The bedroom light comes on next door and I sneak out of the house, wearing only my boxers. It's eleven in the evening on this hot summer night, as I look for a good viewing place among the double row of fence line evergreen shrubs. Peering through an opening in the shrubs, I see Sophia through the Venetian blinds.
Sophia is reposed, on her back and lying on her bed. She is dressed in only a pair of black thigh high nylons; her head hangs over the foot of the bed with her shoulders resting on the very edge. Sophia’s breasts push upward, begging for attention by both mouth and hand. Sophia’s slender neck stretches, emphasizing her Adam’s apple.
Her long blonde tresses suspend downward from her head. Her eyes are closed and her lips are slightly parted, sucking on her fingers. I watch, absorbing every detail of this gorgeous woman about to make love to herself.
Taking her wet fingers, Sophia tugs on her nubbies, making them extend from their dark colored areola. Her lips form an “o” as her fingers roll and pinch her nubs. The long, legs bend at the knees and part slightly while Sophia’s left hand slowly moves down, exploring her body on the way. Stopping at her navel. Sophia’s finger dips in, going in small circles, then going out in small circles. Her back arches slightly at the touch, while the fingers on her nipples twist them hard enough that a loud moan can be heard through the closed window.
I feel my cock begin to slowly extend inside my boxers as I watch intently, the scene unfolding before my eyes.
Sophia slides her hand further down and when she touches her mound, her body twitches at the touch. Her fingers move from the hard nipples onto the heaving breasts, kneading the supple flesh which causes her to thrash about the bed.
Watching her hand move between her legs, I can only imagine what her fingers are doing. My view point and Sophia’s position on the bed denies me the pleasure of seeing her fingers pleasuring her honey pot.