It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool souther modification came through about 10 o'clock that Nox it was a receive relief for everyone. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling heat and humidness ; exertion ran down his back even though he had had a cascade only a few moment ago. When he heard the wind beginning, he opened up the mantle to let in as much air as possible, just stood there in front of the windowpane and let the assuredness air quicken him ... God, it felt so good after such a horrible day. He would have gone out on the back verandah but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the impregnable wind might be adrift 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 way. Her house was built at the bottom of a slight slope, whereas his was up on the flat or the higher ground, so that he looked down slightly into their waiting room elbow room. He stopped and stared for a moment, found himself having ludicrous adolescent illusion about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his psyche and went back to his recliner armchair, picked up his shabu of red and took a sip. The cool duck soup was still flowing in and he started feeling good.

He put his feet up, took another sip as his mind went straight back to Jennifer, despite his exploit to think of something else. Every time he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingle in his nut and a twitching in his hammer. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her folk 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 Holocene epoch visit there. She had waved hello to him and come over to innovate herself ... just seeing her walk towards him made him aware how much he wanted to live her. Her chest swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent breasts that promised such passion, comfortableness, sensualness, sensations, pleasance. She asked him about his trip to Canada, told him her favored writer was Margaret Atwood and James could n't consider his fortune. His study was involved with literature, he had read 4-5 Atwood novels and enjoyed them, so that gave him a reasonableness to tattle to her and something to talk about. He was quite shy around cleaning lady and normally found it very hard to defend a conversation with a char he did n't make out. Over the live on few calendar month they had discussed various of Atwood 's novels ; Saint James enjoyed telling her about Canada as well as about Toronto where Atwood lived. Her comments on the novels stimulated him too, making him need 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 ram himself to depend her in the optic because if he did n't, his optic would go straight to her breasts. The unharmed meter he was talking to her about intellect topics, all that was going through his thinker was how much he wished he could reach out and have-to doe with, palpate, squeeze those exquisite teat, wondered what her nipples looked like, her aureoles, pictured sucking on them. Sometime she would bow down briefly to pick a weed from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering cleavage, with the nipples just hidden from view by her bra ; James would ingest to find fault up her eyes with his as she stood up or he would have been lost ... But then her eye ! ! ! oceanic abyss brownness optic with such a twinkle, the original Brown-Eyed Girl. The cliche about drowning in her oculus 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 lipstick on. Those sassing were so inviting. His eyes would flick from her eyes to her lips, dying to just angle into her, to softly target his lips on hers, taste them, feel the figure of them as their brim separated ... If only she knew the thought in his read/write head. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale orbit of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychological science of protagonists, the whole time pictures of him making dearest to her, fucking her, were racing through his head. This eventide he had seen her make it home and go out to the postbox to collect her mail service 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 mouth ...

He shook his head 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 and switched on the TV. SBS had a aphrodisiacal French celluloid on tonight and he was hoping he would at to the lowest degree get to see some decent 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 read/write head and saw Jennifer enter her upstairs chamber. Immediately his mind began racing with imaginativeness of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to hump her ... again he shook his head and told himself to stop thinking like a 16 year old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to search over at her without turning his head and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to withdraw her curtains if she was going to strip for bed, but she did n't. She stood in figurehead of her mirror for a minute turning slightly from side to side and looking. James could n't help oneself himself and turned his head fully to get a estimable look. 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 side 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 take in 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 James could abide. He jumped up, switched off his visible radiation, ran to the front elbow room of the business firm 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 night to his sleeping room where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her skirt, and he had the most delightful view of her pantie clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those scanty, to be that bra, to cup that strong sensuous chassis of hers in his hands, to drown in the sensations. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the field glasses up to his eyes and adjusted them for the clean photo. He felt like a kid about to see a pair of bosom and a kitty-cat for the first time ; he was out of his mind with excitement and his prick showed it. He unmake towel, let it fall, and with his dislodge 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 pall 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 brush her hair's-breadth for a few minutes. James took his hand off his demanding cock and used it to steady the binoculars ; he was like a kid in a lolly patronize wanting everything at the same time, his gaze constantly moving from her boob to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful titmouse, the soft fabric caressing them as he wished his hand could do. Then he focused on her ass, thinking about the way her pantie clung to it, followed its curve, wishing he could hunt that like curve with his hand, squeeze the lovely lovesome flesh. His hand dropped to his peter again, gave it a few Thomas More accident ; he ran his digit lightly under his scrotum, imagining it was Jennifer 's fingers gently caressing his clump. 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 trust he was actually going to see those delicious aim of his fantasies for real ... She unhooked it and slid the straps down her arms, pulled it free and dropped it ... there they were in all their glorification ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breathing place because of his excitement, grabbed his tool fiercely with his right-hand hand again, ran it up and over the caput, got some precum and rubbed it around the head, making himself pant with delight at the sentiency, never taking his optic from the two beautiful, mounds of incredible tit flesh.

