“Hmmm, I wonder what she is doing tonite,” as I looked at my watch while I walked to the window and my telescope. “What are you up to my little cherub?” She was the latest of my visual delights, a red haired, green eyed Rubenesque beauty, sharp dresser and exquisite taste in her décor and surroundings.
Peering through the lens, I spied her, thinking she was probably working yet again on more paperwork at her desk. But something was amiss. Her desk was cleared; her business suit was unbuttoned and she sat sideways to her desk. Her Tiffany lamp was on, giving off its warm glow, as she seemed almost lost in thought with a hand to her mouth.
I watched, as she slowly stood and removed her grey blazer with her back to me, revealing her white starched blouse and full view of her amply filled matching skirt, draping it neatly over her chair. My “interests” perked up when I saw her hands reaching for the buttons of her blouse, undoing one…two…before she looked around, reaching across the desk and turned off the lamp, leaving the darkened office aglow only by the full moonlight. Now this was getting interesting.
She turned sideways, the moonlight seeming to quickly zero in on the alabaster flesh of her face and neck, selectively illuminating the well blessed fullness of her blouse as I watched her hands slip back to her buttons. With her blouse slipping off, I saw a light blue well filled sports bra as I watched her hands go to her skirt, secretly hoping to see the matching shorts…she didn’t let me down.
My manhood lurched as I watched her cross the small office, flip on a stereo and begin stretching out her lush ample form. She leaned against an exercise bike, bending over it slowly as she pointed a leg back and curled it deliciously to her backside, easily grasping it in a hand. She held it in place, stretching, her muscles tensing and moving like she had done this many times before. She did the same to the other, and then went into a series of squats that gave an assman like me a thrill beyond words. My cock surged with every squat as her cheeks tightened and tensed, testing the material quite nicely, forcing a one handed grip on both “telescopes” that were now readily available.
Hopping on the bike, I watched keenly as she pedaled nowhere with intensity like a woman on a mission. Sweat soaked into her clothes, further peaking my interests as her assets became more visible and delicious. I was privy to my own “Flash dance” with my moonlit beauty as the star. Her legs, thighs, and calves rippled and flexed with every thrust, with my cock lurching in time to her pace. Oh to be the bicycle seat right now, pistoning my meat into her sweetness in time to her pace I thought, as I stroked on with my girl. This went on for some thirty minutes, with my attentions being clearly tested several times, as I watched her workout routine.
She slowed seeming to have satisfied her need for speed, pulling a towel around her neck and wiping her face and body down. Lucky towel I thought to myself, being allowed to soak up the sweat from that Goddess, as I watched her dismount the bike and head for another corner of the room. Reaching for a handle, she opened a door, flicking on a light switch…a private bath room and a moment where I wondered if I will get to see….
Stepping into the room and into the light, I saw her and all her sweaty Rubenesque glory. She was magnificent as I watched her stand before the mirror wiping sweat and checking herself over when she set the towel on the counter and something caught my eye…and I zoomed my telescope in for a closer view.
She stood primping and preening under my close “supervision” when I homed in on something that made me smile. She had a tattoo, on her panty line, of Dopey from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. But “Dopey” was being a bad little dwarf, he was peeking down her panties, trying to see her wet sweetness, a place and sight I would truly relish myself.
I wondered what “Dopey” was seeing. Was she clean shaved there, or did she have it barbered into some exotic pattern like a heart or something? That was a trend nowadays with some women. Was she a natural redhead, or was it a dye job? I jacked my cock faster as I watched my girl reach for the sides of her bra and pull it overhead revealing two mountains of mouthwatering perfection that I could spend a weekend appreciating in so many ways. My pace quickened yet again as she smoothed out those twin peaks with her hands, moving them this way and that, with me watching her reflection in the mirror lustily.
My heart almost skipped a beat as I saw her hands run seductively down her sides to her waist, grasping the hem of her shorts with her thumbs and begin to pull them down. Dammit! The mirror cuts off just above her bellybutton, how will I know…? “Dopey, help me out here buddy, shove her back a step or two so I can see!”
My grip tightened as my edging slowed while I watched intently with baited breath. The moment of truth was at hand, for both of us, as I saw the white flesh of her rotund biteable cheeks coming into view. Time seemed to stop as she slowly lowered those sweat-soaked shorts, bending over as she slid them down her thighs before letting them fall to the floor. Frantic, with an erratic pace I jacked and waited, hoping to see what that little fucker was privy to.
She turned and climbed into the shower, and I like the world and the “Tootsie Roll” may never know…but you can bet I will be watching again.