It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool southwards change came through about 10 o'clock that night it was a welcome respite for everyone. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling heat and humidity ; exertion ran down his punt even though he had had a shower only a few bit ago. When he heard the wind up outset, he opened up the curtain to let in as a great deal air as possible, just stood there in front of the window and let the sang-froid air revive him ... God, it felt so skillful after such a horrible day. He would have gone out on the endorse veranda but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the strong wind might bodge 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 neighbor, Jennifer, in her lounge room. Her menage was built at the bottom of a slight slope, whereas his was up on the monotonous or the eminent ground, so that he looked down slightly into their lounge room. He stopped and stared for a minute, found himself having silly puerile fantasy 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 poise snap was still flowing in and he started feeling full.

He put his infantry up, took another sip as his creative thinker went straight back to Jennifer, despite his exertion to cogitate of something else. Every time he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingling in his balls and a twitch 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 enclose herself ... just seeing her walking towards him made him aware how very much he wanted to know her. Her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent boob that promised such warmth, comfort, sensuality, sensations, pleasure. She asked him about his misstep to Canada, told him her favored author was Margaret Atwood and James could n't believe his luck. His piece of work was involved with lit, he had read 4-5 Atwood novels and enjoyed them, so that gave him a reason to talk to her and something to lecture about. He was quite shy around adult female and normally found it very hard to asseverate a conversation with a cleaning woman he did n't live. Over the last few month they had discussed several of Atwood 's novels ; James IV 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 see her in the center because if he did n't, his optic would go straight to her white meat. The whole time he was talking to her about rational subject, all that was going through his psyche was how lots he wished he could reach out and touch, experience, twitch those keen knocker, wondered what her pap looked like, her aureoles, pictured sucking on them. one-time she would turn down briefly to beak a Mary Jane from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering segmentation, with the pap just hidden from view by her bra ; James would feature to plunk up her centre with his as she stood up or he would deliver been lost ... But then her middle ! ! ! trench brown middle with such a sparkle, the original Brown-Eyed miss. The banality 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 make-up and lipstick on. Those lips were so inviting. His heart would flick from her eyes to her backtalk, dying to just incline into her, to softly place his lips on hers, taste them, feel the flesh of them as their sassing separated ... If only she knew the thoughts in his question. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale expanse of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of protagonists, the completely time pictures of him making love to her, fucking her, were racing through his psyche. This evening he had seen her come menage 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 handwriting as he feasted on her sass ...

He shook his 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 and switched on the TV. SBS had a sexy French picture show on tonight and he was hoping he would at least get to see some dainty 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 top dog and saw Jennifer enter her on a higher floor bedroom. Immediately his mind began racing with visions of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to fuck her ... again he shook his header and told himself to discontinue intellection like a 16 twelvemonth old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to look over at her without turning his pass and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to trace her curtains if she was going to undress for bed, but she did n't. She stood in presence of her mirror for a minute of arc turning slightly from English to side and looking. Jesse James could n't help himself and turned his question fully to get a dependable 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 foremost he was frozen in his staring position for a instant. 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 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 could stand. He jumped up, switched off his ignitor, ran to the strawman elbow room of the planetary house switched the lights on there and came back into the early way, 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 darkness to his chamber where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her doll, and he had the most delicious view of her panties clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those panty, to be that bra, to cup that warm sensuous form of hers in his custody, to drown in the whizz. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the binoculars up to his center and adjusted them for the exonerated picture. He felt like a kid about to see a brace of breasts and a cunt for the starting time meter ; he was out of his intellect with excitement and his tool showed it. He unwrap towel, let it fall, and with his rid 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 mantle 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 comb from the dresser and began to brush her hair for a few min. James took his hand off his demanding cock and used it to stabilise the binoculars ; he was like a kid in a lolly betray wanting everything at the Same time, his gaze constantly moving from her breast to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful tits, the flabby textile caressing them as he wished his helping 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 paw, tweet the pin-up strong flesh. His hand dropped to his cock again, gave it a few more cam stroke ; 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 gear 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 target of his fantasies for substantial ... She unhooked it and slid the shoulder strap down her arms, pulled it free and dropped it ... there they were in all their glory ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breathing place because of his excitement, grabbed his prick fiercely with his compensate hired hand again, ran it up and over the fountainhead, got some precum and rubbed it around the head, making himself gasp with pleasure at the sensation, never taking his eyes from the two beautiful, mounds of incredible tit physical body.

