It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the coolheaded souther modification came through about 10 o'clock that night it was a welcome relief for everyone. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling heat and humidness ; sweat ran down his back even though he had had a shower only a few second ago. When he heard the wind starting signal, he opened up the curtain to let in as much air as possible, just stood there in battlefront of the window and let the cool air revive him ... God, it felt so trade good after such a horrible day. He would have got gone out on the back verandah but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the strong wind might blow it right off of him. He closed his oculus and savoured the assuredness air flowing over him. As he turned to go and sit down he opened his heart, looked down and saw his neighbour, Jennifer, in her lounge room. Her house was built at the rump of a slight slope, whereas his was up on the unconditional or the higher ground, so that he looked down slightly into their waiting room room. He stopped and stared for a minute, found himself having nonsensical adolescent fantasy about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his oral sex and went back to his recliner armchair, picked up his methamphetamine of red and took a sip. The chill snap was still flowing in and he started feeling unspoilt.

He put his animal foot up, took another sip as his mind 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 tingle in his bollock 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 battlefront fixing up the garden and had seen him return from the gym wearing a Canadian tee shirt he had bought on a Holocene sojourn there. She had waved hi to him and come over to introduce herself ... just seeing her walk towards him made him aware how a lot he wanted to live her. Her breast swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent breasts that promised such affectionateness, comfort, sensuality, sense experience, delight. She asked him about his trip to Canada, told him her favourite writer was Margaret Atwood and James could n't believe his chance. His work was involved with literature, he had read 4-5 Atwood novels and enjoyed them, so that gave him a reason to lecture to her and something to talk about. He was quite shy around fair sex and normally found it very hard to preserve a conversation with a fair sex he did n't know. Over the last few months 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 require to rediscover some novels he had read years ago.

However, James II always ended up feeling like a bit of a phoney while talking to her. He had to force himself to look her in the center because if he did n't, his eyes would go straight to her breasts. The whole time he was talking to her about intellectual issue, all that was going through his psyche was how a lot he wished he could reach out and advert, feel, contract those keen breast, wondered what her tit looked like, her halo, pictured sucking on them. erstwhile she would bend down briefly to pick a sess from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering cleavage, with the teat just hidden from sentiment by her bra ; James would have to piece up her eyes with his as she stood up or he would have been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! trench chocolate-brown eyes with such a sparkle, the archetype 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 lips were so inviting. His middle would flick from her eyes to her lips, dying to just lean into her, to softly place his mouth on hers, gustatory perception them, feel the physique of them as their lips separated ... If only she knew the thoughts in his head. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale area of Toronto where Atwood lived and the naturalistic psychological science of protagonists, the whole time exposure of him making honey to her, fucking her, were racing through his head. This eve he had seen her arrive home and go out to the mailbox to pile up 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 finger that ass in his bridge player as he feasted on her brim ...

He shook his read/write head and took another sip of vino. 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 gracious bare breasts, or maybe a plump, curvy ass or two. As he took another sip, a easy flashed in the corner of his eye ; he turned his head and saw Jennifer enter her upstairs sleeping accommodation. Immediately his mind 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 thought process 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 in her drapery if she was going to strip down for bed, but she did n't. She stood in front of her mirror for a minute turning slightly from slope to side and looking. King James could n't aid himself and turned his head fully to get a beneficial look. As he did, Jennifer pulled the blouse out from her shirt and began to loosen the buttons.

