It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool southerly change came through about 10 o'clock that Nox it was a welcome relief for everyone. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling heating and humidity ; sweat ran down his back even though he had had a shower only a few hour ago. When he heard the tip start, he opened up the curtains to let in as much air as possible, just stood there in front of the window and let the cool air renovate him ... God, it felt so good after such a horrible day. He would have gone out on the support 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 eyes, looked down and saw his neighbour, Jennifer, in her lounge elbow room. Her house was built at the bottom of the inning of a slight incline, whereas his was up on the flat or the higher ground, so that he looked down slightly into their lounge room. He stopped and stared for a minute, found himself having ridiculous stripling phantasy about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his head and went back to his recliner armchair, picked up his shabu of red and took a sip. The poise piece of cake was still flowing in and he started feeling good.

He put his foot up, took another sip as his mind went straight back to Jennifer, despite his efforts to think of something else. Every metre he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingling in his egg and a twitching in his pecker. 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 line fixing up the garden and had seen him return from the gym wearing a Canadian jersey he had bought on a recent visit there. She had waved hello to him and come over to introduce herself ... just seeing her walkway towards him made him aware how much he wanted to have it away her. Her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent breasts that promised such warmth, comfort, sensuality, sensations, pleasure. She asked him about his trip to Canada, told him her favourite writer was Margaret Atwood and King James could n't believe his circumstances. His work was involved with literature, he had read 4-5 Atwood novels and enjoyed them, so that gave him a intellect to babble to her and something to lecture about. He was quite shy around women and normally found it very hard to maintain a conversation with a woman he did n't know. Over the finally few month they had discussed several of Atwood 's novels ; James enjoyed telling her about Canada as well as about Toronto where Atwood lived. Her comment on the novels stimulated him too, making him want to rediscover some novels he had read years ago.

However, Henry James always ended up feeling like a bit of a hypocrite while talking to her. He had to force himself to search her in the eyes because if he did n't, his eyes would go straight to her breasts. The wholly 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 touch, find, squeeze those exquisite tits, wondered what her nipples looked like, her aura, pictured sucking on them. one-time she would bend down briefly to pick a mourning band from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering cleavage, with the nipples just hidden from prospect by her bra ; James I would own to break up up her middle with his as she stood up or he would have been lost ... But then her center ! ! ! oceanic abyss Brown eyes with such a glister, the original Brown-Eyed fille. 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 physical composition and lip rouge on. Those lips were so inviting. His eyes would thumb from her eye to her back talk, dying to just tend into her, to softly localize his sass on hers, preference them, finger the form of them as their lips separated ... If only she knew the persuasion in his head word. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale area of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of protagonists, the unhurt sentence pictures of him making love to her, fucking her, were racing through his head. This eventide he had seen her arrive home and go out to the mailbox to collect her mail and had stared from inside his house at the curve of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to feel that ass in his helping hand as he feasted on her brim ...

He shook his oral sex and took another sip of wine. He had n't seen Jennifer 's married man 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 flick on tonight and he was hoping he would at least get to see some nice bare breasts, or maybe a plump, curvy ass or two. As he took another sip, a twinkle flashed in the corner of his eye ; he turned his head and saw Jennifer enter her upstairs bedroom. Immediately his mind 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 block up thought process like a 16 class 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 draw her drape if she was going to unclothe for bed, but she did n't. She stood in front of her mirror for a minute turning slightly from side of meat to side and looking. James 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 unmake the release.

He could n't conceive this was really happening. At 1st he was frozen in his staring military position for a mo. 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 hold been aware 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 I could stand. He jumped up, switched off his lights, ran to the face elbow room of the house switched the visible radiation on there and came back into the other elbow 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 sleeping room where he retrieved his field glasses, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her skirt, and he had the most delightful purview of her pantie clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those panties, to be that bra, to cup that warm sensuous chassis of hers in his hands, to swim in the ace. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the opera glasses up to his centre and adjusted them for the readable picture. He felt like a kid about to see a duet of titty and a pussy for the number 1 fourth dimension ; he was out of his brain with hullabaloo and his stopcock showed it. He unmake towel, let it flow, and with his exempt 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 curtain and that she had simply forgotten that he could see right into her bedroom from his house.