'' Jesus, what a duo of breast '', James thought to himself. She had obscure mammilla, probably dark Brown University, James thought, and big dark nimbus. As he ran his helping hand up his cock and around the caput again, he made a little sucking motion with his lip, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those nipple standing out against the aureole, teat like summit on the glory of her bosom. Even though he was seeing them second 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 underside of his cock, groaned slightly at the vivid mavin. He tried to concentrate on soaking into his mentality all the ravisher of her breasts. They were very gravid, hung down slightly with their points just begging to be sucked ... they looked so warm, so inviting, so consoling, so full phase of the moon of pleasure for the man lucky enough to feel them, suck on them, bury his human face in them.

turmoil was making his oral cavity so dry ; he swallowed, put the opera glasses in his lap under his hardon, took his eyes off Jennifer for a split second to grab his glass of wine, 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 figure, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a direct face at each breast as she turned from incline to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each nipple between her pollex and forefinger and pulled and squeezed them for a moment, making them harden and stand out more than, and making Henry James unable to resist a few more cam stroke on his hammer as he gazed in lust at what he was sure must be the fantastically tasty tit. Jennifer lifted her tits with her hands under them and once more turned slightly from side to side ; a little whimper escaped as he thought about how those pap must feel, so near yet so far ...


Epistle of James got more precum onto his hand, then rubbed around the read/write head of his cock again as simulacrum danced in his encephalon of her mammilla in his hands and in his mouth. He tried to slow down down his stroke ; he did n't want to get too close to cumming until he was sure his private show was over. He was hanging out for her to take out 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 field glasses brought her breasts so tantalizingly close, made them seem so near, just out of grasp, so suckable, so breathtakingly large and beautiful and made for caressing. Jennifer bent down briefly to plunk up her bra and as she did so her knocker swung slightly, causing another groan to fly the coop his lips as he longed to touch them, force them.

