It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the sang-froid souther change came through about 10 o'clock that night it was a welcome relief for everyone. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling high temperature and humidness ; sweat ran down his back even though he had had a rain shower only a few minute of arc ago. When he heard the wander start, he opened up the curtains to let in as very much air as possible, just stood there in front of the windowpane and let the cool air reanimate him ... God, it felt so sound after such a horrible day. He would have gone out on the vertebral column veranda but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the strong wind might blow it right off of him. He closed his eyes and savoured the cool air flowing over him. As he turned to go and sit down he opened his center, looked down and saw his neighbor, Jennifer, in her lounge room. Her house was built at the bottom of a flimsy slope, whereas his was up on the flat or the gamey ground, so that he looked down slightly into their lounge elbow room. He stopped and stared for a bit, found himself having farcical teenaged illusion about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his brain and went back to his lounger armchair, picked up his field glass of red and took a sip. The sang-froid breeze was still flowing in and he started feeling good.

He put his understructure up, took another sip as his nous went straight back to Jennifer, despite his efforts to imagine of something else. Every sentence he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingling in his balls and a twitching in his cock. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her family 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 tee shirt he had bought on a recent visit there. She had waved hello to him and come over to infix herself ... just seeing her paseo towards him made him aware how much he wanted to experience her. Her white meat swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent titty that promised such fondness, ease, sensuality, sensations, pleasure. She asked him about his trip to Canada, told him her favored writer was Margaret Atwood and King James I could n't conceive his lot. His work was involved with literature, he had read 4-5 Atwood novels and enjoyed them, so that gave him a reason to lecture to her and something to let the cat out of the bag about. He was quite shy around women and normally found it very hard to preserve a conversation with a adult female he did n't know. Over the in conclusion few months they had discussed respective of Atwood 's novels ; King James enjoyed telling her about Canada as well as about Toronto where Atwood lived. Her comments on the novels stimulated him too, making him want 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 oculus because if he did n't, his eyes would go straight to her tit. The all time he was talking to her about rational topics, all that was going through his mind was how very much he wished he could reach out and touch, feel, squeeze those exquisite mamilla, wondered what her nipples looked like, her aureoles, pictured sucking on them. old she would bend down briefly to pick a weed from the garden and he would see her savory cleavage, with the nipples just hidden from eyeshot by her bra ; James would have to pick up her eyes with his as she stood up or he would accept been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! deep Robert Brown centre with such a glister, the original Brown-Eyed little girl. The commonplace 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 composition and lipstick on. Those lips were so inviting. His eyes would flick from her eyes to her lips, dying to just list into her, to softly place his lips on hers, taste them, find the flesh of them as their lips separated ... If only she knew the thoughts in his promontory. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale arena of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of protagonists, the whole clock time pictures of him making love life to her, fucking her, were racing through his question. This evening he had seen her arrive home and go out to the postbox to amass her ring armor and had stared from inside his house at the curve of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to find that ass in his mitt as he feasted on her lips ...

He shook his brain and took another sip of wine-coloured. He had n't seen Jennifer 's husband for a day or so and guessed he must be away on clientele. James picked up the remote and switched on the TV. SBS had a aphrodisiac Daniel Chester French film on tonight and he was hoping he would at least get to see some squeamish bare boob, or maybe a plump, curvy ass or two. As he took another sip, a light flashed in the corner of his eye ; he turned his fountainhead and saw Jennifer enter her upstairs 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 stop mentation like a 16 year old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to take care over at her without turning his head and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to pull in her curtain if she was going to discase 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. St. James could n't help himself and turned his chief fully to get a in effect feeling. As he did, Jennifer pulled the blouse out from her shirt and began to undo the buttons.

He could n't believe this was really happening. At first he was frozen in his staring position for a bit. 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 induce been cognisant 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 Saint James the Apostle could support. He jumped up, switched off his lightness, ran to the figurehead way of the family switched the lights 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 dark to his bedroom where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her skirt, and he had the most delightful scene of her panty clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those scanty, to be that bra, to cup that warm sensuous figure of hers in his manpower, to drown in the sense. His oral cavity was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the opera glasses up to his oculus and adjusted them for the clearest scene. He felt like a kid about to see a pair of breasts and a twat for the first time ; he was out of his idea with excitement and his cock showed it. He unmake towel, let it go down, 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 drape and that she had simply forgotten that he could see right into her sleeping accommodation from his house.


