| It was one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun
was high in the sky as Jim positioned himself at the attic window for what
had now become a daily ritual. It all began some weeks back when, quite
by accident, Jim had visited his attic in search for some missing papers.
In his search he chanced to pass by the window and was stopped dead in
his tracks by what he saw...it was Beth from next door. She was stretched
out on a blanket in a skimpy bikini in her back yard. Try as he might to
turn away, there was something about her smooth, deep tanned skin, covered
with oil that drew him back to the window. He could not help but look...she
was gorgeous ! Over the weeks he had wrestled with the guilt. By now he
was firm in his rationalization that no-one was being harmed. Beth could
have no idea that she was being watched as her back yard was surrounded
by a thick, high hedge. He had come to such terms with his guilt that he
had even gone out and bought a small telescope so that he could examine
more closely every detail of her anatomy. But all that is history and cannot
be worried with now, for Beth is coming out her back door.
She is dressed in a short, cover-up type robe. Under her arm is her blanket. After carefully spreading the blanket she makes another trip into the house for her water tray and bag. She sets the tray beside the blanket and he hears the ice tinkle softly against the side of the pitcher. She takes the tanning oil from the bag and neatly lays the bag at one corner of the blanket. All preliminaries out of the way she settles down to the business at hand. Jim's pulse quickens slightly with the anticipation of what is to follow. Slowly, she tugs at the drawstring of the robe and it falls open. With a motion that could be envied by any professional stripper, she lets the robe slide gently over her shoulders and down her back as it falls to the ground. Even after all this time, Jim is astonished at the effect the sight of this girls body has on him. She is wearing the slightest attempt at a bikini Jim has ever seen. The bottom is more of a G-string, raising high on her thighs, plunging so low in the front as to be immodest, and the merest strip in back passing between the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass. The top is one of those string jobs with two small patches of cloth barely large enough to cover her nipples. Not that it matters, her top rarely stays on very long anyway. As she gathers her hair and pins it so as to not be in the way of the oil, Jim reaches in his pants and makes some adjustments of his own to accommodate his growing hard-on. Ahhh...now for the good part, Jim thinks, as she began to apply the oil. Beth is a fanatic when it comes to oil. He has come to the conclusion that she enjoys applying the oil as much as he likes watching her apply it as she does so with slow, deliberate strokes, more like caresses than anything else. As always, she starts at her neck, working the oil over her shoulders, and down her arms. She runs her hands under her top as she applies the oil to her large, firm tittys. A nipple peaks out for a second as she slowly runs her hands in circles. For a moment Jim could have sworn he saw her rolling her nipple between her thumb and fingers. Tugging it slightly. She repositioned her top and continued applying the oil. Down her sides, across her flat belly, her fingertips drifted beneath the material of her bikini bottom as she covered her thighs. She poured some oil over her shoulders, arching her back as it trickled down, he couldn't help but notice how it made her breast jut out as she reached around to spread the oil. She rubbed the oil into the small of her back, down across her hips, her fingers followed the crack in her ass as she kneaded her cheeks firmly. Again and again she ran her hands over her ass, between the cheeks, until finally continuing to the backs of her thighs. Jim undid the front of his pants allowing his cock to spring free as she bent forward to apply the oil to her legs. Seeing her rounded ass, that gap between her thighs, pointed at him as if an offering, made Jim want to plunge his rock-hard dick deep within her. But alas, he only continued to watch as she finally positioned herself face down on the blanket. Her ass was facing him and her legs were spread as he squinted through the telescope, focusing it on her crotch until it was as if his face were but inches from that thin strip of material that covered her. He saw how the oil made her skin glisten. He saw a few hairs peeking from beneath the strip as if shy children peeking around a fence. It was as if all his senses were magnified by the glass. He swore he could smell the faint aroma of clean pussy intermingled with coconut oil. He wanted so badly to reach out with his tongue and gently lick that soft flesh between her thighs. Jim began stroking himself slowly as he continued to watch... Beth pulls her top off over her head and Jim's heart pounds a little quicker with the anticipation of seeing those perfect globes when she turns over. He looks back into the telescope and cannot believe what he sees. Taking a moment to make sure the movement is not his...No, it's her's alright. This is a new twist, he thinks, as he watches Beth slowly grind her pussy against the ground. He sees the small flexes of her ass and the thin material rubbing her slit. God, how he wishes it were his rock hard cock she was grinding against. "Damn !", he says aloud, "what's she doing now ?" Itdidn't take long for him to have his answer as Beth reaches down and tugs at her bikini bottom. She raises her hips just enough to allow them to pass over, then wiggles them down her legs and tosses them to one side with a foot. She now resumes her previous, face down, legs spread, position...only now stark naked ! Jim watches as Beth continues grinding herself against the blanket. He sees her vulva puckers with each stroke. He also sees that the oil is not the only liquid glistening on Beth. The dew drops form at the mouth of her pussy. She reaches behind and spreads the cheeks of her ass on the up-stroke and presses them hard on the down. Beth moves one hand to reach beneath her, tracing every detail of her now wet pussy. Her finger follows the folds of her lips, makes small circles in the juices, dips slightly into the soft flesh. He can't help but notice how the lips seem to grasp at the finger as it slowly moves in and out. Her finger races the length of her slit until it reaches her clit, there it makes more circles, round and round, occasionally dipping back down for a fresh supply of lubricant. Suddenly, without warning, Beth rolls over. One hand still glued to her crotch the other shooting up to stroke her breast. From one tit to the other her hand moves, spreading them, lifting them, describing circles around the nipples, and finally tugging the nipples softly. Jim refocuses the telescope quickly so that he won't miss any of the action. Her head is tossed back, eyes closed, she is biting softly on her bottom lip. Her long legs are spread wide, legs outstretched, toes pointed. The hand on her cunt is working faster. She thrust two fingers into herself and begins stroking them in and out her thumb rubbing harder on her clit. Jim starts stroking his cock in time with her, imagining what it would feel like to be deep within her. His balls start to swell signaling his oncoming climax. Just then she drives her fingers as deep as they will go into her and freezes. Jim swears he can see her soft pussy quivering against her fingers. The sight is more than he can stand. His balls erupt, the hot semen shooting out in spurts, on the window, over his hand...everywhere. As Jim's breath starts to return to normal he looks back into the telescope. Beth has raised her knees, legs still spread, pointing directly at him. When she opens her eyes she looks straight at Jim. He gasp, embarrassed at having been caught. Yet he still can't look away. Beth smiles slightly at Jim and reaches into her bag. She pulls out a piece of paper with some writing on it. Jim focuses on the paper and is shocked by what he reads... A girl can get awful lonely waiting
What happens next is another story. |