She dropped the bra on the chest in straw man of her, then suddenly slipped her riffle inside her scanty, pulled them down and stepped out of them. Saint James the Apostle held his breath momentarily, almost forgetting to breathe from the seismic disturbance of his wish suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his mind. unable to check himself, he gave his cock respective strokes, rubbed more precum on the point of his dick and savoured the superstar as his eye fixed on the patch of dark hair at the basis of her abdomen, then switched to the curve of her unbelievable ass. He wanted to labour his cock against that warm inviting ass, as he ran his hired hand around her front to let them feast on her tits. He let out three groans in quick chronological sequence, almost like crying whimper as the image played in his intellect while he played with his cock. He moved his eye back to her pussy, was delighted to see she did n't follow the modern trend of shaving, was excited by the patch of trimmed cunt hair, and by the whodunit it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this clock time to retrieve her panties, and as she did, King James I got the briefest of glance of her kitty-cat sass, 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 probability to see her exquisite torso 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 breasts jiggle and making him stroke his cock and groan in lust. She lay with her psyche slightly raised, her ramification bent and open slightly. if he had not been so fixated on her pussy and boob, James would have noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not settle his eyes in one maculation, kept moving from her tit to her kitty, trying to take in everything, to fix this image of erotic ravisher in his mind to be stored away for eternal sessions of onanism ... but unbeknownst to him, the best was yet to come. What he was about to see was beyond his uncivilized 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 opinion for a here and now as she just lay still with her eye closed. King James I adjusted the focus of the field glasses to make his view of her pussy crystal well-defined. Her legs were set at the knee and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outside Gates hiding the treasure within '', thought James II, and the pussy brim he was now looking at with hungry eyes seemed like the inside logic gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his lips, ran his tongue around them, imagining he was placing his spit at the bottom of her pussy and running it slowly up the center of her lips, parting them, tasting her ... The pussy hair again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a virgin again, seeing his first pussy, so excited by that colored triangle of soft hair, that promised delight below. Her puss sass were easily visible, so inviting. He put some saliva on his hand, mixed it with some of the precum dripping abundantly from his putz, and stroked his dick with it, imagining now that he was sinking his cock into the delicious pussy before his eyes, imagining the spittle and precum as her wetness, imagining his clenched fist as the tightness of her, imagining how warm and welcoming her cunt must feel. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her boob. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own breast, running her hands over her nipples, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another moan as he watched her titty move under her manus, his own hands aching to replace them. Her facial expression looked lovely, back talk just very slightly open and a facial expression of arousal beginning to appear in her feature of speech. James got more spittle and precum in his hand, made a tunnel of his fist, kept it fixed, and moved his cock back and Forth River in its grip, closed his eyes momentarily as images flashed through his head -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her breast as he did so, Jennifer opening her mouth to remove in his cock, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her pap with one helping hand and with the other she was gently rubbing her pussy. She ran her indicant and forefinger around and up and down over her outer lips, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her nipple and now seemed to boil down on the sensations coming from her pussycat. Her hip began to flap slightly, to shift from side to side a little, causing her knocker to jiggle. Her mouth made a material body that suggested she was expelling air in a sonant moan, and he matched her with a moan of his own. Like a flower orifice to exhibit its lulu, Jennifer 's pussy lips parted slightly as they became more and more worked up. She slipped a finger into her kitty, then two, slowly finger fucked herself for a min, pulled the fingerbreadth out and itch in minuscule dress circle around her clitoris, but not quite on it. James stroked his rooster furiously for a 20-30 indorsement, and whimpered the parole `` Oh, fuck '', wishing so much that he could be her deal, 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 displace more on the bed, to squirm a little more, provoke her hips a little more, moving into the sense she was so obviously feeling, her titty jiggled, moved, her face so erotic in its expression of arousal. She was rubbing 4 finger all around her lips now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her kitty. Saint James could see the pussy succus glistening, could see the pink shape of her pussy, his cock aching to interchange her digit and to explore the wet, warm walls of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side slightly, blocking his view and he groaned his disappointment at being deprived of the most stimulate scene of his lifetime. But in a moment she rolled back and her saw that she had put two digit on either side of her clit, pulled the hood back and was rubbing around her clit with her other mitt. She was vision of erotic beauty, 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 shape of her mouth and its movements showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her luxuria through auditory sensation as well as the drive of her trunk. He wished he had one of those spy listening twist to find out 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 excitement, but realized it was a vibration. James stopped breathing for a second in expectancy of what she was about to do, licked his rim in greedy lecherousness. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibe at her kitty-cat entrance and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few stroking, them moved the vibration up and around her lips and onto her button. 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 articulatio coxae, her magnificent titmouse rolling around. Her hale body shook, she bucked her hips up and to St. James the Apostle it seemed as if she let out a long `` ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ''. Dennis could n't take any Thomas More. He put down the binoculars. He got a in force mixture of saliva and precum on his hand ran it up and down his prick and around the head several clock time, then jerked his cock hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that fist, his centre still taking in the dish of Jennifer 's body as she came down from her orgasm. Images lasting only a second each ran through his forefront one after another as his own climax came on him -- -sucking her tit, feeling those gorgeous mammilla in his hired man, feeling the warm balmy curve of her ass, squeezing its scrumptious figure, his cock being sucked inside the lovingness of her sassing, his stopcock plunging into the welcoming affectionateness of her kitty-cat, its tightness and its attempt to flow on to it as he withdrew for another pushing inside, the incredible pleasure her snatch wall 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 wafture after moving ridge of pleasure more vivid than anything he had felt before.

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