At the window 3
On the third day he rose again. It was early morning and my young penis was already up and ready. I lay back and my feelings of guilt rose to meet the hard reality of my body's desires. I vowed to resist temptation. I was going to have to visit this woman. Sit and do classwork with her watching. I just had to master myself and ignore the visions of her swinging breasts, her hoisted bra-imprisoned breasts, her hairy crotch, her big, firm thighs and elegant ankles...
I leapt from my bed and ran to throw cold water at my groin. I was a big shock to me but it had very little effect on my rampant member. I went down to breakfast with my cock tucked up in my waistband so it was more or less hidden. I struggled through the morning and the b**st in my trousers did subside, even when my brain was struggling with visions of a deep, dark place. A hot. hairy place full of mystery between the great pale thighs of a certain lady.
I played tennis in the afternoon and things seemed to be getting easier but in the evening after tea I began to realise that nothing was going to stop me taking that trip across the back gardens to try to peep at the object of all my thoughts.
I waited until it was pretty dark and when I had crossed the lawn I lurked for a long time in the shrubs which were a long way back from the window. This time only a thin crack of light was showing between the curtains.
I was shaking with fear and desire. In a moment of madness I exposed my fully erect member to the cool night air and crept forward across the grass. When I reached the window I relaxed a lot because the gap was so narrow I knew I could not be seen. At first there was nothing on view, but then she appeared, already in her nightdress. I had missed the show!
I was wanking rhythmically nevertheless as she sat down with her back towards me and drew a brush though her long dark hair. Her fleshy arms were long and sensual as she stretched them out and I was right on the edge of spending when she suddenly stood up and pulled the nightie back off over her head. There she was naked. Her pink buttocks looked huge and her bum crack was wonderfully deep.
I slowed right down for the first time in my onanistic experience and watched in awe as she examined her bosoms in the mirror. She turned to left and right, leant back and cupped them so they jutted out, she let them go and swung them a little. Then she began to massage them with an absent-minded urgency, pausing occasionally to pinch her nipples before turning to admire her profile in the glass.
When she cradled both her giant globes in one arm and slipped her other hand down between her legs I lost control and the inevitable happened. I groaned and panted so that I was scared of being heard, but this time she had her own passions to deal with.
My last view of her was sitting on the stool. I could seen her lovely cheeks spread out on the seat and her right elbow rising and falling as she dealt with her own business down in the dense thicket of her pubes.
I leapt from my bed and ran to throw cold water at my groin. I was a big shock to me but it had very little effect on my rampant member. I went down to breakfast with my cock tucked up in my waistband so it was more or less hidden. I struggled through the morning and the b**st in my trousers did subside, even when my brain was struggling with visions of a deep, dark place. A hot. hairy place full of mystery between the great pale thighs of a certain lady.
I played tennis in the afternoon and things seemed to be getting easier but in the evening after tea I began to realise that nothing was going to stop me taking that trip across the back gardens to try to peep at the object of all my thoughts.
I waited until it was pretty dark and when I had crossed the lawn I lurked for a long time in the shrubs which were a long way back from the window. This time only a thin crack of light was showing between the curtains.
I was shaking with fear and desire. In a moment of madness I exposed my fully erect member to the cool night air and crept forward across the grass. When I reached the window I relaxed a lot because the gap was so narrow I knew I could not be seen. At first there was nothing on view, but then she appeared, already in her nightdress. I had missed the show!
I was wanking rhythmically nevertheless as she sat down with her back towards me and drew a brush though her long dark hair. Her fleshy arms were long and sensual as she stretched them out and I was right on the edge of spending when she suddenly stood up and pulled the nightie back off over her head. There she was naked. Her pink buttocks looked huge and her bum crack was wonderfully deep.
I slowed right down for the first time in my onanistic experience and watched in awe as she examined her bosoms in the mirror. She turned to left and right, leant back and cupped them so they jutted out, she let them go and swung them a little. Then she began to massage them with an absent-minded urgency, pausing occasionally to pinch her nipples before turning to admire her profile in the glass.
When she cradled both her giant globes in one arm and slipped her other hand down between her legs I lost control and the inevitable happened. I groaned and panted so that I was scared of being heard, but this time she had her own passions to deal with.
My last view of her was sitting on the stool. I could seen her lovely cheeks spread out on the seat and her right elbow rising and falling as she dealt with her own business down in the dense thicket of her pubes.
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