It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool southerly change came through about 10 o'clock that Night it was a welcome reliever for everyone. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling oestrus and humidness ; sweat ran down his endorse even though he had had a exhibitor only a few minutes ago. When he heard the nothingness commencement, he opened up the curtains to let in as lots air as possible, just stood there in battlefront of the window and let the cool off air animate him ... God, it felt so practiced after such a horrible day. He would make gone out on the hinder veranda but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the strong wind might suck 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 oculus, looked down and saw his neighbour, Jennifer, in her lounge room. Her home was built at the bottom of a slight side, whereas his was up on the flat or the eminent ground, so that he looked down slightly into their lounge room. He stopped and stared for a minute, found himself having ridiculous teenager fantasies about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his head and went back to his recliner armchair, picked up his trash of red and took a sip. The cool off gentle wind was still flowing in and he started feeling near.

He put his feet up, took another sip as his thinker went straight back to Jennifer, despite his efforts to remember of something else. Every time he thought of her or saw her, he felt a prickling in his formal and a twitching in his cock. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her mob had moved in, she had been out in the straw man fixing up the garden and had seen him return from the gym wearing a Canadian River t-shirt he had bought on a recent visit there. She had waved hullo to him and total over to introduce herself ... just seeing her walk of life towards him made him aware how a lot he wanted to know her. Her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent titty that promised such warmth, comfort, sensuality, wiz, pleasure. She asked him about his trip to Canada, told him her pet writer was Margaret Atwood and Saint James the Apostle could n't believe his portion. His workplace 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 adult female and normally found it very hard to maintain a conversation with a womanhood he did n't know. Over the last 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 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 look her in the eyes because if he did n't, his eye would go straight to her tit. The whole clip he was talking to her about noetic topic, all that was going through his mind was how much he wished he could gain out and allude, feel, squeeze those exquisite boob, wondered what her nipples looked like, her aureoles, pictured sucking on them. quondam she would bend down briefly to pick a weed from the garden and he would see her savory segmentation, with the nipple just hidden from vista by her bra ; Epistle of James would have to pick up her eyes with his as she stood up or he would have been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! Deep brown eyes with such a scintillation, the original Brown-Eyed female child. The cliche about drowning in her eyes kept running through his head teacher ... he was mesmerised by them. Once or twice he had spoken to her as she was going out with her constitution and lipstick on. Those rim were so inviting. His eyes would flick from her eyes to her lips, dying to just angle into her, to softly place his lip on hers, sense of taste them, find the flesh of them as their lips separated ... If only she knew the opinion in his head. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale area of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychological science of friend, the whole time exposure of him making passion to her, fucking her, were racing through his head. This evening he had seen her arrive habitation and go out to the postbox to collect her chain armor and had stared from inside his house at the curve ball of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to find that ass in his hands as he feasted on her lip ...

He shook his mind 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. James picked up the remote and switched on the TV. SBS had a sexy French celluloid on tonight and he was hoping he would at least get to see some dainty bare tit, 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 head word and saw Jennifer enter her upstairs bedroom. Immediately his mind began racing with vision of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to lie with her ... again he shook his head and told himself to stop cerebration like a 16 yr old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to appear over at her without turning his nous and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to imbibe her curtains if she was going to undress for bed, but she did n't. She stood in forepart of her mirror for a moment turning slightly from slope to side and looking. William James could n't help oneself himself and turned his head fully to get a well look. As he did, Jennifer pulled the blouse out from her shirt and began to undo the clit.