He could n't believe this was really happening. At showtime he was frozen in his staring position 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 stimulate been mindful of his being there. He glanced over again and she was removing her blouse, standing there in her bra and doll. 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 early room, shutting the door behind him, so that no igniter was entering where he was. He then made his way as fast as he could in the wickedness to his sleeping accommodation where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her skirt, and he had the most delightful thought of her panties clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those panty, to be that bra, to cup that affectionate sensuous form of hers in his hands, to drown in the sensations. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the field glasses up to his eyes and adjusted them for the clearest mental picture. He felt like a kid about to see a dyad of boob and a kitty-cat for the first time ; he was out of his mind with excitement and his turncock showed it. He undid towel, let it fall, and with his free script, stroked his hardon. He thanked God for the hot day and the southerly, thinking that must be the reason 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 toilet table and began to sweep her hair for a few minutes. King James took his hand off his demanding hammer and used it to steady 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 pap, the soft fabric caressing them as he wished his bridge player 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 like curve with his hand, squeeze the endearing warm flesh. His paw dropped to his peter again, gave it a few to a greater extent stroke ; he ran his fingers 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 sec or two, then reached behind herself to unhook her bra. He held his hint, could n't trust he was actually going to see those scrumptious objects of his illusion for genuine ... She unhooked it and slid the straps down her subdivision, pulled it devoid and dropped it ... there they were in all their resplendency ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breath because of his excitement, grabbed his cock fiercely with his right hand again, ran it up and over the foreland, got some precum and rubbed it around the head, making himself gasp with pleasure at the sensation, never taking his eye from the two beautiful, hillock of incredible tit human body.

'' Jesus Christ, what a span of tits '', James IV thought to himself. She had dark nipples, probably drear brown, James II thought, and big wickedness nimbus. As he ran his hand up his cock and around the chief again, he made a niggling sucking motion with his mouth, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those nipples standing out against the glory, mammilla like crowns on the halo of her tits. Even though he was seeing them sec hand, so to speak, in their manifestation 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 acute sensation. He tried to decoct on soaking into his brain all the beaut of her titty. They were very large, hung down slightly with their tip just begging to be sucked ... they looked so affectionate, so inviting, so comforting, so full of joy for the man lucky enough to find them, suck on them, lay to rest his brass in them.

excitement was making his mouth so dry ; he swallowed, put the binoculars in his lap under his hardon, took his middle off Jennifer for a split second to catch his spyglass of wine, spilled a bit down his front man in his haste to get his heart back on her, slipped some down his throat. She was obviously checking out her own frame, turning sideways and looking in the mirror, giving him a unmediated look at each breast as she turned from face to side ... she faced the mirror again, took each nipple between her ovolo and forefinger and pulled and squeezed them for a second, making them harden and bear out more, and making James unable to resist a few more slash on his shaft as he gazed in lecherousness at what he was for certain must be the fantastically tasty mammilla. Jennifer lifted her mammilla with her bridge player under them and once more turned slightly from face to side ; a picayune whimper escaped as he thought about how those tits must finger, so virtually yet so far ...


Epistle of James got more precum onto his hired hand, then rubbed around the read/write head of his cock again as images danced in his brain of her tit in his hands and in his sass. He tried to slow down his stroke ; he did n't want to get too skinny to cumming until he was sure as shooting his buck private show was over. He was hanging out for her to remove her panties, but was not very hopeful he would be that prosperous. In any case, he already felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. His binoculars brought her breasts so tantalizingly close up, 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 plunk up her bra and as she did so her breast swung slightly, causing another groan to escape his rim as he longed to touch them, squeeze them.

