Observing her, I unconsciously slipped a finger between my damp folds. As usual, the illicit pleasure of being a voyeur excited me with an intensity that made my heart beat erratically; it made me wet just at the mere thought of carrying out this forbidden act. I was deliberately invading her privacy, denying her both dignity and respect, using her for my own decadent gratification.
Nor was it the first time I had watched this particular gorgeous creature.
Right now, she was completely naked, standing brazenly at her window; her prominent, perfectly shaven slit, and pert breasts flaunting themselves, literally begging to be ogled by anyone who cared to be looking. Yet she displayed an arrogant confidence, a certainty that she couldn’t possibly be seen by any uninvited stranger.
She was almost right; her home was almost totally private.
Almost.
Her property was screened from every angle, except this one. No other house within a hundred yards.
Except for mine.
From where I was sat in my comfortable armchair, I had a perfect view. My telescope was conveniently mounted in front of me; the light ideal, easy for me to see out, difficult for others to see in. I only had to lean an inch or two to enjoy the blissful view of this sylvan beauty.
I brought my sticky hand to my face and inhaled, smelling myself. I licked my fingers, relishing the taste of my viscous secretions. Self-indulgently, I moaned to myself.
She didn’t deserve to be used in this way. I knew I should feel remorse, feasting my eyes on this naked siren, her sensual, beautiful body seemingly on display for my personal viewing pleasure. I ought to be ashamed for acting in such a disgraceful and outrageous manner.
Only I wasn’t.
The problem was, I couldn’t stay away from her; the sight was too tempting—she was simply too magnificent to leave alone, and watching her naked antics was far too great a turn-on. I’d never wanted to spy on someone so much before.
She was breath-taking; her dark, flowing hair, lithe build, firm thighs—these things—these glimpsed things were making my insides flutter. I wanted to do so much more than look at her. I wanted to touch her, play with her. I wanted to drink from her fountain, savour her flavour, and take her with me to the brink, showing her how much she meant to me.
I put my eye back to the telescope. She was lying on the bed now, legs audaciously wide apart, deliberately playing with her indecent pussy, the angle perfect for my prying eye.
It was like she was purposely putting on a show. A show just for me.
I smiled to myself. It was almost too obvious.
She knew I was watching.
This shameless hussy was as bad as me! Worse, maybe, for behaving so wantonly, knowing she was being spied on, teasing me, intentionally showing me her secrets.
It was a thrilling thought. She was masturbating for me!
My own slick fingers glided smoothly up and down my hidden valley, delighting the intricate, buzzing receptors in my sensitive folds, encouraging me to delve deeper.
I imagined it was her delicate pink flesh I was stroking, her shy little rosebud I was encouraging from its hiding place.
My breathing quickened, becoming uneven.
This time, when I put my eye back to the telescope, she had turned onto all fours, her talented fingers playing cheekily with her pussy lips, splaying, invading... then she reached back with both hands and pulled her cheeks apart, wantonly exposing her puckered starfish, knowingly displaying her most private jewel.