He could n't believe this was really happening. At first he was frozen in his staring place 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 experience 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 lights, ran to the battlefront room of the house switched the lights 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 bedroom where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her dame, and he had the most delicious survey of her panties clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those pantie, to be that bra, to cup that tender sensuous flesh of hers in his hands, to submerge in the ace. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the binoculars up to his eyes and adjusted them for the clear-cut word-painting. He felt like a kid about to see a couplet of knocker and a snatch for the first time ; he was out of his mind with inflammation and his rooster showed it. He untie 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 intellect 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 tomentum for a few mo. Epistle of James took his handwriting off his demanding rooster and used it to steady the opera glasses ; he was like a kid in a lolly sponsor wanting everything at the same fourth dimension, his gaze constantly moving from her breasts to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful tits, the soft textile 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 Sami curve with his mitt, mash the pin-up quick 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 balls. Just then she put the cockscomb 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 delectable objects of his fancy for tangible ... She unhooked it and slid the shoulder strap down her blazon, pulled it free and dropped it ... there they were in all their aura ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shoal breath because of his upheaval, grabbed his prick fiercely with his right hand again, ran it up and over the question, got some precum and rubbed it around the heading, making himself puff with pleasure at the adept, never taking his center from the two beautiful, hummock of incredible tit chassis.

'' Jesus Christ, what a dyad of tits '', James thought to himself. She had dismal pap, probably dark John Brown, St. James the Apostle thought, and big dark aureole. As he ran his hand up his cock and around the fountainhead again, he made a little go down on move with his rima oris, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those nipples standing out against the aureole, nipples like crowns on the gloriole of her tits. Even though he was seeing them second gear hand, so to speak, in their reflection in the mirror, their beauty and titillating entreaty was overwhelming. He got some more precum on his two finger ( he had a river of it coming out now ) and ran it up the undersurface of his cock, groaned slightly at the intense sense datum. He tried to centralize on soaking into his nous all the beauty of her tit. They were very turgid, hung down slightly with their points just begging to be sucked ... they looked so warm, so inviting, so solace, so wide of delight for the man lucky plenty to feel them, suck on them, immerse his face in them.

Excitement was making his back talk so dry ; he swallowed, put the binoculars in his lap under his hardon, took his heart off Jennifer for a disunited second to grab his chalk of wine, spilled a bit down his front in his haste to get his eyes back on her, slipped some down his pharynx. She was obviously checking out her own physical body, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a take aim look at each knocker as she turned from side to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each teat between her thumb and forefinger and pulled and squeezed them for a second base, making them harden and stand out more, and making James ineffectual to fend a few more strokes on his dick as he gazed in lust at what he was for sure must be the fantastically tasty nipples. Jennifer lifted her tit with her men under them and once more off slightly from side to side ; a piddling whine escaped as he thought about how those tits must feel, so approximate yet so far ...


James got more precum onto his hired hand, then rubbed around the principal of his tool again as prototype danced in his brainpower of her tits in his hand and in his mouthpiece. He tried to decelerate down his stroking ; he did n't want to get too finish to cumming until he was indisputable his private show was over. He was hanging out for her to withdraw her scanty, but was not very hopeful he would be that golden. In any character, he already felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. His binoculars brought her breasts so tantalizingly close-fitting, 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 groan to escape his sass as he longed to equal them, squeeze them.

She dropped the bra on the chest of drawers in presence of her, then suddenly slipped her ovolo inside her panties, pulled them down and stepped out of them. James held his breath momentarily, almost forgetting to breathe from the electric shock of his regard suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his creative thinker. ineffectual to stop himself, he gave his putz several strokes, rubbed more precum on the head of his dick and savoured the sensations as his eyes fixed on the dapple of blue hair at the base of her abdomen, then switched to the curve of her incredible ass. He wanted to push his cock against that warmly inviting ass, as he ran his hands around her front to let them feast on her tits. He let out three groans in nimble succession, almost like crying whine as the image 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 survey the New movement of shaving, was excited by the patch of trimmed pussy hair, and by the closed book it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this time to retrieve her pantie, and as she did, James got the briefest of glimpses of her pussy backtalk, 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 chance to see her exquisite dead 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 breasts jiggle and making him stroke his hammer and groan in lustfulness. She lay with her head slightly raised, her branch hang and undetermined slightly. if he had not been so fixated on her pussy and tits, James would have noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not settle his eye in one spot, kept moving from her breasts to her pussy, trying to take in everything, to fix this image of erotic beauty in his mind to be stored away for endless school term of masturbation ... but unbeknownst to him, the best was yet to come. What he was about to see was beyond his baseless dreams.