She dropped the bra on the chest in front of her, then suddenly slipped her thumbs inside her pantie, pulled them down and stepped out of them. James held his breath momentarily, almost forgetting to breathe from the impact of his wish 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 turncock and savoured the sensations as his eyes fixed on the plot of ground of dark hair at the fundament of her abdomen, then switched to the curve of her incredible ass. He wanted to crowd his putz against that ardent inviting ass, as he ran his handwriting around her front to let them feast on her tits. He let out three moan in quick succession, almost like crying whimper as the image played in his mind while he played with his cock. He moved his optic back to her twat, was delighted to see she did n't stick to the modern trend of shaving, was excited by the patch of cut down pussy hair, and by the whodunit it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this time to recover her pantie, and as she did, Saint James got the briefest of glimpses of her pussy backtalk, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the spate of his vision. He thought his individual show was over, was thankful for having had the chance to see her exquisite consistency so erotically revealed to him, when she unexpectedly came back into his visual sense. She walked to her bed, put the pillows up and flopped down on her back, making her boob jiggle and making him stroke his cock and groan in lecherousness. She lay with her head slightly raised, her legs bent and open slightly. if he had not been so fixate on her pussy and mammilla, 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 kitty-cat, trying to take in everything, to fix this image of erotic beauty in his mind to be stored away for dateless academic term of masturbation ... but unbeknownst to him, the trump was yet to make out. What he was about to see was beyond his waste 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 mentation for a moment as she just lay still with her eyes closed. James adjusted the focus of the field glasses to make his view of her pussy crystal clear. Her legs were bent at the knee and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outside gate hiding the treasure within '', thought James, and the snatch lips he was now looking at with hungry eyes seemed like the internal gate to the ultimate pillage. He instinctively licked his lips, ran his tongue around them, imagining he was placing his natural language at the rump of her pussy and running it slowly up the midriff of her sass, parting them, tasting her ... The pussy fuzz again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a virgin again, seeing his first kitty, so excited by that dark triangle of soft pilus, 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 dick, and stroked his cock with it, imagining now that he was sinking his dick into the delicious pussy before his middle, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the niggardliness of her, imagining how strong and welcoming her snatch must sense. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her breasts. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own breasts, running her hired man over her pap, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another groan as he watched her chest move under her hands, his own manpower aching to replace them. Her aspect looked lovely, backtalk just very slightly open and a look of foreplay beginning to come out in her features. James got more saliva and precum in his paw, made a tunnel of his fist, kept it fixed, and moved his peter back and forth in its bag, closed his eyes momentarily as images flashed through his head -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her white meat as he did so, Jennifer opening her sassing to make in his cock, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her mamilla with one hand and with the early she was gently rubbing her pussy. She ran her exponent and forefinger around and up and down over her outer lips, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her pap and now seemed to concentrate on the sensations coming from her pussy. Her hips began to undulate slightly, to lurch from English 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 peak opening to display its beauty, Jennifer 's pussycat sassing parted slightly as they became more and more steamy. She slipped a finger into her pussy, then two, slowly fingerbreadth fucked herself for a minute, pulled the digit out and fray in small circle around her clit, but not quite on it. James stroked his cock furiously for a 20-30 irregular, and whimpered the words `` Oh, Fuck '', wishing so a good deal that he could be her hired man, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to hang on till the experience of his life-time was finished, wanting to cum when he saw her cum.

Jennifer began to move more on the bed, to worm a little more, raise her pelvic girdle a little more, moving into the sensations she was so obviously impression, her breasts jiggled, moved, her face so erotic in its reflexion of arousal. She was rubbing 4 fingers all around her mouth now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her pussy. St. James could see the puss succus glistening, could see the pink flesh of her pussy, his dick aching to supervene upon her digit and to explore the wet, warm paries of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side slightly, blocking his eyeshot and he groaned his letdown at being deprived of the most energise scene of his lifespan. But in a here and now 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 clitoris with her former hand. She was vision of erotic smasher, seemingly lost in lustfulness and transporting James to a level of lust he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The chassis of her mouth and its movements showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through strait as well as the movements of her body. He wished he had one of those spy listening gimmick to learn what must be sounds as beautiful as the sight of her cheek and her body.

Just then he noticed she reached for something beside her. He had not seen it before in his hullabaloo, but realized it was a vibe. James stopped breathing for a second in expectation of what she was about to do, licked his lips in greedy lustfulness. Jennifer pulled open her rim, placed the vibe at her cunt entering and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few strokes, them moved the vibration up and around her sassing and onto her clit. 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 hips, her splendid tits rolling around. Her completely 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 ingest any to a greater extent. He put down the binoculars. He got a good smorgasbord of spittle and precum on his hand ran it up and down his cock and around the point various times, then jerked his stopcock hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that fist, his eyes still taking in the smasher of Jennifer 's body as she came down from her climax. Images lasting only a second each ran through his headway one after another as his own climax came on him -- -sucking her nipples, feeling those gorgeous tits in his hands, feeling the warm soft curve of her ass, squeezing its scrumptious material body, his cock being sucked inside the warmth of her mouth, his cock plunging into the welcoming warmth of her twat, its tightness and its attempt to hang on to it as he withdrew for another push inside, the incredible joy her pussy bulwark were giving him -- -he felt that unspeakable feeling of sensational pleasure in his cock, the variety you get just before you cum, and then he came in wave after wafture of joy more intense than anything he had felt before.

He took a instant 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 anatomy, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her breasts were flattened slightly, moved back. James thought for a second that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to yield a lilliputian grinning, then slowly drew her pall closed .