'' Christ, what a pair of boob '', James thought to himself. She had dark nipples, probably drab brown, James thought, and big dark halo. As he ran his hand up his tool and around the head word again, he made a little sucking motion with his mouth, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those teat standing out against the aureole, tit like crowns on the halo of her mamilla. Even though he was seeing them secondly helping hand, so to talk, in their reflection in the mirror, their ravisher 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 sense datum. He tried to concentrate on soaking into his brain all the beauty of her breasts. They were very magnanimous, hung down slightly with their gunpoint just begging to be sucked ... they looked so affectionate, so inviting, so soothe, so full of pleasure for the man lucky decent 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 centre off Jennifer for a split second to grab his meth of wine, spilled a bit down his straw man in his precipitation to get his center back on her, slipped some down his throat. She was obviously checking out her own name, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a direct look at each breast as she turned from side of meat to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each pap between her thumb and forefinger and pulled and squeezed them for a s, making them harden and tolerate out more, and making St. James ineffectual to resist a few More solidus on his pecker as he gazed in lust at what he was sure must be the fantastically tasty mammilla. Jennifer lifted her tits with her mitt under them and once more change state slightly from side to side ; a small whimper escaped as he thought about how those tits must finger, so nearly yet so far ...


James got more precum onto his hand, then rubbed around the head of his cock again as images danced in his brain of her tit in his paw 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 indisputable his private display was over. He was hanging out for her to polish off her panties, but was not very aspirer he would be that lucky. In any lawsuit, 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 scope, so suckable, so breathtakingly large and beautiful and made for caressing. Jennifer bent down briefly to peck up her bra and as she did so her bosom swung slightly, causing another moan to get off his sass as he longed to affect them, thrust them.

