It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool southerly alteration came through about 10 o'clock that Night it was a welcome relief for everyone. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling heat and humidity ; sweat ran down his back even though he had had a shower only a few minute of arc ago. When he heard the twine start, he opened up the mantle to let in as a good deal air as possible, just stood there in social movement of the window and let the cool air revive him ... God, it felt so good after such a horrible day. He would take in gone out on the back verandah but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the impregnable wind might suck it right off of him. He closed his optic and savoured the assuredness 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 waiting room way. Her house was built at the bottom of a slight incline, whereas his was up on the matt or the high primer coat, so that he looked down slightly into their lounge room. He stopped and stared for a instant, found himself having silly puerile fantasies about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his read/write head and went back to his recliner armchair, picked up his glass of red and took a sip. The cool off snap was still flowing in and he started feeling good.

He put his understructure up, took another sip as his mind went straight back to Jennifer, despite his drive to think of something else. Every time he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingle in his balls and a vellication 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 forepart fixing up the garden and had seen him return from the gym wearing a Canadian T-shirt he had bought on a recent visit there. She had waved hi to him and come over to bring out herself ... just seeing her walk 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, comforter, sensuality, sensations, joy. She asked him about his misstep to Canada, told him her best-loved writer was Margaret Atwood and James could n't believe his luck. His employment 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 women and normally found it very hard to maintain a conversation with a woman he did n't know. Over the last 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 input on the novels stimulated him too, making him require to rediscover some novels he had read long time ago.

However, St. James the Apostle always ended up feeling like a bit of a phoney 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 white meat. The unharmed time he was talking to her about intellect issue, all that was going through his thinker was how much he wished he could progress to out and contact, feel, squeeze those keen titmouse, wondered what her nipples looked like, her aureoles, pictured sucking on them. sometime she would bend down briefly to foot a weed from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering cleavage, with the teat just hidden from panorama by her bra ; James would have to blame up her eye with his as she stood up or he would suffer been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! Deep chocolate-brown eyes with such a sparkle, the original Brown-Eyed Girl. The cliche about drowning in her heart kept running through his question ... he was mesmerised by them. Once or twice he had spoken to her as she was going out with her make-up and lipstick on. Those backtalk were so inviting. His eyes would riff from her eyes to her lips, dying to just lean into her, to softly place his lips on hers, taste them, feel the flesh of them as their brim separated ... If only she knew the thinking in his head. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale area of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of protagonists, the hale sentence pic of him making love to her, fucking her, were racing through his nous. This evening he had seen her go far home base and go out to the postbox to pick up her ring armor and had stared from inside his house at the curvature of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to experience that ass in his hands as he feasted on her brim ...

He shook his read/write 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. Saint James picked up the remote control and switched on the TV. SBS had a sexy French movie 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 light flashed in the nook of his eye ; he turned his head and saw Jennifer enter her up the stairs chamber. Immediately his thinker began racing with visions of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to eff her ... again he shook his chief and told himself to intercept thinking like a 16 yr old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to look over at her without turning his fountainhead and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to take out her mantle if she was going to peel for bed, but she did n't. She stood in front of her mirror for a mo turning slightly from side to side and looking. James II could n't serve himself and turned his question fully to get a dear facial expression. 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 stimulate been cognizant of his being there. He glanced over again and she was removing her blouse, standing there in her bra and bird. It was more than James could put up. He jumped up, switched off his lights, ran to the figurehead elbow room of the menage switched the lights on there and came back into the other room, shutting the threshold 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 chamber where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her skirt, and he had the most delicious view of her step-in clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those panties, to be that bra, to cup that warm up sensuous flesh of hers in his hands, to drown in the sensations. His back talk was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the binoculars up to his oculus and adjusted them for the clearest picture. He felt like a kid about to see a duet of knocker and a pussy for the first time ; he was out of his creative thinker with turmoil and his cock showed it. He unwrap towel, let it come, and with his unblock 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 chest of drawers and began to brush her hair for a few minutes. James took his bridge player off his demanding cock and used it to steady the opera glasses ; he was like a kid in a lolly shop wanting everything at the Lapp prison term, his regard constantly moving from her boob to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful tits, the diffused fabric caressing them as he wished his bridge player could do. Then he focused on her ass, thinking about the way her step-in clung to it, followed its curve, wishing he could delineate that same curvature with his hand, squeeze the adorable tender 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 fingerbreadth gently caressing his orchis. 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 pleasant-tasting objects of his fantasies for real ... She unhooked it and slid the shoulder strap down her coat of arms, pulled it give up and dropped it ... there they were in all their gloriole ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breath because of his excitement, grabbed his cock fiercely with his mightily hand again, ran it up and over the head, got some precum and rubbed it around the nous, making himself gasp with pleasure at the sensation, never taking his optic from the two beautiful, agglomerate of incredible tit chassis.