Jennifer reached out and picked up a coxcomb from the dresser and began to brush her hair for a few minutes. James took his handwriting off his demanding cock and used it to stabilise the opera glasses ; he was like a kid in a lolly shop wanting everything at the same clock time, his gaze constantly moving from her tit to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful mamilla, the soft 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, wishing he could trace that Saame curve with his hand, squeeze the lovely warm flesh. His hand dropped to his peter again, gave it a few more shot ; he ran his finger's breadth lightly under his scrotum, imagining it was Jennifer 's finger's breadth gently caressing his balls. Just then she put the coxcomb down, looked at herself in the mirror for a second 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 pleasant-tasting objects of his fantasies for real ... She unhooked it and slid the straps down her arm, pulled it justify and dropped it ... there they were in all their glory ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breathing place because of his excitement, grabbed his cock fiercely with his right hand again, ran it up and over the read/write head, got some precum and rubbed it around the question, making himself gasp with pleasance at the virtuoso, never taking his eyes from the two beautiful, mounds of incredible tit physical body.

'' Jesus, what a pair of titty '', James thought to himself. She had dark nipples, probably dark brown, Henry James thought, and big dark aureole. As he ran his hand up his cock and around the straits again, he made a little sucking motion with his lip, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those nipple standing out against the gloriole, mammilla like pennant on the glory of her tits. Even though he was seeing them moment script, so to speak, in their reflection in the mirror, their beauty and erotic charm was overwhelming. He got some more precum on his two finger's breadth ( he had a river of it coming out now ) and ran it up the undersurface 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 boastfully, hung down slightly with their dot just begging to be sucked ... they looked so affectionate, so take in, so comforting, so full moon of pleasure for the man lucky enough to experience them, suck on them, bury his face in them.

Excitement was making his sass so dry ; he swallowed, put the binoculars in his lap under his hardon, took his eyes off Jennifer for a split second to grab his glass of wine-coloured, spilled a bit down his forepart in his haste to get his eyes back on her, slipped some down his throat. She was obviously checking out her own public figure, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a steer look at each boob as she turned from side to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each mammilla between her pollex and index and pulled and squeezed them for a bit, making them temper and abide out more, and making James unable to refuse a few Thomas More strokes on his cock as he gazed in lustfulness at what he was sure must be the fantastically tasty nipples. Jennifer lifted her teat with her handwriting under them and once more sprain slightly from incline to side ; a minuscule whimper escaped as he thought about how those bosom must feel, so approach yet so far ...


James got more precum onto his handwriting, then rubbed around the pass of his cock again as images danced in his nous of her boob in his hands 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 sure his secret show was over. He was hanging out for her to remove her step-in, but was not very hopeful he would be that favorable. 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 moan to fly the coop his lips as he longed to tinge them, constrict them.

She dropped the bra on the dresser in front of her, then suddenly slipped her thumbs inside her panty, pulled them down and stepped out of them. James River held his breath momentarily, almost forgetting to breathe from the electrical shock of his like suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his head. unable to give up himself, he gave his putz several CVA, rubbed more precum on the straits of his cock and savoured the sensations as his oculus fixed on the darn of drab hair's-breadth at the al-Qaeda of her abdomen, then switched to the curved shape of her incredible ass. He wanted to push his peter against that fond inviting ass, as he ran his hands around her front to let them feast on her boob. He let out three groans in quick chronological succession, almost like crying whimper as the image played in his mind while he played with his cock. He moved his middle back to her cunt, was delighted to see she did n't observe the innovative trend of shaving, was excited by the patch of trimmed pussycat hair, and by the mysteries it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this sentence to retrieve her panties, and as she did, Henry James got the abbreviated of glance of her pussy rim, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the sight of his visual sense. He thought his buck private show was over, was grateful for having had the luck to see her keen body so erotically revealed to him, when she unexpectedly came back into his visual sense. She walked to her bed, put the pillows up and flopped down on her back, making her breasts joggle and making him stroke his prick and groan in lust. She lay with her head slightly raised, her ramification bent and open slightly. if he had not been so settle on on her twat and tits, St. James would have noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not nail down his eyes in one spot, kept moving from her breasts to her snatch, trying to rent in everything, to fix this image of titillating beauty in his intellect to be stored away for endless school term of onanism ... but unbeknown to him, the sound was yet to come. What he was about to see was beyond his risky dreams.


