It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool south wind change came through about 10 o'clock that dark it was a welcome relief for everyone. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling heat and humidity ; sweat ran down his back even though he had had a shower only a few minutes ago. When he heard the scent scratch line, he opened up the drape to let in as much air as potential, just stood there in front of the windowpane and let the cool air revive him ... God, it felt so good after such a horrible day. He would suffer gone out on the back verandah but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the strong fart might blow it right off of him. He closed his eyes and savoured the nerveless 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 elbow room. Her house was built at the bottom of a slight slope, whereas his was up on the mat or the higher terra firma, so that he looked down slightly into their lounge room. He stopped and stared for a arcminute, found himself having ridiculous adolescent fantasies about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his promontory and went back to his recliner armchair, picked up his looking glass of red and took a sip. The aplomb breeze was still flowing in and he started feeling good.

He put his feet up, took another sip as his head 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 balls and a twitching in his cock. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her kinsperson 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 River t-shirt he had bought on a late visit there. She had waved hello to him and hail over to introduce herself ... just seeing her walk towards him made him aware how much he wanted to fuck her. Her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent breasts that promised such passion, comforter, sensuality, sensations, pleasure. She asked him about his slip to Canada, told him her ducky writer was Margaret Atwood and James could n't believe his luck. His work was involved with literature, he had read 4-5 Atwood novels and enjoyed them, so that gave him a cause to lecture to her and something to talk about. He was quite shy around cleaning lady and normally found it very hard to hold a conversation with a woman he did n't be intimate. Over the final stage few calendar month they had discussed respective 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 desire to rediscover some novels he had read years ago.

However, Saint James the Apostle always ended up feeling like a bit of a hypocrite while talking to her. He had to pressure himself to look her in the eyes because if he did n't, his centre would go straight to her breasts. The whole time he was talking to her about intellectual topics, all that was going through his mind was how much he wished he could reach out and touch, sense, squeeze those recherche tits, wondered what her nipple looked like, her aureoles, pictured sucking on them. Sometime she would bend down briefly to pick a weed from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering segmentation, with the pap just hidden from view by her bra ; Jesse James would give to pick up her eyes with his as she stood up or he would have been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! oceanic abyss Brown University eyes with such a sparkle, the original Brown-Eyed Girl. The banality about drowning in her center 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 flick from her eyes to her lips, dying to just lean into her, to softly identify his back talk on hers, taste them, palpate the physique of them as their lips separated ... If only she knew the thoughts in his pass. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale area of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of friend, the whole metre pictures of him making beloved to her, fucking her, were racing through his head. This evening he had seen her get in home and go out to the mailbox to amass her post and had stared from inside his planetary house at the curve of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to feel that ass in his custody as he feasted on her rim ...

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 organization. King James I 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 courteous bare chest, 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 pass and saw Jennifer enter her on a higher floor bedroom. Immediately his intellect began racing with sight of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to have intercourse her ... again he shook his school principal 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 mind and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to draw her curtains if she was going to undress for bed, but she did n't. She stood in front of her mirror for a minute turning slightly from side to side and looking. St. James could n't help himself and turned his top dog fully to get a good feel. As he did, Jennifer pulled the blouse out from her shirt and began to undo the release.

He could n't trust this was really happening. At first he was frozen in his staring situation 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 give been cognisant of his being there. He glanced over again and she was removing her blouse, standing there in her bra and bird. It was more than James could stand. He jumped up, switched off his lights, ran to the front room of the house switched the lights on there and came back into the other room, shutting the door behind him, so that no luminance was entering where he was. He then made his way as fast as he could in the darkness to his bedroom 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 panties clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those panties, to be that bra, to cup that affectionate sensuous flesh of hers in his deal, to drown in the sensations. His backtalk was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the binoculars up to his oculus and adjusted them for the clearest picture. He felt like a kid about to see a distich of white meat and a pussy for the first time ; he was out of his mind with excitement and his dick showed it. He undo towel, let it fall, and with his free mitt, stroked his hardon. He thanked God for the hot day and the southerly, thinking that must be the reason Jennifer had not closed her curtain and that she had simply forgotten that he could see right into her bedroom from his house.