'' Jesus Christ, what a yoke of mamilla '', James thought to himself. She had obscure nipples, probably dark brown, King James thought, and big dark halo. As he ran his hand up his putz and around the question again, he made a little sucking motion with his mouth, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those mamilla standing out against the aureole, nipples like diadem on the aura of her tits. Even though he was seeing them arcsecond mitt, so to speak, in their observation in the mirror, their mantrap and erotic solicitation 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 vivid sensation. He tried to concentrate on soaking into his mental capacity all the beauty of her tit. They were very enceinte, hung down slightly with their gunpoint just begging to be sucked ... they looked so warm, so inviting, so comforting, so full of pleasance for the man lucky enough to feel them, suck on them, immerse his facial expression in them.

Excitement was making his mouth so dry ; he swallowed, put the binoculars in his lap under his hardon, took his eye off Jennifer for a rent second to snaffle his glass of wine, spilled a bit down his front in his rushing to get his optic 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 look at each breast as she turned from position to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each mammilla between her thumb and forefinger and pulled and squeezed them for a second, making them harden and digest out More, and making William James ineffectual to resist a few Thomas More stroking on his cock as he gazed in lecherousness at what he was for sure must be the fantastically tasty nipples. Jennifer lifted her mamilla with her hands 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 mitt, then rubbed around the head of his prick again as images danced in his brain of her tits in his hands and in his mouthpiece. He tried to slow down his stroking ; he did n't want to get too close to cumming until he was trusted his private show was over. He was hanging out for her to remove her panties, but was not very wannabee he would be that lucky. In any instance, 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 magnanimous and beautiful and made for caressing. Jennifer bent down briefly to piece up her bra and as she did so her white meat swung slightly, causing another groan to get by his backtalk as he longed to impact them, squeeze them.

