Observations from my Window by UK Snowy


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Observations from my Window


Arising from my bed with a massive stiffy, I open the curtains, letting my
knob end brush against the cold wall on this bright, late spring morning.
Timing it just right, the first sighting of the day is Karen from up the
road, swaying seductively from her front door to her BMW Z3. Its sleek
silver lines are parked right in front of my place and from my first floor
vantage point, I gaze as she bends to open the remotely unlocked door. Her
trousers tighten over her trim butt and there are the converging lines of
her thong before they disappear into the mysteries of her crack. I guess it
will be clean and sweet smelling after her morning shower, but maybe I'll
catch her this evening and try to see how far it has tempted the wedge of
material into it's dark and, by then, smelly crevasse.

I'm waiting for summer to tempt Karen into skirts and get the flash of thigh
and knicker crotch as she slides into the low slung vehicle. She's a trim
girl, not busty, tallish, with light auburn hair. From my back window I can
just about see her undies on her washing line down the garden, but the view
is too obscured to catch detail even through powerful binoculars. I dwell on
her butt until it slithers from sight and play with my cock which is oozing
juice.

I swipe some of it off and suck it clean from my finger not to waste it. She
roars off and I go to the opposite end of the window, for the next sighting.

Here they come, approaching, passing and disappearing. A wonderful morning
vista. Two, followed by three then a single schoolgirl. All about twelve to
fourteen years old I guess and most still in their street-wise black bootleg
trousers except for the middle girl of the threesome and the girl way back
on her own. These two have ventured into skirts and tights. Black, fine but
virtually opaque tights clad young limbs. I concentrate on the pretty one at
the back. The other is plain, loud mouthed, fat and very common, chewing gum
and even spitting on the pavement.

Pretty One wears black scruffy clumpy shoes and has not mastered an easy
gait in two inch heels. Her skirt is short, grey and trim and every few
steps she tugs at its hem to make sure she's not showing anything she
shouldn't. But why do they wear that length? I wank my dick hard over
thoughts of what she's concealing. If she knew I was standing here naked
with six inches of cock gristle in my hand, vibes would flow and surely she
would scamper over to join me. I'd throw the key down and wait for her to
come upstairs where I'd lie on the bed and watch her undress. I would
instruct her. 'No -leave your shirt and tie on. Er?... What's your name?
Julie, ah! I'm Snowy. Just take your skirt and tights off, that's it,' I
encourage her with a smile.

Her skirt would droop to the carpet and then she would wriggle her hips as
she inserted her hands up under her shirt, before thrusting her hands down
revealing slender pale limbs above the untidy roll of her tights and at the
top, just peeking below the hang of her billowing white shirt would be a
surprisingly brief pair of panties. Julie would drag her tights down and off
swiftly and stands mute, motionless, legs together.

I'd beckon her forward and grasp her butt and pull the knickers down,
staring at the vee of her crotch. She would be lightly pubed, the same mousy
colour as her hair and her slit would be clearly visible. She would slide
onto the bed on her knees and straddle me as I guide her over my dick. She
would hold it upright and settle neatly onto it, already seemingly practised
at the manoeuvre, as I fumbled under her shirt. As the heat and tightness of
her cunt wrapped round my pulsing dick I would find her tiny bra and without
undoing it, I would ease it up over the verdant buds high on her chest.
Thrusting upwards, my groin would urge her to fuck hard and we would join in
a frantic rhythm, both equally aware that we had limited time. She had
school, I had more voyeuring to do. As I continued rubbing her titties and
nipping her teats we would shag relentlessly, tuned in briefly, unmatched in
age but remarkably so in expertise and I wondered who had versed her in the
bedroom arts. Her boyfriend, her teacher, her father...?

In consideration on the assumption she wasn't on the pill I would tell her
to jump off and she would go down on me, sucking my jism as it spouted
vigorously. Some drops would hit her hair and after she had swallowed I
would wipe them for her and help her dress. One large value coin of currency
in gratitude would be pocketed by Julie in return for a promise to call back
in the afternoon when she had more time and I had more cash. She would
traipse lightly from the house and I would return to my window watch.

Madeline from down the road appears, rushing to catch her bus. Always in a
hurry, her big bust wobbling superbly, I would watch for her always erect
nipples that seemed to defy her brassieres and bulge through whatever
coverings she wore. Maybe forty-five years old, easily drunk at the local
pub, I'd ogled her tits many times. I watch as she dashes across to the bus
stop, just in time as it appears round the bend. She's the only one to get
aboard an empty bus and there's lots of chat between Madeline and the driver
as always. The vehicle gradually pulls away and my thoughts turn to
Madeline's pale, blue veined, bouncing breasts being pushed together and
cushioning my cock as she wanks me off between them and catches my cum in
her mouth. I automatically pull on my dick as my thoughts roam, wondering
what her and her husband Barney get up to in the privacy of their house.

Ah! There's the next voyeuring opportunity. Leaving the same house a few
minutes behind her mum is Emma, Barney and Madeline's elder daughter. She's
about twenty-four and good luck strikes in that she is showing erect nipples
too. She's not big titted like mum but those firm, high, pointy bazongers
are well mounted in a tight sports type bra clearly visible under her flimsy
white blouse. A neat tight arse housed in beige trousers shows thong. Wow!
Just look at the way that string disappears into her crack, echoes of her
neighbour Karen there. Emma slides into her old car, fires it up and drives
away after lighting a cigarette.

