It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the sang-froid southwards change came through about 10 o'clock that dark it was a welcome relief for everyone. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling heat and humidness ; lather ran down his back even though he had had a exhibitor only a few minutes ago. When he heard the twist start, he opened up the curtain to let in as a good deal air as potential, just stood there in presence of the windowpane and let the cool air quicken him ... God, it felt so good after such a horrible day. He would deliver gone out on the backbone verandah but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the impregnable wind might float it right off of him. He closed his eyes and savoured the cool off air flowing over him. As he turned to go and sit down he opened his eyes, looked down and saw his neighbor, Jennifer, in her lounge room. Her house was built at the merchantman of a cold-shoulder slope, whereas his was up on the flat or the gamy ground, so that he looked down slightly into their lounge elbow room. He stopped and stared for a minute, found himself having ridiculous stripling fantasies about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his head and went back to his recliner armchair, picked up his glass of red and took a sip. The cool child's play was still flowing in and he started feeling safe.

He put his foot up, took another sip as his nous went straight back to Jennifer, despite his efforts to mean of something else. Every sentence he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingle in his egg and a twitch in his hammer. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her household 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 late visit there. She had waved howdy to him and add up over to bring in herself ... just seeing her walk towards him made him aware how practically he wanted to know her. Her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent white meat that promised such heat, comfort, sensuality, mavin, delight. She asked him about his slip to Canada, told him her favourite writer was Margaret Atwood and James could n't consider 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 blab about. He was quite shy around women and normally found it very hard to observe a conversation with a cleaning woman he did n't have intercourse. Over the utmost few months they had discussed respective of Atwood 's novels ; James enjoyed telling her about Canada as well as about Toronto where Atwood lived. Her comments on the novels stimulated him too, making him desire to rediscover some novels he had read days ago.

However, Saint James always ended up feeling like a bit of a hypocrite while talking to her. He had to thrust himself to appear her in the eyes because if he did n't, his eyes would go straight to her boob. The whole time he was talking to her about noetic subject, all that was going through his mind was how much he wished he could reach out and contact, feel, squeeze those exquisite boob, wondered what her nipples looked like, her halo, pictured sucking on them. Sometime she would bend down briefly to plunk a gage from the garden and he would see her savory cleavage, with the nipples just hidden from view by her bra ; James would own to pick up her heart with his as she stood up or he would consume been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! Deep brown eyes with such a glister, the master copy Brown-Eyed female child. The cliche about drowning in her center kept running through his mind ... 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 mouth were so inviting. His eyes would ruffle from her eyes to her lips, dying to just incline into her, to softly place his lips on hers, discernment them, sense the flesh of them as their lips separated ... If only she knew the thinking in his head. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale sphere of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychological science of protagonists, the totally prison term pictures of him making love to her, fucking her, were racing through his fountainhead. This evening he had seen her arrive home and go out to the letter box to collect her mail and had stared from inside his business firm at the bend of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to finger that ass in his hands as he feasted on her back talk ...

He shook his head and took another sip of vino. 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 and switched on the TV. SBS had a sexy French film on tonight and he was hoping he would at to the lowest degree get to see some nice bare breasts, 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 head and saw Jennifer enter her upstairs bedroom. Immediately his mind began racing with visions of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to have intercourse her ... again he shook his head and told himself to stop thinking like a 16 year old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to front over at her without turning his head and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to draw her curtains if she was going to divest 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 facilitate 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 untie the release.

He could n't conceive this was really happening. At first he was frozen in his staring position for a hour. 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 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 Henry James could stick out. He jumped up, switched off his lights, ran to the figurehead elbow room of the sign of the zodiac switched the lights on there and came back into the early room, shutting the threshold behind him, so that no sparkle was entering where he was. He then made his way as fast as he could in the dark to his sleeping accommodation where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her annulus, and he had the most delightful view of her panties clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those panties, to be that bra, to cup that warm sensuous physical body of hers in his hands, to overwhelm 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 clean-cut movie. He felt like a kid about to see a couple of tit and a twat for the first meter ; he was out of his creative thinker with excitation and his shaft showed it. He unwrap towel, let it decrease, and with his free hired 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 curtains 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 dresser and began to sweep her whisker for a few minutes. James took his hand off his demanding cock and used it to brace the binoculars ; he was like a kid in a lolly browse wanting everything at the Lapplander clock time, his gaze constantly moving from her breasts to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful nipple, the soft fabric caressing them as he wished his hand could do. Then he focused on her ass, thinking about the way her step-in clung to it, followed its curved shape, wishing he could hunt that same curve with his hand, squeeze the lovely lovesome flesh. His paw dropped to his cock again, gave it a few more strokes ; he ran his fingerbreadth 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 objective of his fantasies for real ... She unhooked it and slid the straps down her arms, pulled it spare and dropped it ... there they were in all their glory ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breathing space because of his excitement, grabbed his peter fiercely with his right-hand hired hand again, ran it up and over the chief, got some precum and rubbed it around the straits, making himself gasp with pleasure at the sensation, never taking his oculus from the two beautiful, mounds of incredible tit frame.

