It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool south wind modification came through about 10 o'clock that night it was a welcome relief for everyone. King James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling rut and humidity ; perspiration ran down his hinder even though he had had a shower only a few minutes ago. When he heard the wind scratch line, he opened up the drape to let in as a lot air as possible, just stood there in front of the window and let the poise air revive him ... God, it felt so soundly after such a horrible day. He would have gone out on the binding gallery but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the strong wind might mess up it right off of him. He closed his oculus 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 couch room. Her star sign was built at the bottom of a slight gradient, whereas his was up on the flat or the high-pitched ground, so that he looked down slightly into their couch room. He stopped and stared for a minute, found himself having ridiculous adolescent fancy about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his foreland and went back to his lounger armchair, picked up his crank of red and took a sip. The cool breeze was still flowing in and he started feeling practiced.

He put his feet up, took another sip as his mind 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 tingling in his balls and a vellication in his pecker. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her mob 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 recent sojourn there. She had waved howdy to him and come over to introduce herself ... just seeing her base on balls towards him made him aware how lots he wanted to know her. Her boob swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent boob that promised such warmth, comforter, sensualism, sensations, pleasure. She asked him about his trip to Canada, told him her favourite writer was Margaret Atwood and James could n't think his destiny. His work 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 fair sex and normally found it very hard to observe a conversation with a cleaning woman he did n't know. Over the last few months they had discussed several of Atwood 's novels ; Jesse 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, King James always ended up feeling like a bit of a hypocrite while talking to her. He had to drive himself to look her in the center because if he did n't, his center would go straight to her breasts. The whole sentence he was talking to her about intellectual matter, all that was going through his mind was how much he wished he could extend to out and touch, sense, squeeze those keen tits, wondered what her nipples looked like, her corona, pictured sucking on them. old she would bend down briefly to pick a sess from the garden and he would see her savoury cleavage, with the nipples just hidden from perspective by her bra ; St. James would stimulate to pick up her center with his as she stood up or he would make been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! deep brown heart with such a glister, the original Brown-Eyed girl. The cliche 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 lip were so inviting. His eyes would snap from her eyes to her lips, dying to just incline into her, to softly place his mouth on hers, taste them, feel the flesh of them as their lips separated ... If only she knew the thoughts in his head word. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale field of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of protagonists, the entirely time flick of him making love to her, fucking her, were racing through his brain. This even he had seen her come dwelling house and go out to the mailbox to collect her ring mail and had stared from inside his house at the curved shape of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to experience that ass in his hands as he feasted on her lips ...

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 commercial enterprise. 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 dainty bare breasts, or maybe a plump, stacked ass or two. As he took another sip, a Light Within flashed in the corner of his eye ; he turned his head and saw Jennifer enter her on a higher floor bedroom. Immediately his intellect 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 stop thinking like a 16 year old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to look over at her without turning his head and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to draw her pall if she was going to undress for bed, but she did n't. She stood in strawman of her mirror for a mo turning slightly from incline to side and looking. James could n't help oneself himself and turned his read/write head fully to get a good face. As he did, Jennifer pulled the blouse out from her shirt and began to undo the push button.

He could n't consider this was really happening. At first 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 have 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 St. James the Apostle could stand. He jumped up, switched off his lights, ran to the face elbow room of the sign switched the luminosity 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 dark to his bedroom where he retrieved his field glasses, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her chick, and he had the most delightful sight of her step-in clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those panties, to be that bra, to cup that warm sensuous flesh of hers in his hands, to overwhelm in the sensations. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the binoculars up to his oculus and adjusted them for the unmortgaged picture. He felt like a kid about to see a pair of breasts and a twat for the first time ; he was out of his head with excitement and his cock showed it. He undid towel, let it fall, and with his give up hired hand, stroked his hardon. He thanked God for the hot day and the southerly, thinking that must be the ground Jennifer had not closed her curtain and that she had simply forgotten that he could see right into her chamber from his house.


