It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool southern change came through about 10 o'clock that nighttime it was a welcome relief for everyone. St. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling heat and humidity ; exertion ran down his back even though he had had a rain shower only a few minute of arc ago. When he heard the malarkey start, he opened up the pall to let in as a lot air as possible, just stood there in front man of the window and let the cool air resurrect him ... God, it felt so dependable after such a atrocious day. He would have gone out on the plunk for veranda but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the unattackable current of air might shove off it right off of him. He closed his eyes and savoured the chill 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 waiting area way. Her house was built at the merchantman of a slight slope, whereas his was up on the flat or the mellow ground, so that he looked down slightly into their lounge room. He stopped and stared for a minute, found himself having nonsensical teenager phantasy about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his head and went back to his lounger armchair, picked up his looking glass of red and took a sip. The coolheaded zephyr was still flowing in and he started feeling effective.

He put his feet up, took another sip as his thinker went straight back to Jennifer, despite his efforts to think of something else. Every time he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingling in his Ball and a twitching 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 jersey he had bought on a recent sojourn there. She had waved hello to him and come over to introduce herself ... just seeing her base on balls towards him made him aware how much he wanted to know her. Her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent chest that promised such warmth, comfort, sensuality, sensory faculty, pleasure. She asked him about his slip to Canada, told him her ducky author was Margaret Atwood and James could n't consider his portion. His employment was involved with literature, he had read 4-5 Atwood novels and enjoyed them, so that gave him a reasonableness to talk to her and something to lecture about. He was quite shy around adult female and normally found it very hard to maintain a conversation with a woman he did n't know. Over the final few months they had discussed several of Atwood 's novels ; James River enjoyed telling her about Canada as well as about Toronto where Atwood lived. Her commentary on the novels stimulated him too, making him want to rediscover some novels he had read years ago.

However, King James I always ended up feeling like a bit of a hypocrite while talking to her. He had to coerce himself to look her in the eye because if he did n't, his heart would go straight to her breasts. The whole clock time he was talking to her about cerebral topics, all that was going through his brain was how often he wished he could strain out and tint, feel, pressure those keen tits, wondered what her nipples looked like, her halo, pictured sucking on them. old she would bend down briefly to blame a weed from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering cleavage, with the tit just hidden from thought by her bra ; James would bear to pick up her eyes with his as she stood up or he would suffer been lost ... But then her optic ! ! ! Deep brown eyes with such a sparkle, the master Brown-Eyed Girl. The commonplace about drowning in her eye kept running through his heading ... 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 sass were so inviting. His centre would flick from her eyes to her lips, dying to just lean into her, to softly station his back talk on hers, gustatory modality them, experience the flesh of them as their lips separated ... If only she knew the thought process in his drumhead. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale field of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychological science of protagonists, the whole time word-painting of him making love to her, fucking her, were racing through his fountainhead. 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 sense that ass in his workforce as he feasted on her backtalk ...

He shook his head and took another sip of wine-coloured. 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 least get to see some nice bare breasts, or maybe a plump, curvy ass or two. As he took another sip, a idle flashed in the corner of his eye ; he turned his promontory and saw Jennifer enter her upstairs sleeping room. Immediately his judgement began racing with visions of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to fuck her ... again he shook his head and told himself to block off intellection like a 16 year old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to look over at her without turning his brain and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to draw and quarter her drapery if she was going to uncase for bed, but she did n't. She stood in figurehead of her mirror for a minute turning slightly from side of meat to side and looking. St. 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 loosen the push button.

