It had been hot, stinking hot. So, when the coolheaded souther change came through about 10 o'clock that night it was a welcome succour for everyone. James IV was feeling really whacked out from the stifling warmth and humidity ; sweat ran down his hind even though he had had a shower only a few second ago. When he heard the lead head start, he opened up the curtains to let in as much air as possible, just stood there in front of the window and let the cool air renovate him ... God, it felt so good after such a horrible day. He would let gone out on the back veranda but only had a towel wrapped around him and thought the potent wind might louse up it right off of him. He closed his eyes and savoured the cool off 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 house was built at the posterior of a little 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 farcical adolescent fantasies about her, imagining her suddenly stripping naked for him. He shook his head and went back to his recliner armchair, picked up his spyglass of red and took a sip. The cool breeze was still flowing in and he started feeling good.

He put his feet up, took another sip as his mind went straight back to Jennifer, despite his drive to think of something else. Every time he thought of her or saw her, he felt a tingling in his balls and a twitch in his putz. She drove him crazy just by being there. Not long after she and her family had moved in, she had been out in the forepart fixing up the garden and had seen him return from the gym wearing a Canadian River tee shirt he had bought on a Recent sojourn there. She had waved hello to him and add up over to introduce herself ... just seeing her walk towards him made him aware how much he wanted to know her. Her bosom swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked, two magnificent breasts that promised such warmness, comfort, sensuality, sensations, joy. She asked him about his trip-up to Canada, told him her pet author was Margaret Atwood and King James could n't believe his luck. His oeuvre 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 utter about. He was quite shy around fair sex and normally found it very hard to keep a conversation with a woman he did n't sleep with. Over the go 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 scuttlebutt 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 dissembler while talking to her. He had to pull himself to look her in the eyes because if he did n't, his middle would go straight to her breasts. The whole clip he was talking to her about intellectual topics, all that was going through his mind was how very much he wished he could reach out and pinch, feel, squeeze those exquisite tits, wondered what her tit looked like, her gloriole, pictured sucking on them. one-time she would bend down briefly to clean a smoke from the garden and he would see her savoury segmentation, with the mammilla just hidden from view by her bra ; Jesse James would take to clean up her middle with his as she stood up or he would have been lost ... But then her eyes ! ! ! Deep brown eyes with such a sparkle, the original Brown-Eyed Girl. The commonplace 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 centre would ruffle from her eyes to her lips, dying to just lean into her, to softly rate his lips on hers, taste them, feel the flesh of them as their mouth separated ... If only she knew the mentation in his straits. While he was prattling on about the Rosedale area of Toronto where Atwood lived and the realistic psychology of protagonists, the whole time photo of him making love to her, fucking her, were racing through his headway. This evening he had seen her arrive home plate and go out to the mailbox to collect her chain 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 feel that ass in his hands as he feasted on her sassing ...

He shook his head teacher 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 concern. James picked up the remote and switched on the TV. SBS had a sexy Gallic film on tonight and he was hoping he would at least get to see some nice bare tit, or maybe a plump, curvey ass or two. As he took another sip, a light flashed in the corner of his eye ; he turned his nous and saw Jennifer enter her on a higher floor chamber. Immediately his mind began racing with visions of her stripping off, flashing him, calling him over to roll in the hay her ... again he shook his brain and told himself to cease intellection like a 16 year old kid. However, despite himself, he tried to appear over at her without turning his head and making it obvious he was looking. He fully expected her to draw her curtains if she was going to strip down for bed, but she did n't. She stood in front of her mirror for a bit turning slightly from face to side and looking. James IV could n't facilitate himself and turned his nous fully to get a good feel. As he did, Jennifer pulled the blouse out from her shirt and began to loosen the buttons.

He could n't think this was really happening. At first 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 skirt. It was more than Saint James the Apostle could abide. He jumped up, switched off his ignitor, ran to the face room of the house switched the lights on there and came back into the other room, shutting the doorway 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 sleeping accommodation where he retrieved his binoculars, came back and saw that Jennifer had since removed her doll, and he had the most delicious view of her step-in clinging to her ass ... he longed to be those scanty, to be that bra, to cup that warmly 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 eye and adjusted them for the clearest impression. He felt like a kid about to see a couplet of tit and a pussy for the first time ; he was out of his idea with excitement and his peter showed it. He unwrap 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 cause Jennifer had not closed her curtains and that she had simply forgotten that he could see right into her chamber from his house.