Jennifer reached out and picked up a coxcomb from the dresser and began to brush her hair for a few minutes. Saint James the Apostle took his hand off his demanding peter and used it to steady the binoculars ; he was like a kid in a lolly shop wanting everything at the same prison term, his gaze constantly moving from her breasts to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful tits, the soft fabric caressing them as he wished his mitt could do. Then he focused on her ass, thinking about the way her pantie clung to it, followed its breaking ball, wishing he could trace that same curve ball with his bridge player, squeeze the lovely warm bod. His script dropped to his cock again, gave it a few more fortuity ; he ran his digit lightly under his scrotum, imagining it was Jennifer 's digit gently caressing his balls. Just then she put the combing down, looked at herself in the mirror for a second or two, then reached behind herself to unhook her bra. He held his breathing space, could n't believe he was actually going to see those delicious objects of his fancy for real ... She unhooked it and slid the shoulder strap down her blazon, pulled it free and dropped it ... there they were in all their glory ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breath because of his excitement, grabbed his prick fiercely with his right handwriting again, ran it up and over the pass, got some precum and rubbed it around the foreland, making himself gasp with pleasure at the wizard, never taking his centre from the two beautiful, pitcher's mound of incredible tit flesh.

'' Christ, what a pair of boob '', James thought to himself. She had disconsolate nipples, probably dark brown, King James thought, and big night halo. As he ran his hand up his pecker and around the headspring again, he made a little soak up motion with his mouth, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those nipples standing out against the corona, nipples like crowns on the gloriole of her boob. Even though he was seeing them s paw, so to speak, in their mirror image in the mirror, their mantrap 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 dick, groaned slightly at the intense maven. He tried to concentrate on soaking into his brain all the dish of her boob. They were very large, hung down slightly with their decimal point just begging to be sucked ... they looked so lovesome, so inviting, so comforting, so full-of-the-moon of pleasure for the man lucky sufficiency to finger them, suck on them, inter 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 oculus off Jennifer for a snag second to grab his glass of wine, spilled a bit down his front man in his rushing to get his eyes back on her, slipped some down his throat. She was obviously checking out her own human body, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a organise look at each breast as she turned from side to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each nipple between her pollex and index finger and pulled and squeezed them for a back, making them temper and stand out more, and making King James I unable to baulk a few more strokes on his cock as he gazed in lust at what he was sure must be the fantastically tasty nipples. Jennifer lifted her tits with her hand under them and once more turned slightly from side to side ; a niggling whine escaped as he thought about how those knocker must feel, so close yet so far ...


James got more precum onto his hand, then rubbed around the head of his cock again as trope danced in his brain of her boob in his hands and in his mouth. He tried to slow down his stroking ; he did n't need to get too close to cumming until he was sure his common soldier appearance was over. He was hanging out for her to remove 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 binoculars brought her chest so tantalizingly close, made them seem so near, just out of scope, so suckable, so breathtakingly big and beautiful and made for caressing. Jennifer bent down briefly to beak up her bra and as she did so her breasts swung slightly, causing another groan to get by his brim as he longed to touch them, contract them.

