She knows I watch. I can tell from the smirk on her face. The way she turns, or the way she runs her hands down her shapely hips to smooth her tight skirt. The tight navy skirt that I imagine she wears to the office with the 2 inch heels, thigh highs, and garter belt holding her stockings in place.
Some days I imagined her in thongs and some days nothing at all. Some days I imagined it was her talking to me as she hurried to make a phone call. That smile. Those sexy red lips. Her eyes sparkled when the sun shone in through the windows.
The open windows that I watched her in....
I know I come home hot and salty. My heavy work clothes and boots cause tension and weight on my muscles. But, she makes me forget it all.
I peer with lust and longing from my window to hers. I keep my binoculars close at hand. I’d get a telescope but my tiny apartment can’t house it…so, I’ll watch this way.
I want her. I want her to take her full pouty lips and suck my cock. It throbs for her. As my day ticks by, I find myself hurrying home before she does so I can watch. I want to watch her as she enters the door from the street, disappearing into the bosom of the building and then reappearing through her front door as if by magic. I want to watch her toss her keys to the side and slip off her heels, one-by-one.
I want to help.
As she slowly rolls down her stockings, I can’t ignore my desire any longer. One hand holds the binoculars tight to my eyes for a quick glimpse of her pussy as she removes the confines of her day and the other hand frees my bulge from the denim keeping me prisoner.
My hot cock fills my hand as I stroke it. It’s hot flesh burning the palms. I love it. I love to feel my veins swell while I watch her. She is just teasing me, and I know it. She flips that long soft blond hair around before piling it on top of her head. She slowly unbuttons her blouse in such a teasing and succulent way that I must control my load from spewing on the window sill.
I know she feels me watching.
I feel her eyes burn in my direction. She knows my cock is rocking in my hand mimicking the gentle then forceful thrusts that would stretch her pussy and send her to orgasm after orgasm.
Peeling the bra straps from her shoulders, she turns square in the window frame. Freeing her large breasts she sighs and smiles. Yes…yessss…. She cups her breasts one by one and massages the lines from the snug fabric away. Her nipples harden under her breath. My dick continues to thicken…but, I have to hold on...just a bit more.
Without leaving sight she reaches into the drawer next to her. I can make out the phallic shape. My mouth waters just watching her. I can feel the precum leaving a sticky trail as I pump my shaft. Oh....
She runs the glass dildo around those immaculate lips lubricating it for her love hole. Sliding the glass cock up the inside of her thighs, she hikes her leg high allowing me full view and ample room for entrance. She plunges it in deep and fast. I can almost hear her screams. As she fucks herself and nestles her clit in between her thumb and forefinger, I can see the ecstasy on her face. Yes…..that is my cock she feels. I know she thinks it. I can feel how tight her pussy clamps and holds me as she fights for her orgasm. My own orgasm flowing through her as I squeeze my cock tight at the base and watch my cum spill out…..shoot out rather. Leaving its mark on the window, I let the cum slide down. I place the binoculars to the side and leave the window for another day
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