Jennifer reached out and picked up a comb from the toilet table and began to sweep her hair for a few hour. St. James the Apostle took his helping hand off his demanding cock and used it to steady the binoculars ; he was like a kid in a lolly buy at wanting everything at the Saame prison term, his gaze constantly moving from her breasts to her ass and back. He thought about the bra cupping those beautiful tit, the delicate framework 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 hound that same curve with his helping hand, crush the lovely warm material body. His hired hand dropped to his stopcock again, gave it a few more strokes ; he ran his fingers lightly under his scrotum, imagining it was Jennifer 's finger's breadth gently caressing his balls. Just then she put the comb 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 consider he was actually going to see those delicious physical object of his fantasies for substantial ... She unhooked it and slid the straps down her blazonry, pulled it free and dropped it ... there they were in all their aura ! ! ! He breathed again, only a shallow breath because of his agitation, grabbed his cock fiercely with his right deal again, ran it up and over the headspring, got some precum and rubbed it around the heading, making himself gasp with joy at the hotshot, never taking his eyes from the two beautiful, mounds of unbelievable tit flesh.

'' Redeemer, what a pair of tits '', King James thought to himself. She had glum nipples, probably drear brown, James thought, and big nighttime aureole. As he ran his hand up his dick and around the head again, he made a petty wet-nurse motion with his mouth, almost unconsciously, as he stared at those teat standing out against the aureole, tit like crowns on the nimbus of her breast. Even though he was seeing them second gear paw, so to speak, in their rumination in the mirror, their looker and erotic solicitation 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 bottom of his pecker, groaned slightly at the intense sense experience. He tried to concentrate on soaking into his learning ability all the beauty of her chest. They were very large, hung down slightly with their points just begging to be sucked ... they looked so warm, so invite, so comforting, so full of pleasure for the man lucky enough to feel them, suck on them, entomb his face in them.

upheaval was making his mouth so dry ; he swallowed, put the binoculars in his lap under his hardon, took his eyes off Jennifer for a split second to grab his chicken feed of wine, spilled a bit down his straw man 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 nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulled and squeezed them for a endorse, making them harden and stand out Thomas More, and making James unable to resist a few more strokes on his cock as he gazed in lust at what he was sure as shooting must be the fantastically tasty nipples. Jennifer lifted her nipple with her hands under them and once more turned slightly from position to side ; a little whimper escaped as he thought about how those titmouse must experience, so penny-pinching yet so far ...


James River got more precum onto his script, then rubbed around the head of his cock again as images danced in his brainpower of her titty in his manus and in his mouth. He tried to slack down his stroke ; he did n't require to get too close to cumming until he was sure his private show was over. He was hanging out for her to remove her panties, but was not very bright he would be that prosperous. In any case, he already felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. His binoculars brought her bosom so tantalizingly closemouthed, 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 pluck up her bra and as she did so her breasts swung slightly, causing another groan to escape his lips as he longed to touch them, squeeze them.

She dropped the bra on the toilet table in forepart of her, then suddenly slipped her riff inside her panties, pulled them down and stepped out of them. James held his intimation momentarily, almost forgetting to pass off from the shock of his wish suddenly being granted, as though Jennifer were reading his creative thinker. Unable to stop himself, he gave his rooster several cerebrovascular accident, rubbed more precum on the read/write head of his cock and savoured the sensations as his eyes fixed on the plot of ground of obscure pilus at the base of her abdomen, then switched to the bender of her unbelievable ass. He wanted to labor his cock against that ardent inviting ass, as he ran his handwriting around her strawman to let them feast on her boob. He let out three groans in fast succession, almost like crying whimpers as the image played in his mind while he played with his pecker. He moved his eye back to her pussy, was delighted to see she did n't trace the innovative trend of shaving, was excited by the plot of land of trim pussy hair, and by the mystery it both promised and hid.

She bent down quickly again, this time to recover her scanty, and as she did, James II got the briefest of glimpse of her puss lips, then she picked up her bra as well and moved out of the mass of his vision. He thought his private show was over, was grateful for having had the chance to see her exquisite trunk 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 cock and groan in lust. She lay with her head slightly raised, her peg bent-grass and spread out slightly. if he had not been so fixated on her pussy and tits, James IV would have noticed an implement on the bed beside her. He could not fall his optic in one spot, kept moving from her breasts to her pussycat, trying to fill in everything, to fix this mental image of erotic beaut in his mind to be stored away for endless sitting of masturbation ... but unbeknown to him, the secure was yet to come. What he was about to see was beyond his wildest dreams.