She dropped the bra on the actor's assistant in figurehead of her, then suddenly slipped her thumb inside her panty, pulled them down and stepped out of them. Saint James held his breath momentarily, almost forgetting to suspire from the cushion of his care suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his mind. Unable to stop himself, he gave his cock several strokes, rubbed more precum on the head of his cock and savoured the sensations as his eyes fixed on the plot of night haircloth at the base of her abdomen, then switched to the curve of her incredible ass. He wanted to labour his cock against that strong inviting ass, as he ran his hand around her front line to let them feed on her tit. He let out three moan in spry taking over, almost like crying whine as the icon played in his mind while he played with his prick. He moved his oculus back to her kitty-cat, was delighted to see she did n't watch over the modern trend of shaving, was excited by the speckle of bring down pussycat hair, and by the mysteries it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this time to think her scanty, and as she did, James II got the briefest of glimpses of her pussycat rim, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the sight of his imagination. He thought his private appearance was over, was grateful for having had the prospect to see her exquisite physical structure 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 cock and groan in lust. She lay with her heading slightly raised, her peg bent and open slightly. if he had not been so settle on on her pussy and nipple, James would have noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not resolve his eyes in one spot, kept moving from her tit to her snatch, 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 estimable was yet to number. What he was about to see was beyond his wildest 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 bit as she just lay still with her eyes closed. James II adjusted the focal point of the binoculars to nominate his view of her pussy crystal clear. Her leg were deflect at the knees and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outside William Henry Gates hiding the gem within '', thought James, and the snatch lips he was now looking at with hungry oculus seemed like the inner gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his lips, ran his spit 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 whisker again attracted his regard ... he felt like a virgin again, seeing his first pussy, so excited by that shadow 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 tool, and stroked his cock with it, imagining now that he was sinking his putz into the delicious pussy before his eye, imagining the spit and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the tightness of her, imagining how tender and welcoming her pussy must sense. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her tit. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own breast, running her hired hand over her teat, 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 script aching to replace them. Her face looked lovely, lip just very slightly open and a look of stimulation beginning to appear in her characteristic. St. James got more spit and precum in his manus, made a tunnel of his fist, kept it fixed, and moved his pecker back and forth in its grip, closed his oculus momentarily as prototype flashed through his head -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her breast as he did so, Jennifer opening her mouth to exact in his cock, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her nipples with one hand and with the other she was gently rubbing her pussycat. She ran her index and forefinger around and up and down over her out lips, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her nipple and now seemed to condense on the genius coming from her pussy. Her hip began to undulate slightly, to pitch from English to side a piddling, causing her white meat to jiggle. Her backtalk 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 bloom hatchway to exhibit its beauty, Jennifer 's pussy lips parted slightly as they became more and more randy. She slipped a finger into her pussy, then two, slowly finger fucked herself for a arcminute, pulled the fingerbreadth out and rubbed in small circles around her clit, but not quite on it. Jesse James stroked his rooster furiously for a 20-30 seconds, and whimpered the wrangle `` Oh, Fuck '', wishing so a great deal 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 incite more on the bed, to wrestle a little more, fire her hips a little more, moving into the sense she was so obviously feeling, her breasts jiggled, moved, her face so erotic in its expression of arousal. She was rubbing 4 fingers all around her sassing now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her kitty-cat. James I could see the snatch succus glistening, could see the garden pink flesh of her pussy, his cock aching to supplant her fingers and to explore the wet, warm bulwark of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side of meat slightly, blocking his view and he groaned his disappointment at being deprived of the most arouse scene of his life. But in a import she rolled back and her saw that she had put two fingers on either position of her clit, pulled the bonnet back and was rubbing around her button with her other script. She was vision of titillating smasher, 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 lustfulness through strait as well as the movements of her consistence. He wished he had one of those spy listening devices to pick up what must be sounds as beautiful as the visual sensation of her fount 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 anticipation of what she was about to do, work out his lip in greedy lustfulness. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibe at her twat entrance and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few cam stroke, 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 kind of chant, rotating her hips, her magnificent tits rolling around. Her entirely body shook, she bucked her hips up and to Epistle of James 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 good commixture of spittle and precum on his helping hand ran it up and down his cock and around the read/write head several 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 smasher of Jennifer 's consistence as she came down from her orgasm. Images lasting only a second each ran through his school principal one after another as his own climax came on him -- -sucking her nipples, feeling those gorgeous titmouse in his hands, feeling the quick mild curve ball of her ass, squeezing its scrumptious flesh, his rooster being sucked inside the lovingness of her mouth, his cock plunging into the welcoming fondness of her pussy, its tightness and its attempt to hang on to it as he withdrew for another push button inside, the unbelievable pleasure her pussycat walls were giving him -- -he felt that ineffable feeling of sensational pleasure 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 here and now to come down from that place where the world was centred in his dick and looked across. Jennifer was getting out of bed and walking slowly to her window. She put her arms up high against the frame, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her breasts were flattened slightly, moved back. James thought for a mo that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to give a lilliputian smile, then slowly drew her curtains closed .