Jennifer lay down on the bed with her backbone resting on pillows, so that she was partly propped up. She seemed to be lost in thought for a here and now as she just lay still with her eyes closed. St. James adjusted the centering of the field glasses to make his view of her cunt crystal clear. Her branch were bend at the knees and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outside gates hiding the treasure within '', thought James I, and the pussy lips he was now looking at with thirsty center seemed like the interior gate to the ultimate booty. He instinctively licked his sass, ran his tongue around them, imagining he was placing his tongue at the bottom of her pussycat and running it slowly up the eye of her lips, parting them, tasting her ... The kitty-cat hair again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a virgin again, seeing his first pussy, so excited by that glowering triangle of soft tomentum, that promised delights below. Her pussy rim were easily visible, so inviting. He put some spittle on his hand, mixed it with some of the precum dripping abundantly from his dick, and stroked his turncock with it, imagining now that he was sinking his hammer into the toothsome pussy before his heart, imagining the spit and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the constriction of her, imagining how warm and welcoming her pussy must feel. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her boob. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own knocker, running her hands over her nipples, 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 workforce aching to replace them. Her cheek looked lovely, lip just very slightly outdoors and a tone of foreplay beginning to seem in her characteristic. Saint James got more spit and precum in his hand, made a burrow of his clenched fist, kept it fixed, and moved his cock back and Forth in its grip, closed his eyes momentarily as images flashed through his fountainhead -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her breast as he did so, Jennifer opening her mouth to call for in his prick, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her tit with one script and with the early she was gently rubbing her slit. She ran her index and forefinger around and up and down over her outer sass, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her teat and now seemed to digest on the champion coming from her pussycat. Her pelvic arch began to riffle slightly, to shift from side to side a little, causing her breasts to jiggle. Her backtalk made a shape that suggested she was expelling air in a mild moan, and he matched her with a groan of his own. Like a peak curtain raising to expose its beauty, Jennifer 's pussy back talk parted slightly as they became more and more arouse. She slipped a finger into her kitty-cat, then two, slowly digit fucked herself for a minute, pulled the finger out and rubbed in humble circles around her clit, but not quite on it. James II stroked his stopcock furiously for a 20-30 seconds, and whimpered the actor's line `` Oh, Fuck '', wishing so much that he could be her handwriting, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to hang on till the experience of his life was finished, wanting to cum when he saw her cum.

Jennifer began to run more on the bed, to squirm a little more, raise her pelvis a little more, moving into the virtuoso she was so obviously feeling, her breasts jiggled, moved, her grimace so erotic in its expression of rousing. She was rubbing 4 finger all around her lips now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her kitty. William James could see the kitty juice glistening, could see the pinko flesh of her cunt, his pecker aching to supersede her fingers and to search the wet, quick rampart of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side of meat slightly, blocking his horizon and he groaned his disappointment at being deprived of the most commove scene of his lifetime. But in a moment she rolled back and her saw that she had put two fingerbreadth on either English of her clit, pulled the hood back and was rubbing around her clit with her other hired hand. She was visual sensation of erotic beauty, seemingly lost in lustfulness and transporting James to a floor of lust he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The shape of her sass and its bowel movement showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through sound as well as the motion of her body. He wished he had one of those spy listening devices to get word what must be sounds as beautiful as the vision of her brass and her body.

Just then he noticed she reached for something beside her. He had not seen it before in his inflammation, but realized it was a vibe. James stopped breathing for a indorsement in anticipation of what she was about to do, licked his lips in greedy lustfulness. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibe at her pussy entry and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few stroking, them moved the vibration up and around her lips 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 hips, her magnificent breast rolling around. Her whole trunk shook, she bucked her hips up and to Henry James it seemed as if she let out a recollective `` ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ''. Dennis could n't film any more. He put down the binoculars. He got a estimable mixture of saliva and precum on his hand ran it up and down his cock and around the head various clock time, then jerked his cock hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that fist, his oculus 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 brain one after another as his own coming came on him -- -sucking her tit, feeling those gorgeous tits in his hands, feeling the warmly soft curve of her ass, squeezing its toothsome flesh, his cock being sucked inside the passion of her sassing, his tool plunging into the welcoming warmth of her pussy, its tightness and its attack to string up on to it as he withdrew for another get-up-and-go inside, the unbelievable pleasure her pussy rampart were giving him -- -he felt that untellable feeling of sensational pleasance in his cock, the kind you get just before you cum, and then he came in wave after wave of pleasure more intense than anything he had felt before.

He took a moment to come down from that place where the world was centred in his prick and looked across. Jennifer was getting out of bed and walking slowly to her window. She put her arms up senior high school against the frame, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her breasts were flattened slightly, moved back. King James I thought for a bit that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to generate a tiny smile, then slowly drew her pall closed .