In the room, in the windows of which I now look, only a nightlight is burning with a dull, yellow light illuminating a beautiful half -naked woman sitting on the bed, leaning back on the bed. Her body as a magnet attracts my gaze. I look at her, and my hands stretch to her, but, stumble upon cold glass. She is away. Her window in the house on the opposite side of the street. A woman of about thirty -five, beautiful and sexy, she looks in my direction. But I know for sure that she cannot see me.
She does not even suspect that someone can see her now. And even more so I. After all, she said she left for her mother. But, she doesn’t know what I am, I know where she is now. Where, and most importantly, with whom! She does not know what I have known for a long time about this apartment, the windows of which are so successfully over the house, which is perfectly visible from the windows of our apartment. Oh, these women, if she were a little more closely, more carefully, she would remember what her husband is fond of. She would never have met her lover, so close to home.
On the street night, apartment on the seventh floor. Who can see her now.
– I can!.. The device that allows a person to look at the celestial bodies, now, serves a different, more earthly, more exciting goal. This has become my hobby. The moon and the surrounding stars have long been forgotten. I am attracted by things, much more exciting for me than heavenly luminaries – women. I like to look at them, I like their slender bodies, smooth hips. I look at these windows every night. In them women.
Different. A lot of them. I know housewives in robes, wives and girls. Brides and old women. However, the windows of the latter, I “go around” the side. I know which of them and in what linen went to work today. I even know who now has “critical days” and who, just goes for a walk, and who goes to meet with my beloved. And I even know who lovers come to while their husbands are not at home. This is interesting, but the lover comes to only one. Woman from a corner apartment on the sixth floor.
The rest, either true, or, careful – do not get home. Personally, I, inclined to the second. But my gaze is now aimed at a dimly luminous window almost in the middle of the house. … Her large lips are slightly revealed and expose perfect pearl teeth. Her black eyes in which my gaze is sinking, staring at the dark window – at me. Her gaze pierces me. Pierces through the glass, through the thickness of the air separating our windows. She has straight straw hair to her shoulders. Now it is wearing a tight -fitting white, with an emerald tint, a female T -shirt and small, almost weightless, also white – panties.
Her legs are bent at the knees and knees, slightly divorced, opening my eyes, its smooth, exciting triangle. My gaze slides over her body. Rising from a thin strip holding a guipure mesh, along a flat tummy protruding from under a short T -shirt and stops at its large, tight, like air balloon. Her nipples are tense. They perform in the middle of its wide halo of the translucent material of her T -shirt barely distinguishable through the translucent. She straightens one leg, from which her entire look becomes even more sex.
Perhaps from the fact that she does not look like that now – frankly accessible. She transfers the weight of her delightful body to her left hand, and the right stroking herself along the smooth, dense, slightly dark thigh of the bent leg. The hand slides from the knee and on the inside of the thigh slowly approaches the treasured triangle. I can’t hear her, but, my imagination draws me, her rapid breathing. The woman bites her lip and, closing her eyes, throws her head back a little back from which her large breasts are made even more.
The woman shudders when her hand falls on the place where her delightful, long legs converge. The hand crawls back and, reaching a thin elastic band of panties, elegant fingers dive under guipure. It is not difficult for me to imagine the feelings that she is experiencing now. And, my imagination, and memory, helpfully provide me, those tactile sensations that arise from touching the fingertips to the heated female flesh, which expires with love juice and, languishing in impatient expectation.
Expectation, sex! All my attention is now drawn to what is happening in a distant room and breathing, against my will, becomes frequent and superficial. The woman’s hand moves faster. Her sweet moan is in my ears, she drops her back to the bed and bends the second leg again. Her hands take the panties and pull them down the hips. One leg, they are leaning them away and they fly somewhere to the side. It becomes visible to me, its smoothly shaved “pussy” is all brilliant from its discharge. The woman introduces three fingers at once.
They easily drown in her vagina. For some time, the woman measuredly moves her brush, and her lips are inviting. Her lips move, she whispers something. And suddenly, I see a man! He protrudes from the corner that is not visible to me. His cock! Ooo! He is just huge! I don’t know how many cm, it’s hard for me to judge from here but the fact that it is two times, if not three more than mine, this is exactly! A man, approaches his wife lying on his back and crouching next to her, puts his hand on her pussy. The wife smiling, something whispers to him and he leans towards her.
They kiss for a long time. His hand wrinkles her smoothly shaved “pussy”, and fingers penetrate the gap into her current nectar.
The wife is bending her back, from which her breasts rise high up. A man, dark -skinned, eastern type, lies on it and, according to his movement, it is clear that he penetrates his wife carefully. This is understandable, his cock is huge, he just pulls it. The wife is limiting again, but now much higher. She covers his torso cavles. The movements have begun. I twist the setting handle, along the way, taking a few pictures.
These pictures, loneliness will be brightened up to me. Their sex does not shine with a variety of poses. He fucks his wife in one pose – missionary. I bring the telescope to her face. On it, bliss, lust and pleasure. Her mouth is widely open, probably she groans passionately, or maybe she screams! A man freezes over a woman, and according to his convulsive movements it becomes clear – he ends. For a couple of minutes they lie, clinging, as if grown together, and then, the man falls aside. He leans back to the pillow and the light of the lighter struck in his hand.
He smokes, letting smoke into the ceiling. And the wife lies with wide legs. A telescope, helpfully brings me, her torn vagina with a huge, current thick white liquid hole, in the place of a neat kisonka. I take the phone. I dial my wife’s number. In a distant room, the wife jumps and begins to fumble on the floor with his hands. She can’t find the phone in any way. “No answer” I look at the telescope. The wife finally found the phone and looking at the screen, says something to the man. I can’t see her face, but he can see him on him. I am recruiting again.
Wife brings his hand to the ear. – Yes. – I hear. – Alo, where are you? – I ask. – I? How where, mom’s! What, you forgot! – You are home soon? – What happened? – No, just I’m waiting for you… – Well, wait, I’m soon. Bye… – She kissed the phone and turned off. I saw how she leaned over the man something to him, saying how he stroked her on a naked pope, as she looked around, looking for panties. Then, pulled the dress. Then, there was a long kiss, and the wife disappeared from sight.
Twenty minutes later, when the telescope again gather dust on the mezzanine, clicked the castle.The wife as usual, immediately went to the shower. And I, sitting in the dark, thought that with no patience I would wait for them next time. I liked the appearance of my own wife so much, under the muscular male body. I liked to look at her orgasm…
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