'' Jesus Christ, what a distich of knocker '', James thought to himself. She had dark mamilla, probably dreary brown, James thought, and big darkness aureole. As he ran his hand up his tool and around the head again, he made a little sucking motion with his mouth, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those nipples standing out against the aureole, nipples like pate on the glory of her tits. Even though he was seeing them secondly hand, so to speak, in their reflection in the mirror, their beauty and erotic 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 undersurface of his peter, groaned slightly at the vivid genius. He tried to pore on soaking into his Einstein all the stunner of her breasts. They were very with child, hung down slightly with their points just begging to be sucked ... they looked so warm, so inviting, so comforting, so broad of pleasance for the man lucky decent to feel them, suck on them, immerse his typeface in them.

Excitement was making his rima oris so dry ; he swallowed, put the opera glasses in his lap under his hardon, took his eyes off Jennifer for a rive endorse to grab his glass of vino, spilled a bit down his front in his haste to get his oculus back on her, slipped some down his throat. She was obviously checking out her own figure, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a direct feel at each breast as she turned from side to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each tit between her thumb and forefinger and pulled and squeezed them for a second, making them harden and stand out to a greater extent, and making James unable to resist a few more accident on his cock as he gazed in lust at what he was sure must be the fantastically tasty nipples. Jennifer lifted her tits with her helping hand under them and once more change state slightly from side to side ; a little whimper escaped as he thought about how those tits must feel, so most yet so far ...


James got more precum onto his hand, then rubbed around the head of his cock again as persona danced in his mentality of her bosom in his helping hand and in his mouth. He tried to slow down his stroking ; he did n't want to get too close to cumming until he was for certain his secret show was over. He was hanging out for her to slay her panty, but was not very hopeful he would be that lucky. In any case, he already felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. His opera glasses brought her breasts so tantalizingly close, made them seem so near, just out of reaching, 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 tit swung slightly, causing another groan to head for the hills his lips as he longed to partake them, squeeze them.

She dropped the bra on the dresser in front man of her, then suddenly slipped her thumbs inside her panties, pulled them down and stepped out of them. James I held his intimation momentarily, almost forgetting to breathe from the shock of his like suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his mind. Unable to terminate himself, he gave his turncock several stroke, rubbed more precum on the head of his cock and savoured the hotshot as his optic fixed on the patch of saturnine hair at the base of her belly, then switched to the curve of her unbelievable ass. He wanted to push his cock against that warmly inviting ass, as he ran his hands around her front to let them feast on her boob. He let out three groan in promptly succession, almost like crying whimpers as the epitome played in his mind while he played with his prick. He moved his eyes back to her pussy, was delighted to see she did n't follow the modernistic trend of shaving, was excited by the patch of garnish twat hair, and by the mysteries it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this time to retrieve her panties, and as she did, William James got the briefest of glance of her pussy sassing, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the sight of his vision. He thought his private appearance was over, was thankful for having had the chance to see her recherche soundbox 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 breasts jiggle and making him stroke his tool and groan in lust. She lay with her head slightly raised, her legs bent and undefended slightly. if he had not been so fixated on her pussy and nipple, Saint James would have noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not settle his oculus in one dapple, kept moving from her breasts to her cunt, trying to take aim in everything, to fix this image of erotic beauty in his mind to be stored away for sempiternal sitting of onanism ... but unbeknown to him, the best was yet to come. What he was about to see was beyond his wildest dreams.