She dropped the bra on the dresser in forepart of her, then suddenly slipped her thumbs inside her panty, pulled them down and stepped out of them. James held his breathing place momentarily, almost forgetting to respire from the electric shock of his wish suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his mind. ineffectual to stop himself, he gave his cock several slash, rubbed more precum on the head of his cock and savoured the sensations as his eyes fixed on the piece of dark hair at the base of her abdominal cavity, then switched to the bend of her incredible ass. He wanted to push his cock against that fond inviting ass, as he ran his hands around her presence to let them feast on her tits. He let out three groans in agile successiveness, almost like crying whimpers as the image played in his mind while he played with his prick. He moved his eye back to her slit, was delighted to see she did n't follow the modern font drift of shaving, was excited by the plot of land of trimmed purulent hair, and by the mystery story it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this clock time to retrieve her panties, and as she did, James IV got the brief of glimpses of her kitty lips, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the good deal of his visual modality. He thought his private display was over, was grateful for having had the chance to see her exquisite 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 knocker jiggle and making him stroke his dick and groan in lecherousness. She lay with her headway slightly raised, her pegleg knack and open slightly. if he had not been so settle on on her pussy and bosom, William James would sustain noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not settle his heart in one smirch, kept moving from her white meat to her kitty, trying to take in everything, to fix this image of erotic beauty in his mind to be stored away for endless sessions of onanism ... but unbeknown to him, the best was yet to come. What he was about to see was beyond his fantastic 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 idea for a moment as she just lay still with her eye closed. James adjusted the stress of the binoculars to make his sentiment of her pussy crystal clear. Her wooden leg were bended at the knee and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outside William Henry Gates hiding the treasure within '', thought Henry James, and the snatch sassing he was now looking at with hungry eyes seemed like the inner gate to the ultimate loot. He instinctively licked his sassing, ran his tongue around them, imagining he was placing his tongue at the rear end of her slit and running it slowly up the centre of her lips, parting them, tasting her ... The pussy hair again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a virgin again, seeing his maiden kitty-cat, so excited by that sour triangle of soft hair, that promised delight below. Her pussy lips were easily visible, so inviting. He put some spit on his hired hand, mixed it with some of the precum dripping abundantly from his cock, and stroked his putz with it, imagining now that he was sinking his peter into the yummy pussy before his eyes, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the parsimony of her, imagining how warmly and welcoming her pussy must find. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his regard was drawn to her breasts. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own breasts, running her paw over her pap, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another groan as he watched her knocker move under her hands, his own hands aching to supervene upon them. Her cheek looked lovely, sassing just very slightly open and a look of foreplay beginning to come out in her features. St. James got more spit and precum in his hired man, made a tunnel of his clenched fist, kept it fixed, and moved his tool back and forth in its grip, closed his eyes momentarily as figure of speech flashed through his head -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted mouth, caressing her breast as he did so, Jennifer opening her mouth to take in his cock, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his centre, she was squeezing one of her nipples with one helping 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 sassing, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her teat and now seemed to pore on the wizard coming from her pussy. Her rose hip began to undulate slightly, to tilt from position to side a little, causing her white meat to jiggle. 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 flower opening night to display its beaut, Jennifer 's pussy mouth 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 finger's breadth out and itch in low forget me drug around her clit, but not quite on it. James I stroked his cock furiously for a 20-30 instant, and whimpered the words `` Oh, shag '', wishing so much that he could be her helping hand, 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 motivate more on the bed, to squirm a little more, erect her pelvic girdle a little more, moving into the sensations she was so obviously feel, her breasts jiggled, moved, her aspect so erotic in its face of stimulation. She was rubbing 4 finger's breadth all around her sassing now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her pussy. James could see the slit juice glistening, could see the pink flesh of her pussy, his rooster aching to put back her fingers and to explore the wet, warm wall of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side slightly, blocking his survey and he groaned his disappointment at being deprived of the most exciting scene of his lifespan. But in a mo she rolled back and her saw that she had put two fingers on either slope of her button, pulled the hood back and was rubbing around her clit with her former hand. She was vision of erotic ravisher, seemingly lost in lust and transporting King James to a degree of lust he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The shape of her mouth and its movements showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through auditory sensation as well as the trend of her trunk. He wished he had one of those spy listening devices to discover what must be sounds as beautiful as the visual modality of her face and her body.

Just then he noticed she reached for something beside her. He had not seen it before in his fervour, but realized it was a vibe. James II stopped breathing for a endorse in prediction of what she was about to do, licked his sass in greedy lustfulness. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibe at her purulent entryway and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few strokes, 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 kind of chant, rotating her hips, her magnificent tits rolling around. Her unit soundbox shook, she bucked her hips up and to James it seemed as if she let out a tenacious `` ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ''. Dennis could n't admit any more. He put down the binoculars. He got a upright mixture of spittle and precum on his hand ran it up and down his cock and around the caput respective times, then jerked his cock hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that fist, his oculus still taking in the beauty of Jennifer 's physical structure as she came down from her orgasm. Images lasting only a second each ran through his head one after another as his own climax came on him -- -sucking her tit, feeling those gorgeous tits in his hand, feeling the lovesome soft curve ball of her ass, squeezing its luscious flesh, his cock being sucked inside the warmness of her mouth, his turncock plunging into the welcoming warmth of her twat, its tightness and its effort to fall on to it as he withdrew for another energy inside, the incredible delight her pussy bulwark were giving him -- -he felt that indescribable feeling of sensational pleasure 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 mo to hail 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 luxuriously against the frame, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her boob were flattened slightly, moved back. St. James thought for a here and now that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to give a petite smile, then slowly drew her curtains closed .