Jennifer reached out and picked up a combing from the toilet table and began to brush her whisker for a few minutes. Saint James took his script off his demanding cock and used it to steady the binoculars ; he was like a kid in a lolly snitch wanting everything at the same time, his gaze constantly moving from her bosom to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful teat, 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 breaking ball, wishing he could trace that Same curve with his hand, squeeze the lovely warm physical body. His manus dropped to his cock again, gave it a few more chance event ; he ran his fingers lightly under his scrotum, imagining it was Jennifer 's finger 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 breather, could n't conceive he was actually going to see those delicious objects of his fantasies for real ... She unhooked it and slid the strap down her weapon system, pulled it free and dropped it ... there they were in all their halo ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breath because of his exhilaration, grabbed his cock fiercely with his right hired man again, ran it up and over the head, got some precum and rubbed it around the head, making himself gasp with pleasure at the sense datum, never taking his heart from the two beautiful, mounds of incredible tit flesh.

'' Jesus, what a pair of titmouse '', James thought to himself. She had obscure nipples, probably dark brown, St. James thought, and big dark aureole. As he ran his manus up his shaft and around the nous again, he made a fiddling sucking motion with his backtalk, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those nipples standing out against the glory, nipples like crest on the resplendency of her titmouse. Even though he was seeing them second hired hand, so to speak, in their reflection in the mirror, their ravisher 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 intense sense. He tried to reduce on soaking into his brain all the beauty of her breasts. They were very large, hung down slightly with their points just begging to be sucked ... they looked so warm, so inviting, so comforting, so good of delight for the man lucky enough to sense them, suck on them, inter his face in them.

fervor was making his mouth so dry ; he swallowed, put the opera glasses in his lap under his hardon, took his optic off Jennifer for a split instant 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 pharynx. She was obviously checking out her own figure, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a direct look at each breast as she turned from side to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each tit between her thumb and forefinger and pulled and squeezed them for a second, making them season and put up out more, and making Epistle of James unable to resist a few more strokes on his cock as he gazed in lust at what he was sure must be the fantastically tasty mamilla. Jennifer lifted her tits with her workforce under them and once more turned slightly from side to side ; a small whimper escaped as he thought about how those nipple must sense, so nigh yet so far ...


King James I got more precum onto his hand, then rubbed around the fountainhead of his cock again as effigy danced in his nous of her tit in his paw and in his backtalk. He tried to slow down his stroke ; he did n't require to get too cheeseparing to cumming until he was sure as shooting his private show was over. He was hanging out for her to bump off her step-in, but was not very hopeful he would be that lucky. In any lawsuit, he already felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. His binoculars brought her breast so tantalizingly close, made them seem so near, just out of compass, so suckable, so breathtakingly large and beautiful and made for caressing. Jennifer bent down briefly to find fault up her bra and as she did so her breast swung slightly, causing another groan to escape his back talk as he longed to touch them, shove them.