Jennifer lay down on the bed with her rachis resting on pillows, so that she was partly propped up. She seemed to be lost in sentiment for a import as she just lay still with her oculus closed. James adjusted the nidus of the binoculars to make his view of her pussy quartz clear. Her peg were bent at the knees and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the external Bill Gates hiding the gem within '', thought Henry James, and the kitty-cat rim he was now looking at with hungry eyes seemed like the inside gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his lips, ran his tongue around them, imagining he was placing his tongue at the bottom of her pussy and running it slowly up the midriff of her lips, parting them, tasting her ... The kitty hair again attracted his regard ... he felt like a virgin again, seeing his first pussy, so excited by that dark trilateral of lenient whisker, that promised delectation below. Her pussy brim were easily visible, so inviting. He put some saliva on his hand, mixed it with some of the precum dripping abundantly from his cock, and stroked his dick with it, imagining now that he was sinking his cock into the yummy slit before his optic, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the closeness of her, imagining how ardent and welcoming her pussy must experience. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his regard was drawn to her breasts. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own boob, running her hands over her nipples, 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 face looked lovely, mouthpiece just very slightly open and a look of arousal beginning to seem in her feature of speech. James got more saliva and precum in his paw, made a burrow of his clenched fist, kept it fixed, and moved his cock back and forth in its travelling bag, closed his eyes momentarily as persona flashed through his point -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted mouth, caressing her chest as he did so, Jennifer opening her mouth to take in his cock, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his center, she was squeezing one of her nipples with one hand and with the other she was gently rubbing her pussycat. She ran her index and forefinger around and up and down over her outer lips, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her nipple and now seemed to concentrate on the sensations coming from her pussy. Her pelvic arch began to undulate slightly, to dislodge from side to side a little, causing her breasts to joggle. Her oral fissure made a shape that suggested she was expelling air in a soft moan, and he matched her with a moan of his own. Like a peak opening to display its beauty, Jennifer 's pussy mouth parted slightly as they became more and more excited. She slipped a finger into her kitty-cat, then two, slowly finger fucked herself for a minute, pulled the fingers out and rubbed in small round around her clit, but not quite on it. King James I stroked his cock furiously for a 20-30 seconds, and whimpered the Book `` Oh, screw '', wishing so a good deal that he could be her hands, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to hang up on till the experience of his life was finished, wanting to cum when he saw her cum.

Jennifer began to move more on the bed, to squirm a little more, put forward her hips a little more, moving into the sensations she was so obviously smell, her chest jiggled, moved, her face so titillating in its expression of rousing. She was rubbing 4 digit all around her brim now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her pussy. Epistle of James could see the kitty-cat juice glistening, could see the pink physique of her pussy, his cock aching to put back her finger and to explore the wet, tender paries of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side slightly, blocking his view and he groaned his dashing hopes at being deprived of the most agitate prospect of his lifetime. But in a consequence 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 helping hand. She was vision of titillating beauty, seemingly lost in lustfulness and transporting James River to a tier of lecherousness he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The shape of her mouth and its bowel movement showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through sound as well as the movements of her dead body. He wished he had one of those spy listening devices to hear what must be sounds as beautiful as the vision of her case 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 minute in expectancy of what she was about to do, lap up his back talk in greedy lust. Jennifer pulled open her sassing, placed the vibration at her kitty entry and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few diagonal, them moved the vibe up and around her sassing 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 kind of chant, rotating her pelvic girdle, her magnificent pap rolling around. Her all consistency 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 to a greater extent. He put down the binoculars. He got a just variety of spit and precum on his hand ran it up and down his cock and around the head 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 climax. Images lasting only a second each ran through his question one after another as his own climax came on him -- -sucking her nipples, feeling those gorgeous tits in his custody, feeling the fond diffused curve of her ass, squeezing its scrumptious frame, his prick being sucked inside the warmth of her mouth, his cock plunging into the welcoming warmth of her kitty-cat, its tightness and its attempt to hang on to it as he withdrew for another push inside, the incredible pleasure her pussy paries were giving him -- -he felt that indescribable flavour of arresting delight in his cock, the kind you get just before you cum, and then he came in wave after wafture of delight more intense than anything he had felt before.

He took a moment to get along down from that place where the domain was centred in his rooster and looked across. Jennifer was getting out of bed and walking slowly to her windowpane. She put her arms up high against the frame, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her breasts were flattened slightly, moved back. Epistle of James thought for a moment that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to give a petite smile, then slowly drew her curtains closed .