He could n't believe this was really happening. At first gear he was frozen in his staring post 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 let 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 William James could stick out. He jumped up, switched off his Light, ran to the front room of the mansion switched the lighting on there and came back into the former way, shutting the threshold behind him, so that no visible light was entering where he was. He then made his way as fast as he could in the dark to his bedroom where he retrieved his field glasses, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her skirt, and he had the most delightful sentiment of her panties clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those panties, to be that bra, to cup that warm sensuous flesh of hers in his hired hand, to drown in the sentiency. His sassing was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the opera glasses up to his eyes and adjusted them for the clearest pic. He felt like a kid about to see a pair of boob and a kitty-cat for the commencement clip ; he was out of his mind with excitement and his dick showed it. He undid towel, let it fall, and with his free hand, stroked his hardon. He thanked God for the hot day and the southerly, thinking that must be the reasonableness 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 dressing table and began to brush her hair's-breadth for a few mo. William James took his hand off his demanding pecker and used it to brace the binoculars ; he was like a kid in a lolly shop wanting everything at the same time, his gaze constantly moving from her breasts to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful mammilla, the delicate 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 ball, wishing he could trace that same curve with his hired hand, twinge the lovely strong physique. His hired hand dropped to his cock again, gave it a few to a greater extent virgule ; he ran his digit 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 instant or two, then reached behind herself to unhook her bra. He held his breather, could n't believe he was actually going to see those luscious target of his fancy for rattling ... 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 intimation because of his excitement, grabbed his prick fiercely with his justly hired man again, ran it up and over the top dog, got some precum and rubbed it around the head, making himself pant with pleasure at the sensation, never taking his oculus from the two beautiful, knoll of incredible tit flesh.

'' Jesus, what a pair of tits '', James IV thought to himself. She had dark nipples, probably colored brown, James thought, and big dark aureole. As he ran his hired hand up his hammer and around the question again, he made a little sucking motion with his mouth, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those teat standing out against the halo, teat like crowns on the glory of her tits. Even though he was seeing them secondly bridge player, so to verbalise, in their reflection in the mirror, their beauty and titillating 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 intense superstar. He tried to concentrate on soaking into his brainpower all the beauty of her breasts. They were very enceinte, hung down slightly with their point just begging to be sucked ... they looked so strong, so inviting, so comforting, so fully of pleasure for the man lucky enough to find them, suck on them, bury his facial expression in them.

Excitement was making his sass so dry ; he swallowed, put the opera glasses in his lap under his hardon, took his heart off Jennifer for a rent second to grab his glass of wine-colored, spilled a bit down his front in his hastiness to get his eyes back on her, slipped some down his throat. She was obviously checking out her own build, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a direct flavor at each boob as she turned from side to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each nipple between her pollex and index and pulled and squeezed them for a second, making them harden and put up out Sir Thomas More, and making Epistle of James unable to hold out a few more cerebrovascular accident on his cock 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 release slightly from side to side ; a piffling whine escaped as he thought about how those tits must feel, so near yet so far ...


James got more precum onto his hand, then rubbed around the nous of his hammer again as prototype danced in his brain of her tits in his hands and in his mouth. He tried to decelerate down his stroking ; he did n't want to get too close to cumming until he was sure his buck private show was over. He was hanging out for her to take out her panties, 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 range, 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 boob swung slightly, causing another moan to escape his lips as he longed to reach them, hale them.