She dropped the bra on the chest of drawers in front of her, then suddenly slipped her thumbs inside her panties, pulled them down and stepped out of them. St. James the Apostle held his breath momentarily, almost forgetting to emit from the blow of his care suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his mind. Unable to stop himself, he gave his hammer various cam stroke, rubbed more precum on the head of his shaft and savoured the sensations as his eyes fixed on the dapple of dark hair at the theme of her abdomen, then switched to the curve of her incredible ass. He wanted to push his cock against that strong inviting ass, as he ran his paw around her front to let them feast on her pap. He let out three groans in quick chronological sequence, almost like crying whimpers as the epitome played in his mind while he played with his peter. He moved his heart back to her pussy, was delighted to see she did n't follow the modern drift of shaving, was excited by the patch of pare kitty hair, and by the mystery it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this time to retrieve her step-in, and as she did, James got the briefest of glance of her pussy lips, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the sight of his imaginativeness. He thought his private display was over, was grateful for having had the prospect to see her keen 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 white meat joggle and making him stroke his cock and moan in lust. She lay with her principal slightly raised, her legs bent and open slightly. if he had not been so fixated on her puss and tits, James would have noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not settle his middle in one spot, kept moving from her knocker to her twat, trying to take in everything, to fix this image of erotic beauty in his mind to be stored away for sempiternal school term of masturbation ... but unbeknown to him, the honest was yet to occur. What he was about to see was beyond his wildest 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 thought for a moment as she just lay still with her eyes closed. William James adjusted the focus of the field glasses to seduce his view of her pussy crystal clear. Her legs were bent at the knees and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outside Bill Gates hiding the treasure within '', thought James, and the twat back talk he was now looking at with hungry eyes seemed like the inner gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his lips, ran his knife around them, imagining he was placing his tongue at the behind of her slit and running it slowly up the centre of her mouth, parting them, tasting her ... The slit pilus again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a virgin again, seeing his first pussy, so excited by that dark trilateral of lenient pilus, that promised delights below. Her pussy rim 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 hammer with it, imagining now that he was sinking his pecker into the delicious snatch before his eyes, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his clenched fist as the tightness of her, imagining how lovesome and welcoming her pussy must finger. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her boob. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own breasts, running her hired hand over her pap, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another groan as he watched her boob move under her hands, his own manus aching to supersede them. Her font looked lovely, back talk just very slightly spread and a aspect of arousal beginning to appear in her feature of speech. James got more saliva and precum in his hand, made a tunnel of his clenched fist, kept it fixed, and moved his shaft back and forth in its clasp, closed his heart momentarily as prototype flashed through his head -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted rim, caressing her breast as he did so, Jennifer opening her sass to claim in his cock, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her nipple with one bridge player and with the other she was gently rubbing her pussy. She ran her index and forefinger around and up and down over her out rim, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her teat and now seemed to concentrate on the sense coming from her puss. Her hips began to undulate slightly, to shift from incline to side a little, causing her knocker 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 to expose its smasher, Jennifer 's kitty backtalk parted slightly as they became more and more wake up. She slipped a finger into her pussy, then two, slowly digit fucked herself for a second, pulled the fingers out and rub in little lap around her clit, but not quite on it. Jesse James stroked his rooster furiously for a 20-30 second, and whimpered the Book `` Oh, Fuck '', wishing so often that he could be her hired 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 strike more on the bed, to worm a little more, raise her pelvic girdle a little more, moving into the sensations she was so obviously feeling, her breasts jiggled, moved, her expression so erotic in its verbal expression of arousal. She was rubbing 4 fingers all around her lips now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her pussy. Saint James could see the pussy juice glistening, could see the pink pulp of her pussy, his peter aching to replace her digit and to explore the wet, warm walls of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side slightly, blocking his purview and he groaned his disappointment at being deprived of the most exciting scene of his life-time. But in a bit she rolled back and her saw that she had put two fingers on either side of her clitoris, pulled the hood back and was rubbing around her clit with her other hired man. She was imaginativeness of erotic beauty, seemingly lost in lust and transporting James to a story of lust he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The bod of her mouth and its movements showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through sound as well as the drive of her body. He wished he had one of those spy listening gimmick 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 inflammation, but realized it was a vibe. James stopped breathing for a indorse in anticipation of what she was about to do, thrash his mouth in greedy lust. Jennifer pulled open her lips, placed the vibe at her cunt entry 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 exhaust 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 form of chant, rotating her hips, her magnificent tits rolling around. Her solid consistency shook, she bucked her hips up and to James I it seemed as if she let out a long `` ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ''. Dennis could n't take any Thomas More. He put down the field glasses. He got a unspoilt potpourri of saliva and precum on his hand ran it up and down his cock and around the 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 stunner of Jennifer 's body as she came down from her orgasm. Images lasting only a secondment each ran through his head one after another as his own climax came on him -- -sucking her tit, feeling those gorgeous tits in his hands, feeling the warm diffused curve of her ass, squeezing its pleasant-tasting flesh, his cock being sucked inside the warmth of her lip, his cock plunging into the welcoming warmth of her pussy, its tightness and its effort to pay heed on to it as he withdrew for another push inside, the unbelievable pleasure her pussy walls were giving him -- -he felt that indescribable notion of sensational joy in his cock, the form you get just before you cum, and then he came in wave after Wave of pleasance more intense than anything he had felt before.

He took a moment to issue forth down from that property where the world was centred in his stopcock 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. Saint James thought for a instant that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to give a tiny smiling, then slowly drew her curtains closed .