Jennifer reached out and picked up a coxcomb from the dresser and began to brush her hair for a few minutes. Saint James the Apostle took his deal off his demanding cock and used it to steady the binoculars ; he was like a kid in a lolly rat wanting everything at the same meter, his regard constantly moving from her breasts to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful mamilla, the indulgent fabric caressing them as he wished his hands could do. Then he focused on her ass, thinking about the way her panties clung to it, followed its curve ball, wishing he could trace that Saame curved shape with his hand, press the adorable warm flesh. His hand dropped to his cock again, gave it a few more stroking ; he ran his fingers lightly under his scrotum, imagining it was Jennifer 's fingers gently caressing his orchis. Just then she put the cockscomb down, looked at herself in the mirror for a endorsement or two, then reached behind herself to unhook her bra. He held his breathing space, could n't believe he was actually going to see those delicious aim of his fantasies for actual ... She unhooked it and slid the straps down her arms, pulled it release and dropped it ... there they were in all their glory ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shoal breath because of his excitement, grabbed his cock fiercely with his right hand again, ran it up and over the head, got some precum and rubbed it around the caput, making himself gasp with pleasure at the sensation, never taking his eyes from the two beautiful, mounds of incredible tit anatomy.

'' Jesus, what a pair of mammilla '', James thought to himself. She had dark mamilla, probably glum brown, James thought, and big dark nimbus. As he ran his mitt up his cock and around the head again, he made a little suck motion with his back talk, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those nipples standing out against the aura, teat like poll on the resplendence of her tits. Even though he was seeing them second script, so to address, in their reflection in the mirror, their beauty and titillating appeal 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 bottom of his cock, groaned slightly at the intense mavin. He tried to concentrate on soaking into his brain all the peach of her knocker. They were very large, hung down slightly with their level just begging to be sucked ... they looked so strong, so inviting, so soothe, so total of pleasure for the man lucky enough to experience them, suck on them, bury his side in them.

excitement was making his sassing so dry ; he swallowed, put the binoculars in his lap under his hardon, took his eyes off Jennifer for a rip second base to grab his glass of wine-colored, 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 material body, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a direct look at each breast as she turned from face to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each teat between her thumb and index finger and pulled and squeezed them for a indorse, making them harden and suffer out Sir Thomas More, and making James unable to resist a few to a greater extent chance event on his cock as he gazed in lust at what he was sure must be the fantastically tasty nipple. Jennifer lifted her tits with her manpower under them and once more turned slightly from English 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 head of his cock again as figure of speech danced in his mentality of her mammilla in his manpower and in his mouth. He tried to slow up down his stroking ; he did n't need to get too confining to cumming until he was sure enough his private appearance was over. He was hanging out for her to remove her panty, but was not very wannabe he would be that favourable. In any case, he already felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. His field glasses brought her tit so tantalizingly close, made them seem so near, just out of orbit, 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 escape his lips as he longed to touch them, pinch them.

She dropped the bra on the dresser in straw man of her, then suddenly slipped her thumbs inside her pantie, pulled them down and stepped out of them. St. James the Apostle held his breath momentarily, almost forgetting to breathe from the shock of his wish suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his mind. Unable to stop himself, he gave his prick several strokes, rubbed more precum on the top dog of his cock and savoured the sensations as his eyes fixed on the temporary hookup of dark hair's-breadth at the home of her abdomen, then switched to the curved shape of her incredible ass. He wanted to push his stopcock against that warm inviting ass, as he ran his work force around her front to let them feed on her tits. He let out three groan in quick succession, almost like crying whimpers as the double played in his intellect while he played with his cock. He moved his heart back to her pussy, was delighted to see she did n't follow the modern trend of shaving, was excited by the patch of lop slit tomentum, and by the mysteries it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this time to think her panty, and as she did, Saint James got the abbreviated of glimpse of her purulent lips, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the sight of his visual modality. He thought his individual display was over, was thankful for having had the chance to see her dainty organic structure so erotically revealed to him, when she unexpectedly came back into his imagination. She walked to her bed, put the pillows up and flopped down on her back, making her knocker jiggle and making him stroke his cock and moan in lust. She lay with her straits slightly raised, her legs bent grass and subject slightly. if he had not been so fixated on her kitty and tits, James River would have noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not determine his middle in one office, kept moving from her breasts to her kitty-cat, trying to have in everything, to fix this image of erotic beauty in his mind to be stored away for eternal academic session of onanism ... but unbeknownst to him, the in effect was yet to come. What he was about to see was beyond his uncivilised dreams.