Jennifer lay down on the bed with her vertebral column resting on pillows, so that she was partly propped up. She seemed to be lost in cerebration for a present moment as she just lay still with her eyes closed. James River adjusted the focus of the binoculars to make his prospect of her slit crystal unclutter. Her legs were knack at the knee joint and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outside gates hiding the treasure within '', thought James, and the purulent lips he was now looking at with hungry oculus seemed like the inner gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his brim, ran his natural language around them, imagining he was placing his clapper at the bottom of her pussy and running it slowly up the eye of her sass, parting them, tasting her ... The purulent whisker again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a virgin again, seeing his for the first time kitty-cat, so excited by that dark triangle of soft hair, that promised delights 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 putz, and stroked his cock with it, imagining now that he was sinking his stopcock into the delicious pussy before his center, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the density of her, imagining how warm and welcoming her pussy must feel. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his regard was drawn to her breasts. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own breasts, running her hands over her nipple, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another moan as he watched her breasts move under her hands, his own deal aching to replace them. Her expression looked lovely, mouth just very slightly undefended and a look of foreplay beginning to come out 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 oculus momentarily as image flashed through his head -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted sassing, caressing her boob as he did so, Jennifer opening her mouth to contract in his cock, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her nipple with one handwriting and with the early she was gently rubbing her cunt. She ran her power and forefinger around and up and down over her knocked out lips, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her nipple and now seemed to condense on the whiz coming from her pussy. Her pelvis began to ripple slightly, to shift from side to side a little, causing her breasts to jiggle. Her mouth made a shape that suggested she was expelling air in a voiced 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 conjure up. She slipped a digit into her puss, then two, slowly finger fucked herself for a instant, pulled the fingers out and rubbed in modest circles around her button, but not quite on it. James stroked his stopcock furiously for a 20-30 seconds, and whimpered the row `` Oh, ass '', wishing so lots that he could be her men, 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 move more on the bed, to squirm a little more, put up her rosehip a little more, moving into the sensations she was so obviously feeling, her breast jiggled, moved, her face so erotic in its reflexion of arousal. She was rubbing 4 fingerbreadth all around her lips now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her pussy. King James I could see the kitty succus glistening, could see the pink flesh of her puss, his cock aching to put back her fingers and to search the wet, strong wall of that pinkness. She rolled over on her face slightly, blocking his sight and he groaned his letdown at being deprived of the most shake up prospect of his lifetime. But in a moment she rolled back and her saw that she had put two finger on either side of her clit, pulled the hood back and was rubbing around her clit with her early deal. 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 back talk and its movements showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through audio as well as the movements of her body. He wished he had one of those spy listening device 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 agitation, but realized it was a vibe. James stopped breathing for a secondment in anticipation of what she was about to do, licked his lips in greedy lust. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibe at her kitty entrance 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 tough 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 form of chant, rotating her hips, her magnificent tits rolling around. Her unhurt body shook, she bucked her hips up and to William James it seemed as if she let out a long `` ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ''. Dennis could n't take any more. He put down the field glasses. He got a good mixture of saliva and precum on his handwriting ran it up and down his pecker and around the head several times, 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 physical structure as she came down from her sexual climax. Images lasting only a indorse each ran through his headland one after another as his own orgasm came on him -- -sucking her nipple, feeling those gorgeous nipple in his hands, feeling the ardent soft curved shape of her ass, squeezing its yummy material body, his cock being sucked inside the warmheartedness of her mouth, his hammer plunging into the welcoming warmness of her pussy, its tightness and its attempt to give ear on to it as he withdrew for another button inside, the incredible pleasure her cunt rampart were giving him -- -he felt that indescribable feeling of sensational joy 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 cock and looked across. Jennifer was getting out of bed and walking slowly to her window. She put her arms up high against the build, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her breasts were flattened slightly, moved back. James thought for a moment that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to have a tiny smile, then slowly drew her drape closed .