Bobbie ventures from the front garden of her cottage, grasping the new baby
in one arm and holding her two year old girl's hand as she tries to open the
door of her space wagon. She's black, coal black almost, of French Caribbean
descent. She's also very fat, but I love her for her shows. They vary from
skirt up round her hips when she reaches into the wagon, giving me vast
acreage of gleaming oily thighs and glimpses of big white knickers, to shows
down her cleavage which puts Madeline into the flat-chested category. Bobbie
doesn't attempt to hide her gross overweight and am I pleased. Her sex will
be as sweet as the svelte youngsters I've mentioned, in that she's
experienced and black as the ace of spades. Bobbie won't have a prissy
little bikini line round her voluminous cunt I'll bet.

It'll be fat-lipped and creased into a knot and very, very greasy with her
sweat and juices. I can imagine Dave, her white carpenter husband prying
those smiling lips apart, leaving trails of her juice cobwebbed across the
gash he creates. There would be the pinkest, juiciest, flower like opening
to her cunt with a large urinal aperture from where she would piss with
terrific force. Her wiry black pubes will curl round it's opening and then
thickly carpet the short damp trail to her ring piece, which will sit proud
of its surrounding skin. Now this morning, she has managed to ease the baby
into the special seat and is fussing over the older child who is fretting.
Bobbie's boobies clash alarmingly as she stoops and bends giving me vistas
of her dark breasts above the low cut neck of her bright red tee shirt. Her
white bra shows stark in contrast to her skin and as she turns away and
squats, putting her skirt into unimaginable stress I see the clear lines of
her panties carving across those vast buttocks. No fashionable thongs for
this woman, but I wouldn't be surprised to find she has something like that
in her knicker drawer. I can't see her undies on her washing line from my
place.

Suddenly she is obscured by a delivery van and I patiently wait, working my
erection, either for her to reappear or for another voyeur opportunity. But
along comes the most unlikely target for this window voyeur. Mrs Sensible -
who appears smack on the same time every morning, her sensibly clad feet
rapping the same pacy rhythm on the pavement until she meets a friend who
lives up the road just out of my sight. I know they proceed to the bus stop
and disappear into town. As she passes, I ogle her full bosom swathed in a
bulky weather coat, her calf length skirt round such stocky legs. Neat tight
auburn hair hardly moves in the light breeze. Its not lacquered, just wiry,
thick and curled.

I know her name, she's Maureen - maybe mid forties. However I do know some
other very interesting things about her. No great looker as you can imagine,
pleasant cheery face and plain colourless clothes, you know the type, but...
My mate Norm was until recently the caretaker in the insurance office where
she works. He has great fun with a colleague installing spy cams in the
ladies toilets. I cannot tell you the countless laughs and wanks we have
enjoyed watching the results. Bum after bum has revealed and relieved itself
within inches of our spying eyes. Yes some horrors, but balanced easily by
some absolute gems. But Norm adjusted the spy cam position when contractors
remodelled the ladies room and now we can see their faces.

Lo and behold up pops Mrs Sensible. Maureen Cooper for that is my neighbour,
wearing just about the sexiest undies you can imagine. Always stocking and
sussies, always black skimpy panties and a neatly trimmed bikini line too, I
noticed with fascination on the occasional times she turns before dropping
or lifting her knickers. I just can't imagine Maureen donning a bikini.
Once, only once we saw her brassiere. It was after I'd recognised her. Norm
dug around in her department and found out that it was a day she went to a
breast clinic and for some reason she checked out her gear under her
sensible white high necked jumper either before or after her appointment.

Madame Cooper has huge tits in a most delectably lacy wired fashioned proper
job bra. The garment itself was a class construction, that was clear and
needed to be. Norm confirmed her boobies hardly quivered as she went about
her business in the office, but they were ginormous and I drooled imagining
what those globes would look like unfettered. Now this morning I give my
cock an extra hard time, pulling, squeezing and pulsing it, my thighs
thrusting, my buttocks clenching as if I was shoving it inside Maureen's
cavernous cleavage to cum over her prissy face.

I resolve to cum with the next sighting and the working class mum from the
social housing way down the road appears across on the other side.
Laboriously pushing a double kid's buggy before her, she drags along her
walking child, who always reluctantly bawls and wails, presumably that she
doesn't want to go to primary school. Similar noise echoes from the depths
of the buggy and mum despairs. She stops and bends to admonish shriekingly
at the child. Up rides her ridiculously short skirt, slim legs shine white
and her floppy tits sway, gravity ruling and no brassiere, so that they
swing heavily beneath her thin white tee shirt.

She picks up the screaming child, a little girl dressed in a smart, dark
green, school sweat shirt and short grey skirt. The kid's skirt gets caught
up in mum's arm and I spot little pink knickers and plump fleshy thighs.
After some sobs and squeals, the child is dumped and promptly sits on the
kerb, her feet in the thankfully quiet road. I get full unadulterated views
straight up the little girls legs at her pink cosseted crotch. I scramble
for my tripod mounted scope and tune it in quickly. It's always available
and focussed on the far side of the road.

I wank my cock furiously, knowing this'll be the only actual near to cunt
sighting I will get although it is a five year old girl's. She sits and
sulks and bawls as poor fed up down trodden mum gallumps away with heavy
dragged scruffy shod feet. I spot the crease of pink cotton as it wedges
into the minute crack of the little one and imagine the smooth perfectly
peachy mound just behind. My cum rises as mum returns and chastises her
daughter, first stooping, then crouching, legs apart. knees high, skirt
stretched ridiculously tight. She patiently joins her belligerent child, low
near the tar macadam surface.

Bingo! Two sighting together as I now can see a much older white clad pussy
pouch. Just the hint of hair escaping round the tight elastic sides where it
graunches into her podgy skin. A glimpse that's all I needed and Wham! My
jism spurts out into the prepared tissue. With great gasps I relieve my
erection as mum and daughter rise and slowly stroll away and out of sight.

In the quiet brooding aftermath of my climax, I again remind myself to
invest in a decent camera I can mount on the tripod with a massive zoom
lens.

FIN


  
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