G'Morning...Here you go, copied/pasted like before...I think I will do this always...seems to be easier for ALL comcerned.
DM

“What are you up to my little cherub?”

She was the latest of my visual delights, a red haired, green-eyed Rubenesque beauty, a sharp dresser with exquisite tastes in her décor and surroundings. Peering through the lens, I spied on her, thinking she was probably working yet again on more paperwork at her desk. But something was amiss. Her business suit was unbuttoned, her Tiffany lamp was on, giving off its warm glow, and she seemed lost in thought with a hand at 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. My “interests” perked up when I saw her hands reaching for the buttons of her blouse, undoing the first…the second…before she looked around, reaching across the desk and turned off the lamp. 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 surged as I watched her cross the small office, flip on a stereo and began to stretch out her ample form. She leaned against the exercise bike, bending over it slowly as she pointed a leg back and curled it deliciously to her backside, easily grasping it with her hand. She held it in place, her muscles tensing and moving like she had done this many times before. She did the same to the other, and 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.
I watched keenly. Hopping on the bike, 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 I was privy to my own “Flash dance”. Her legs, thighs, and calves rippled and flexed with every thrust, with my cock swelling in time with 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. Her routine went on for some thirty minutes, with my attentions being clearly tested several times.
She seeming to have satisfied her need for speed and slowed to a halt, 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 to a private bath room, flicking on a switch. It was a moment where I always wondered if I will get to see….
She had done this to me several times before. I would “tune in” and watch the show, only to be disappointed by “station identification” aka: a closed door.
Stepping into the room and into the light, I saw her and all her sweaty Rubenesque glory. She was magnificent. I watched her stand before the mirror wiping sweat and checking herself over. 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. On her panty line she had a tattoo 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 sight I would relish myself.
I wondered what “Dopey” was seeing. Was she clean shaven 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 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, as I watched her reflection in the mirror lustily.
My heart skipped a beat as her hands ran seductively down her sides to her waist, grasping the hem of her shorts with her thumbs and began 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 biteable cheeks coming into view. Time seemed to stop. She slowly lowered those sweat-soaked shorts. Bending over, she slid them down her thighs before letting them fall to the floor. I jacked and waited, hoping to see what that lucky little tattoo was privy to.
She turned and climbed into the shower, and I like the rest of the world and the “Tootsie Roll Pop” fans may never know…but you can bet I will be watching again.