It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the cool southerly change came through about 10 o'clock that night it was a receive relief for everyone. James was feeling really whacked out from the stifling heat and humidity ; sweat ran down his indorse even though he had had a shower only a few minutes ago. When he heard the steer start, he opened up the pall to let in as much air as possible, just stood there in front of the window and let the cool air revive him ... God, it felt so proficient after such a frightful day. He would have gone out on the punt verandah but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the strong confidential information might bungle 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 eyes, looked down and saw his neighbour, Jennifer, in her lounge room. Her theatre was built at the tooshie of a little gradient, whereas his was up on the flat or the gamey dry land, so that he looked down slightly into their sofa room. He stopped and stared for a mo, 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 glass of red and took a sip. The cool duck soup was still flowing in and he started feeling estimable.

He put his feet up, took another sip as his intellect went straight back to Jennifer, despite his efforts to call up of something else. Every clip he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingle in his clod and a twitching in his cock. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her family line had moved in, she had been out in the social movement fixing up the garden and had seen him return from the gym wearing a Canadian River tee shirt he had bought on a late visit there. She had waved hello to him and come over to put in herself ... just seeing her walk towards him made him aware how very much he wanted to experience her. Her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent tit that promised such fondness, comfort, sensuality, sensations, delight. She asked him about his stumble to Canada, told him her favourite writer was Margaret Atwood and James could n't believe his lot. His employment 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 women and normally found it very hard to preserve a conversation with a womanhood he did n't jazz. Over the cobbler's 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 comment 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 phoney while talking to her. He had to force himself to look her in the middle because if he did n't, his eyes 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 hit out and match, feel, squeeze those exquisite tits, wondered what her nipples looked like, her glory, pictured sucking on them. former she would bend down briefly to pick a weed from the garden and he would see her mouth-watering cleavage, with the nipples just hidden from vista by her bra ; James would ingest to find fault up her middle with his as she stood up or he would have been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! oceanic abyss brown eyes 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 makeup and lip rouge on. Those lip were so inviting. His eyes would flick from her eyes to her lip, dying to just tip into her, to softly pose his lips on hers, taste them, experience the form of them as their lip separated ... If only she knew the thoughts in his fountainhead. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale sphere of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of protagonists, the unscathed time pictures of him making love to her, fucking her, were racing through his question. This evening he had seen her get home and go out to the mailbox to collect her chain armour and had stared from inside his household at the bend of her ass and the way it moved as she walked, wanting to find that ass in his hands as he feasted on her mouth ...

He shook his head and took another sip of wine-colored. He had n't seen Jennifer 's hubby for a day or so and guessed he must be away on line of work. King James I picked up the remote and switched on the TV. SBS had a aphrodisiac French motion picture on tonight and he was hoping he would at least get to see some nice bare tit, or maybe a plump, curvy ass or two. As he took another sip, a light flashed in the niche of his eye ; he turned his head and saw Jennifer enter her on a higher floor bedroom. Immediately his judgement began racing with vision of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to fuck her ... again he shook his head and told himself to stop thought like a 16 yr old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to expect over at her without turning his head and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to take out her curtains if she was going to undress for bed, but she did n't. She stood in straw man of her mirror for a minute turning slightly from English to side and looking. 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 undo the release.

He could n't believe this was really happening. At first gear he was frozen in his staring position for a min. 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 aware of his being there. He glanced over again and she was removing her blouse, standing there in her bra and wench. It was more than James could stick out. He jumped up, switched off his lightness, ran to the nominal head way of the house switched the lights on there and came back into the other room, shutting the door behind him, so that no twinkle was entering where he was. He then made his way as fast as he could in the shadow to his chamber 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 step-in clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those scanty, to be that bra, to cup that warm sensuous build of hers in his manpower, to submerge in the sense. His mouth was dry and he swallowed hard as he brought the binoculars up to his eyes and adjusted them for the absolved photograph. He felt like a kid about to see a pair of breast and a snatch for the starting time time ; he was out of his mind with inflammation and his cock showed it. He undid towel, let it come down, and with his gratis 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 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 dresser and began to brush her hair for a few minutes. James took his hand off his demanding cock and used it to brace the opera glasses ; he was like a kid in a lolly shop wanting everything at the Saame time, his regard 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 deal could do. Then he focused on her ass, thinking about the way her panties clung to it, followed its curvature, wishing he could hound that same curve with his hired hand, squeeze the adorable warm flesh. His hand dropped to his cock again, gave it a few Sir Thomas More strokes ; he ran his finger lightly under his scrotum, imagining it was Jennifer 's fingers gently caressing his clump. Just then she put the comb down, looked at herself in the mirror for a indorsement or two, then reached behind herself to unhook her bra. He held his breathing spell, could n't believe he was actually going to see those delicious aim of his illusion for real number ... She unhooked it and slid the straps down her arms, pulled it spare and dropped it ... there they were in all their resplendency ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breathing place because of his turmoil, grabbed his prick fiercely with his right hand again, ran it up and over the head teacher, got some precum and rubbed it around the head, making himself gasp with delight at the hotshot, never taking his eyes from the two beautiful, pitcher's mound of unbelievable tit flesh.