She dropped the bra on the dresser in front of her, then suddenly slipped her quarter round inside her panty, pulled them down and stepped out of them. James held his breath momentarily, almost forgetting to breathe from the daze of his indirect request suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his thinker. unable to stop himself, he gave his putz several apoplexy, rubbed more precum on the head of his cock and savoured the sensations as his eyes fixed on the bandage of glum hair at the base of her abdomen, then switched to the bender of her incredible ass. He wanted to push his cock against that warm inviting ass, as he ran his hands around her front to let them feast on her mamilla. He let out three groan in spry succession, almost like crying whimpers as the simulacrum played in his mind while he played with his cock. He moved his eyes back to her pussy, was delighted to see she did n't take after the Modern drift of shaving, was excited by the patch of trimmed pussy hair's-breadth, and by the mysteries it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this metre to retrieve her panties, and as she did, James got the briefest of glimpses of her pussy sass, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the sight of his vision. He thought his private show 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 sight. She walked to her bed, put the pillows up and flopped down on her back, making her breast joggle and making him stroke his shaft and groan in lust. She lay with her head slightly raised, her legs bent and heart-to-heart slightly. if he had not been so settle on on her puss and tits, James would take noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not settle his eyes in one spot, kept moving from her chest to her slit, trying to remove in everything, to fix this image of erotic beauty in his mind to be stored away for endless seance of masturbation ... but unbeknownst to him, the best was yet to follow. What he was about to see was beyond his risky 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 present moment as she just lay still with her eyes closed. James adjusted the focus of the opera glasses to induce his survey of her slit crystal clean-cut. Her legs were bow at the human knee and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the out-of-door gates hiding the treasure within '', thought James, and the puss lips he was now looking at with hungry eyes seemed like the inner logic 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 middle of her lips, parting them, tasting her ... The pussy pilus again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a Virgo again, seeing his first pussy, so excited by that night triangle of soft hair, that promised delectation below. Her kitty back talk 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 cock with it, imagining now that he was sinking his cock into the pleasant-tasting pussy before his eyes, imagining the spit and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the tightness of her, imagining how warm and welcoming her pussycat must feel. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her bosom. 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 breasts move under her hired man, his own hands aching to replace them. Her face looked lovely, sass just very slightly undefended and a look of stimulation beginning to come out in her feature. King James I got more spittle and precum in his paw, made a tunnel of his fist, kept it fixed, and moved his peter back and Forth River in its grip, closed his eyes momentarily as figure flashed through his head -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her breast as he did so, Jennifer opening her sassing to take in his cock, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her mammilla with one hand and with the other she was gently rubbing her kitty-cat. She ran her index and forefinger around and up and down over her tabu rim, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her tit and now seemed to concentrate on the sensations coming from her pussy. Her pelvis began to undulate slightly, to change over from side to side a short, causing her breasts to joggle. Her mouth made a shape that suggested she was expelling air in a delicate groan, and he matched her with a groan of his own. Like a flower opening to display its mantrap, Jennifer 's pussycat lips parted slightly as they became more and more aroused. She slipped a finger into her kitty-cat, then two, slowly finger's breadth fucked herself for a moment, pulled the finger out and chafe in diminished circles around her clit, but not quite on it. James River stroked his cock furiously for a 20-30 irregular, and whimpered the Scripture `` Oh, Fuck '', wishing so a great deal that he could be her hands, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to hang on till the experience of his life story was finished, wanting to cum when he saw her cum.

Jennifer began to actuate more on the bed, to squirm a little more, raise her hips a little more, moving into the sensations she was so obviously feeling, her tit jiggled, moved, her typeface so erotic in its expression of arousal. She was rubbing 4 finger's breadth all around her mouth now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her kitty-cat. James could see the pussy juice glistening, could see the pink flesh of her kitty, his cock aching to supersede her finger and to research 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 charge scene of his lifetime. But in a present moment she rolled back and her saw that she had put two digit on either slope of her clit, pulled the hoodlum back and was rubbing around her clit with her other mitt. She was visual sensation of erotic looker, seemingly lost in lustfulness and transporting Saint James the Apostle to a stage of lecherousness he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The shape of her backtalk and its drift showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lecherousness through sound as well as the motion of her body. He wished he had one of those spy listening devices to hear what must be sounds as beautiful as the vision of her 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. Epistle of James stopped breathing for a endorsement 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 purulent entrance and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few strokes, them moved the vibe up and around her lips and onto her clit. She pulled its toughie 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 hip, her magnificent mamilla rolling around. Her whole body 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 field glasses. He got a honorable mixture of saliva and precum on his hired man ran it up and down his dick and around the foreland respective times, then jerked his cock hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that clenched fist, his eyes still taking in the sweetheart of Jennifer 's body as she came down from her coming. 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 knocker in his custody, feeling the warm soft curvature of her ass, squeezing its scrumptious flesh, his cock being sucked inside the warmth of her mouth, his rooster plunging into the welcoming lovingness of her slit, its denseness and its attack to advert on to it as he withdrew for another push button inside, the incredible delight her pussy bulwark were giving him -- -he felt that ineffable feeling of sensational joy in his pecker, the kind you get just before you cum, and then he came in waving after wave of pleasure more intense than anything he had felt before.

He took a mo to come down from that office 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 gamey against the frame, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her white meat were flattened slightly, moved back. James thought for a moment that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to sacrifice a tiny smile, then slowly drew her curtain closed .