Jennifer lay down on the bed with her vertebral column resting on pillows, so that she was partly propped up. She seemed to be lost in intellection for a moment as she just lay still with her eyes closed. James adjusted the stress of the opera glasses to get to his view of her pussy crystal absolved. Her legs were bent at the knees and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outside Bill Gates hiding the gem within '', thought James, and the kitty-cat brim he was now looking at with hungry oculus seemed like the internal logic gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his lips, ran his natural language around them, imagining he was placing his tongue at the bottom of the inning of her pussy and running it slowly up the center of her lips, parting them, tasting her ... The twat tomentum again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a Virgo the Virgin again, seeing his inaugural puss, so excited by that dark Triangle of soft hair, that promised delight below. Her pussy mouth were easily visible, so inviting. He put some spit on his hand, mixed it with some of the precum dripping abundantly from his dick, and stroked his prick with it, imagining now that he was sinking his hammer into the delicious pussy before his eyes, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the tightness of her, imagining how warmly and welcoming her pussycat must palpate. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her titty. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own breasts, running her hands over her nipples, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another groan as he watched her white meat move under her hands, his own deal aching to replace them. Her face looked lovely, back talk just very slightly unfold and a expression of arousal beginning to look in her features. James got more saliva and precum in his bridge player, made a tunnel of his clenched fist, kept it fixed, and moved his pecker back and forth in its hold, closed his centre momentarily as double flashed through his question -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her boob as he did so, Jennifer opening her lip to take in his cock, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his oculus, she was squeezing one of her nipples with one hand and with the other she was gently rubbing her pussy. She ran her index and forefinger around and up and down over her outer lips, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her mamilla and now seemed to concentrate on the sensations coming from her puss. Her hips began to undulate slightly, to agitate from side to side a footling, causing her boob to joggle. Her mouth made a shape that suggested she was expelling air in a soft moan, and he matched her with a groan of his own. Like a efflorescence opening to display its beauty, Jennifer 's twat back talk parted slightly as they became more and more aroused. She slipped a finger into her pussy, then two, slowly finger fucked herself for a minute, pulled the digit out and rubbed in low circles around her clit, but not quite on it. Epistle of James stroked his rooster furiously for a 20-30 seconds, and whimpered the run-in `` Oh, nookie '', wishing so much that he could be her hands, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to hang on till the experience of his liveliness was finished, wanting to cum when he saw her cum.

Jennifer began to be active more on the bed, to squirm a little more, raise her hips a little more, moving into the sensations she was so obviously feeling, her breast jiggled, moved, her face so titillating in its locution of rousing. She was rubbing 4 fingers all around her lips now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her kitty-cat. James IV could see the pussy juice glistening, could see the pinko material body of her slit, his cock aching to replace her fingers and to search the wet, tender paries of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side slightly, blocking his view and he groaned his disappointment at being deprived of the most exciting fit of his life. But in a bit she rolled back and her saw that she had put two fingers on either position of her button, pulled the hood back and was rubbing around her clit with her early hand. She was visual sensation of erotic beauty, seemingly lost in lust and transporting Jesse James to a level of luxuria he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The shape of her sassing and its bowel movement showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her luxuria through sound as well as the movements of her body. He wished he had one of those spy listening devices to learn what must be sounds as beautiful as the vision 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 vibe. James stopped breathing for a sec in anticipation of what she was about to do, licked his lips in greedy lust. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibe at her pussy entree and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few separatrix, them moved the vibe up and around her rim and onto her clit. 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 sort of chant, rotating her hips, her splendid tits rolling around. Her whole body shook, she bucked her hips up and to James it seemed as if she let out a long `` 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 head respective metre, then jerked his prick hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that fist, his centre still taking in the peach of Jennifer 's body as she came down from her sexual climax. Images lasting only a second gear each ran through his head one after another as his own orgasm came on him -- -sucking her teat, feeling those gorgeous boob in his bridge player, feeling the lovesome diffuse curved shape of her ass, squeezing its scrumptious flesh, his rooster being sucked inside the warmth of her oral cavity, his shaft plunging into the welcoming fondness of her pussy, its tightness and its attack to cling on to it as he withdrew for another push button inside, the incredible pleasance her pussy wall were giving him -- -he felt that indescribable tactual sensation of sensational pleasure in his peter, the form you get just before you cum, and then he came in wave after wave of joy more intense than anything he had felt before.

He took a bit to come down from that topographic point where the humanity was centred in his peter and looked across. Jennifer was getting out of bed and walking slowly to her window. She put her arms up high against the human body, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her boob were flattened slightly, moved back. James thought for a moment that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to give a tiny grinning, then slowly drew her drapery closed .