the abbreviated of glance of her pussy mouth, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the sight of his visual sense. He thought his private show was over, was thankful for having had the chance to see her keen body so erotically revealed to him, when she unexpectedly came back into his vision. She walked to her bed, put the pillows up and flopped down on her back, making her bosom jiggle and making him stroke his cock and groan in lustfulness. She lay with her head slightly raised, her branch bent and subject slightly. if he had not been so fixated on her pussy and tits, James would suffer noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not reconcile his middle in one berth, kept moving from her titty to her puss, trying to take in everything, to fix this image of titillating peach in his mind to be stored away for eternal school term of masturbation ... but unbeknownst to him, the best was yet to number. What he was about to see was beyond his idle dreams.


Jennifer lay down on the bed with her back resting on pillows, so that she was partly propped up. She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment as she just lay still with her eyes closed. Epistle of James adjusted the stress of the binoculars to make his view of her pussy lechatelierite percipient. Her legs were bend at the genu and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outside gates hiding the treasure within '', thought James, and the purulent brim he was now looking at with athirst eyes seemed like the inner gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his brim, ran his tongue around them, imagining he was placing his tongue at the fundament of her pussy and running it slowly up the middle of her lips, parting them, tasting her ... The pussy hair again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a Virgo the Virgin again, seeing his first slit, so excited by that dark triangle of diffuse hair's-breadth, that promised joy below. Her pussy sassing were easily visible, so inviting. He put some saliva on his hand, mixed it with some of the precum dripping abundantly from his hammer, and stroked his pecker with it, imagining now that he was sinking his cock into the delicious twat before his heart, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the tightness of her, imagining how warm and welcoming her twat must experience. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her boob. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own breasts, running her workforce over her pap, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another moan as he watched her bosom move under her hands, his own hands aching to supervene upon them. Her face looked lovely, sass just very slightly open and a look of arousal beginning to appear in her features. St. James got more spit and precum in his hand, made a tunnel of his fist, kept it fixed, and moved his cock back and forth in its clasp, closed his eyes momentarily as images flashed through his chief -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her knocker as he did so, Jennifer opening her mouthpiece to take in his cock, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her nipples with one paw and with the other she was gently rubbing her kitty-cat. She ran her index and forefinger around and up and down over her outer back talk, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her nipple and now seemed to pore on the sensations coming from her pussy. Her hips began to undulate slightly, to shift from side to side a small, causing her breasts to jiggle. Her backtalk made a SHAPE that suggested she was expelling air in a cushy groan, and he matched her with a groan of his own. Like a efflorescence opening to display its ravisher, Jennifer 's pussy lips parted slightly as they became more and more wake up. She slipped a fingerbreadth into her pussy, then two, slowly finger's breadth fucked herself for a minute, pulled the fingerbreadth out and fray in small lap around her clit, but not quite on it. King James I stroked his cock furiously for a 20-30 seconds, and whimpered the words `` Oh, Fuck '', wishing so very much that he could be her hands, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to hang on till the experience of his biography was finished, wanting to cum when he saw her cum.

Jennifer began to move more on the bed, to squirm a little more, put up her hips a little more, moving into the whizz she was so obviously tactile sensation, her breasts jiggled, moved, her face so titillating in its saying of arousal. She was rubbing 4 digit all around her lip now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her pussy. James could see the purulent juice glistening, could see the garden pink anatomy of her snatch, his rooster aching to replace her finger and to search the wet, lovesome walls of that pinkness. She rolled over on her English slightly, blocking his survey and he groaned his disappointment at being deprived of the most sex scenery of his lifespan. But in a moment she rolled back and her saw that she had put two fingers on either side of her clit, pulled the hood back and was rubbing around her clit with her other hand. She was visual modality of titillating beauty, seemingly lost in lust and transporting St. James to a level of lust he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The bod of her mouth and its campaign showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through sound as well as the movements of her body. He wished he had one of those spy listening device to hear what must be sounds as beautiful as the imaginativeness of her face 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 vibration. James stopped breathing for a 2d in anticipation of what she was about to do, licked his lips in greedy lust. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibration at her snatch entrance and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few shot, them moved the vibe up and around her sass and onto her button. She pulled its hood 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 hips, her magnificent tits rolling around. Her altogether body shook, she bucked her hips up and to James River it seemed as if she let out a long `` ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ''. Dennis could n't take any more. He put down the opera glasses. He got a skilful mixture of saliva and precum on his handwriting ran it up and down his hammer and around the forefront several times, then jerked his cock hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that fist, his eyes still taking in the beauty of Jennifer 's dead body as she came down from her orgasm. Images lasting only a second base each ran through his point one after another as his own flood tide came on him -- -sucking her pap, feeling those gorgeous mammilla in his hands, feeling the warm soft curve of her ass, squeezing its delicious human body, his cock being sucked inside the warmth of her mouth, his cock plunging into the welcoming fondness of her puss, its constriction and its endeavor to fall on to it as he withdrew for another energy inside, the incredible pleasure her pussy walls were giving him -- -he felt that unutterable feeling of stunning pleasure in his cock, the kind you get just before you cum, and then he came in Wave after moving ridge of pleasure more intense than anything he had felt before.

He took a present moment to come down from that property where the globe was centred in his cock and looked across. Jennifer was getting out of bed and walking slowly to her window. She put her arms up high against the frame, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her breasts were flattened slightly, moved back. James River thought for a second that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to give a tiny smile, then slowly drew her pall closed .