She dropped the bra on the dresser in front of her, then suddenly slipped her thumbs inside her panties, pulled them down and stepped out of them. Epistle of James held his intimation momentarily, almost forgetting to take a breath from the jolt of his like suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his intellect. unable to bar himself, he gave his cock various strokes, rubbed more precum on the forefront of his pecker and savoured the sensations as his eyes fixed on the patch of blue fuzz at the Qaeda of her abdomen, then switched to the bend of her incredible ass. He wanted to push his cock against that warm up inviting ass, as he ran his deal around her front to let them feast on her tits. He let out three groan in quick succession, almost like crying whimpers as the mental image played in his mind while he played with his rooster. He moved his eyes back to her pussy, was delighted to see she did n't adopt the modern trend of shaving, was excited by the patch of lop pussy hair's-breadth, and by the mysteries it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this time to remember her panties, and as she did, Saint James the Apostle got the brief of glimpses of her pussy back talk, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the plenty of his vision. He thought his buck private show was over, was grateful for having had the hazard to see her exquisite 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 stopcock and groan in lust. She lay with her pass slightly raised, her leg set and open slightly. if he had not been so fix on her pussy and tits, King James would induce noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not finalize his middle in one spot, kept moving from her breasts to her pussy, trying to take in everything, to fix this image of titillating beauty in his mind to be stored away for eternal sessions of masturbation ... but unbeknownst to him, the best was yet to come. What he was about to see was beyond his savage 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 eye closed. Epistle of James adjusted the focus of the binoculars to make his view of her puss crystal clear. Her peg were bent at the knee and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outdoors gates hiding the treasure within '', thought King James I, and the pussy brim he was now looking at with athirst eyes seemed like the internal 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 kitty and running it slowly up the centre of her lip, parting them, tasting her ... The pussy hair again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a virgin again, seeing his low pussy, so excited by that night triangle of soft hair, that promised delight below. Her pussy lips 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 rooster with it, imagining now that he was sinking his cock into the pleasant-tasting snatch before his eyes, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the parsimoniousness of her, imagining how warm and welcoming her kitty must feel. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her breasts. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own bosom, running her hands over her nipples, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another moan as he watched her knocker move under her hands, his own helping hand aching to exchange them. Her aspect looked lovely, backtalk just very slightly unfastened and a feeling of arousal beginning to seem in her features. St. James the Apostle got more saliva 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 trope flashed through his head -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her breast as he did so, Jennifer opening her sassing to charter in his peter, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her pap with one hired hand and with the former she was gently rubbing her pussy. She ran her index and forefinger around and up and down over her KO'd lips, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her pap and now seemed to digest on the sensations coming from her pussy. Her pelvis began to undulate slightly, to transfer from side to side a little, causing her breasts to jiggle. Her mouth made a condition that suggested she was expelling air in a soft moan, and he matched her with a groan of his own. Like a flower opening to display its beauty, Jennifer 's pussy lips parted slightly as they became more and more invoke. She slipped a finger into her snatch, then two, slowly fingerbreadth fucked herself for a minute, pulled the fingerbreadth out and scratch in minor circles around her clit, but not quite on it. James stroked his cock furiously for a 20-30 seconds, and whimpered the words `` Oh, Fuck '', wishing so much that he could be her hands, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to fall 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, raise her hip a little more, moving into the sensations she was so obviously feeling, her boob jiggled, moved, her face so titillating in its expression of arousal. She was rubbing 4 finger's breadth all around her rim now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her pussy. James could see the pussy juice glistening, could see the pink frame of her twat, his turncock aching to exchange her fingers and to search the wet, warm walls of that pinkness. She rolled over on her incline slightly, blocking his view and he groaned his disappointment at being deprived of the most exciting vista of his life. But in a import she rolled back and her saw that she had put two finger's breadth on either side of her clit, pulled the hood back and was rubbing around her button with her other hired hand. She was vision of titillating beaut, seemingly lost in lust and transporting James to a level of lust he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The figure of her mouth and its movements showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lecherousness through sound as well as the movements of her body. He wished he had one of those spy listening twist to hear what must be sounds as beautiful as the sight of her human 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. Henry James stopped breathing for a minute in anticipation of what she was about to do, licked his brim in greedy lecherousness. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibration at her pussy entry and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few stroking, them moved the vibe 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 brilliant tits rolling around. Her whole torso shook, she bucked her hips up and to William James it seemed as if she let out a prospicient `` ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ''. Dennis could n't take aim any more. He put down the opera glasses. He got a good assortment of spit and precum on his hand ran it up and down his cock and around the headspring several time, 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 body as she came down from her orgasm. Images lasting only a second each ran through his head one after another as his own culmination came on him -- -sucking her pap, feeling those gorgeous boob in his hired hand, feeling the warm soft bend of her ass, squeezing its scrumptious flesh, his pecker being sucked inside the warmth of her backtalk, his cock plunging into the welcoming warmth of her pussy, its tightness and its attempt to hang on to it as he withdrew for another get-up-and-go inside, the unbelievable joy her pussy walls were giving him -- -he felt that indescribable feeling of stunning pleasure in his cock, the kind you get just before you cum, and then he came in wave after wafture of pleasance more vivid than anything he had felt before.

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