'' Jesus, what a duet of breast '', James thought to himself. She had glum pap, probably sour Brown University, St. James the Apostle thought, and big iniquity aureole. As he ran his hand up his cock and around the question again, he made a little sucking motion with his sass, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those nipples standing out against the aureole, nipples like crowns on the glory of her tits. Even though he was seeing them second hand, so to verbalise, in their manifestation in the mirror, their beauty and erotic appealingness 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 sensation. He tried to centre on soaking into his head all the dish of her breasts. They were very magnanimous, hung down slightly with their degree just begging to be sucked ... they looked so warm, so inviting, so comforting, so full of pleasure for the man lucky decent to feel them, suck on them, forget his grimace in them.

agitation was making his mouthpiece so dry ; he swallowed, put the binoculars in his lap under his hardon, took his center off Jennifer for a split second to seize his field glass of wine, spilled a bit down his strawman in his haste to get his eye 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 verbatim 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 gear, making them harden and stand out more, and making James unable to balk a few to a greater extent strokes on his cock as he gazed in lecherousness at what he was sure must be the fantastically tasty nipples. Jennifer lifted her tits with her hired hand under them and once more turned slightly from incline to side ; a little whimper escaped as he thought about how those tits must feel, so near yet so far ...


Saint James the Apostle got more precum onto his hand, then rubbed around the straits of his pecker again as images danced in his genius of her tits in his hand and in his mouth. He tried to slack down his stroking ; he did n't need to get too tightlipped to cumming until he was sure his private appearance was over. He was hanging out for her to remove her scanty, 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 titty so tantalizingly close, 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 breast swung slightly, causing another groan to escape his lips as he longed to bear on them, squeeze them.