Jennifer lay down on the bed with her spine 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 adjusted the focus of the binoculars to make his view of her pussy crystal authorise. Her leg were bent at the knees and as he watched, she parted them slightly. `` Like the external Bill Gates hiding the treasure within '', thought James IV, and the pussy back talk he was now looking at with hungry eyes seemed like the inner logic gate to the ultimate prize. He instinctively licked his sass, ran his tongue around them, imagining he was placing his tongue at the bottom of her kitty and running it slowly up the eye of her lips, parting them, tasting her ... The twat hair again attracted his regard ... he felt like a Virgin again, seeing his start puss, so excited by that dark triangle of soft hair, that promised pleasure below. Her cunt backtalk were easily visible, so inviting. He put some saliva on his hand, mixed it with some of the precum dripping abundantly from his hammer, and stroked his cock with it, imagining now that he was sinking his turncock into the luscious slit before his optic, imagining the spittle and precum as her wetness, imagining his fist as the tightness of her, imagining how warm and welcoming her slit must feel. Suddenly she shifted on the bed and his gaze was drawn to her breasts. Jennifer was slowly caressing her own tit, running her hands over her teat, squeezing them, then returning to the caress again. He let out yet another groan as he watched her breasts move under her mitt, his own hands aching to replace them. Her case looked lovely, back talk just very slightly outdoors and a expression of arousal beginning to appear in her features. James II got more saliva and precum in his paw, made a tunnel of his fist, kept it fixed, and moved his cock back and Forth in its traction, closed his centre momentarily as image flashed through his head -- -kissing Jennifer on those beautiful slightly parted lips, caressing her breast as he did so, Jennifer opening her mouth to need in his prick, licking and sucking it ...

When he opened his eyes, she was squeezing one of her pap with one hired hand and with the other she was gently rubbing her pussy. She ran her index and index finger around and up and down over her stunned lips, slowly, softly. She stopped squeezing her nipple and now seemed to concentrate on the sensations coming from her pussy. Her hips began to undulate slightly, to shift from side to side a little, causing her breasts to joggle. Her oral fissure made a shape that suggested she was expelling air in a soft groan, and he matched her with a groan of his own. Like a flower gap to display its peach, Jennifer 's pussy backtalk parted slightly as they became more and more aroused. She slipped a finger into her pussy, then two, slowly digit fucked herself for a instant, pulled the fingerbreadth out and chafe in small rophy around her clit, but not quite on it. James stroked his peter furiously for a 20-30 second, and whimpered the words `` Oh, piece of ass '', wishing so very much that he could be her hands, needing to cum so badly, yet wanting to give ear 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, elevate her rose hip a little more, moving into the sentience she was so obviously feeling, her chest jiggled, moved, her face so erotic in its reflection of arousal. She was rubbing 4 fingers all around her mouth now, occasionally going down and slipping a few into her cunt. Henry James could see the pussy juice glistening, could see the pinko anatomy of her pussy, his cock aching to substitute her fingers and to explore the wet, warm walls of that pinkness. She rolled over on her position slightly, blocking his view and he groaned his disappointment at being deprived of the most shake setting of his lifetime. But in a bit she rolled back and her saw that she had put two fingers on either side of her clit, pulled the lens hood back and was rubbing around her button with her other helping hand. She was sight of erotic beaut, seemingly lost in lust and transporting James to a point of lecherousness he had never known before, as she thrashed around on the bed. The shape of her mouth and its campaign showed she was moaning and groaning and expressing her lust through sound as well as the front of her body. He wished he had one of those spy listening devices to learn 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 excitement, but realized it was a vibe. James stopped breathing for a second in prediction of what she was about to do, licked his brim in greedy lustfulness. Jennifer pulled open her back talk, placed the vibe at her slit entrance and slowly inserted it, fucked herself with it for a few cam stroke, them moved the vibe up and around her rim 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 altogether body shook, she bucked her hips up and to James it seemed as if she let out a farseeing `` ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ''. Dennis could n't take any more. He put down the binoculars. He got a effective mixture of spit and precum on his hand ran it up and down his tool and around the head several sentence, then jerked his cock hard up and down, up and down, up and down, with that clenched fist, his middle 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 head one after another as his own orgasm came on him -- -sucking her pap, feeling those gorgeous titty in his hands, feeling the warm easy curve of her ass, squeezing its scrumptious form, his prick being sucked inside the warmth of her lip, his cock plunging into the welcoming fondness of her pussy, its tightness and its effort to cling on to it as he withdrew for another thrust inside, the incredible pleasure her pussy walls were giving him -- -he felt that indescribable touch sensation of arresting pleasure in his turncock, the kind you get just before you cum, and then he came in wave after undulation of pleasure more intense than anything he had felt before.

He took a mo to get down from that lieu where the universe was centred in his stopcock 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. 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 .