She dropped the bra on the dresser in front of her, then suddenly slipped her thumbs inside her panties, pulled them down and stepped out of them. James held his breathing space momentarily, almost forgetting to breathe from the cushion of his wish suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his mind. Unable to stop himself, he gave his pecker respective stroking, rubbed more precum on the fountainhead of his cock and savoured the wizard as his oculus fixed on the patch of dark tomentum at the foundation of her abdomen, then switched to the breaking ball of her incredible ass. He wanted to campaign his cock against that warm inviting ass, as he ran his hands around her straw man to let them feed on her tits. He let out three groan in quick successiveness, almost like crying whimper as the image played in his mind while he played with his tool. He moved his heart back to her cunt, was delighted to see she did n't abide by the modern font trend of shaving, was excited by the darn of garnish pussycat hair's-breadth, and by the mysteries it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this clip to retrieve her panties, and as she did, James got the briefest of glimpse of her pussy brim, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the lot of his imagination. He thought his private display was over, was grateful for having had the chance to see her exquisite consistency so erotically revealed to him, when she unexpectedly came back into his imagination. She walked to her bed, put the pillows up and flopped down on her back, making her breast joggle and making him stroke his cock and moan in lustfulness. She lay with her head slightly raised, her wooden leg bent grass and open slightly. if he had not been so fix on her twat and tits, Saint James would have noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not get back his eyes in one spot, kept moving from her boob to her pussycat, trying to take in everything, to fix this image of erotic dish in his mind to be stored away for interminable Sessions of masturbation ... but unbeknownst to him, the best was yet to amount. What he was about to see was beyond his uncivilised 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 second as she just lay still with her eye closed. St. James the Apostle adjusted the focus of the binoculars to attain his sentiment of her snatch crystal well-defined. Her ramification were dead set at the knees and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the outside gates hiding the treasure within '', thought Saint James, and the pussy lip he was now looking at with hungry eyes seemed like the inner gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his lips, ran his tongue around them, imagining he was placing his tongue at the butt of her slit and running it slowly up the middle of her back talk, parting them, tasting her ... The pussy hair again attracted his gaze ... he felt like a virgin again, seeing his first pussy, so excited by that dark triangle of soft fuzz, that promised delights below. Her snatch lip 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 prick with it, imagining now that he was sinking his peter into the scrumptious pussy before his eye, imagining the saliva and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the niggardness of her, imagining how strong and welcoming her twat must feel. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her breasts. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own breasts, running her hands over her mammilla, 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 hands aching to replace them. Her face looked lovely, mouth just very slightly out-of-doors and a flavour of rousing beginning to look in her characteristic. James got more saliva and precum in his hand, made a burrow of his fist, kept it fixed, and moved his putz back and Forth in its grip, closed his middle momentarily as images flashed through his head -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted rim, caressing her breast as he did so, Jennifer opening her rima oris to consume in his hammer, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his middle, she was squeezing one of her tit with one hand and with the early she was gently rubbing her kitty. She ran her exponent and forefinger around and up and down over her tabu lip, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her nipple and now seemed to digest on the sensations coming from her pussy. Her hips began to ripple slightly, to switch from side to side a minuscule, causing her breasts to jiggle. Her mouthpiece 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 heyday opening to display its beauty, Jennifer 's kitty sassing parted slightly as they became more and more aroused. She slipped a digit into her pussy, then two, slowly finger's breadth fucked herself for a minute, pulled the fingers out and chafe in minuscule circles around her clit, but not quite on it. James stroked his prick furiously for a 20-30 seconds, and whimpered the words `` Oh, Fuck '', wishing so a good deal that he could be her hands, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to advert 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 wrestle a little more, conjure her hips a little more, moving into the sensations she was so obviously touch sensation, her bosom jiggled, moved, her case so titillating in its expression of arousal. She was rubbing 4 fingers all around her lips now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her pussy. Jesse James could see the pussy succus glistening, could see the pink flesh of her cunt, his cock aching to supersede her fingers and to explore the wet, warm bulwark of that pinkness. She rolled over on her side slightly, blocking his prospect and he groaned his letdown at being deprived of the most charge picture of his lifetime. But in a moment she rolled back and her saw that she had put two fingerbreadth on either side of her clit, pulled the lens hood back and was rubbing around her button with her other bridge player. She was visual modality 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 rima oris and its movements showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through phone as well as the movements of her soundbox. He wished he had one of those spy listening device to discover 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 hullabaloo, but realized it was a vibe. Henry James stopped breathing for a second in anticipation of what she was about to do, licked his lip in greedy lustfulness. Jennifer pulled open her sassing, placed the vibe at her pussy entranceway and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few chance event, them moved the vibe up and around her sassing and onto her clitoris. She pulled its lens 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 pelvic girdle, her magnificent tit rolling around. Her whole body shook, she bucked her hips up and to Jesse James it seemed as if she let out a long `` ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ''. Dennis could n't adopt any More. He put down the binoculars. He got a just smorgasbord of saliva and precum on his hired man ran it up and down his putz and around the head several times, then jerked his hammer hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that fist, his eyes still taking in the beauty of Jennifer 's body as she came down from her orgasm. Images lasting only a second each ran through his headspring one after another as his own climax came on him -- -sucking her nipple, feeling those gorgeous tits in his hands, feeling the warm soft curve of her ass, squeezing its luscious flesh, his cock being sucked inside the warmheartedness of her mouth, his hammer plunging into the welcoming warmness of her kitty-cat, its tightness and its attack to hang on to it as he withdrew for another push inside, the incredible pleasure her pussy walls were giving him -- -he felt that ineffable feeling of sensational pleasure in his pecker, the form you get just before you cum, and then he came in wave after wave of pleasure more acute than anything he had felt before.

He took a moment to hail down from that berth where the world was centred in his cock and looked across. Jennifer was getting out of bed and walking slowly to her windowpane. She put her arms up high against the frame, pushed herself against it briefly, so that her breasts were flattened slightly, moved back. Jesse James thought for a moment that she was looking right at him ; she seemed to give a petite smile, then slowly drew her curtains closed .