Naked, Rosa stood in the marble and stainless steel kitchen brewing tea. Beyond the panoramic window, across the divide, that long ago may or may not have been a river servicing the town, but now separated her property from the modern six storey car park opposite, she saw the slightest of movements in the shadows.
Still facing the window, for effect, she stretched languorously cat-like, allowing herself the briefest of smiles. Raising supple arms above her head Rosa groaned inwardly knowing that this simple act would lift her breasts high as flexing arms drew their bounteous beauty upward. A slight tingle started in her nipples making them come erect, sending the briefest of messages careering towards her pussy.
At barely five feet tall on a good day, she tended a little towards being plump, her breasts a very pleasing 36B were full but firm, soft but malleable and still slightly up tilted. Silken tawny hair cut to shoulder length framed a pretty, cherubic face, full lips and a petite nose almost completing the picture. Her eyes however, were outstanding, a beautiful green, shot with yellow giving her a predatory look, that of a tigress hunting a mate.
Of Italian descent she had the slightly darker complexion of the race which added to her beauty. Born Rosalina twenty three years ago, she had never desired to marry and only ever hooked up with one guy long term, although there had never been any shortage of partners, if only for one night.
Glancing toward the window she saw that he was there again, her own private Peeping Tom, now drinking in her naked beauty, she knew that shortly he would be rubbing his cock as he watched her. Thoughts of him responding to her loveliness and total lack of shame caused twinges in her pussy as nipples became more erect by the second.
Two or three times a week they played this game, he spying and her going about her business pretending that she didn't know he was there. In the beginning she had been surprised and perhaps a little shocked to think that someone might be watching her going to and fro naked as she did things in her kitchen. However she was damned if she was going to change her habits because of a Peeping Tom. Once having grown used to the idea of him being out there the thought began to amuse her, eventually causing her to indulge in erotic fantasies about him, secure in the knowledge that he was out there, and she, safely indoors.
Now, she smiled, as thoughts of him out there slowly rubbing his cock made her want to be daring this night. Bringing her arms down Rosa easily filled her small hands with her sumptuous breasts, gently tweaking already erect nipples to stiffen them even further, while hoping that he would be able to see the response in them.
'Tonight,' she thought, 'tonight would be for him, tonight she would put on a real show, a show that would leave him gasping.' For the first time she had become horny and she wanted to see him, wanted to watch him pumping his cock, wanted to see his cumm spurting from the single eye, tonight she would masturbate for him.
Running one hand down her body she lightly brushed over the neatly trimmed heart shaped area of pubic hair above the 'V' until reaching the rapidly swelling lips of her now hungry pussy. Gently she allowed the index finger of her right hand to slip between those lips and into the wetness of her desire before drawing it through them in a gentle downward stroke to where juices had quietly begun to bubble.
'Yes,' she thought, 'I am wet, very wet, come my phantom lover, show yourself, let me see what you are concealing out there in shadowland.'
Stretching out one leg Rosa carefully hooked her foot around a chair slowly drawing it across the floor toward her. When she felt that the position had become just right for his optimum advantage she placed the foot on it, thus opening herself up for her nocturnal viewer. Swollen lips parted easily, now dripping with unconcealed desire as the wanton passion of the moment mounted inside her.
Gently she began to rub her clit, feeling it too beginning to seek out passage from under its protective hood. All the while she gazed through the window at the spot where she knew he would be watching and rubbing his cock She willed him to come out from his concealment, wanting the visual stimulation that she believed his cock would draw from her very depths. Knowing that to be able to see him would at least make one of her fantasies about him become a reality.
Eventually he did step from the shadows and what she saw almost made her jaw drop. In his furiously pumping hand was perhaps the biggest real cock she had ever seen, Rosa figured that it must be around eight inches in length and could also see that it was quite fat.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "that is enormous," her fingers then began to blur as using two of them she literally assaulted her now turgid clit with renewed vigour. Tension building inside as messages triggered synapses from eyes to brain and from brain to fingers and pussy alike.
She knew that her orgasm would be swift and prayed that he might cumm with her. Rosa knew that there could be no holding back as she rushed headlong toward the eternal bliss that the French call The little Death. "Oh lover, cumm just before I do, please let me see you cumm!"
Almost as though on cue she saw him stiffen and rub more slowly as his cumm shot from the little eye to spurt some distance in front of him. She saw at least four large spurts before her own body submitted to its needs making her climax with a loud cry as the force of her orgasm tore through her, making her knees go weak and almost collapsing with its intensity.
Eventually able to look up she saw him still standing there, he mouthed the words thank you and vanished back into the shadows. Rosa grabbed up a couple of kitchen towels that she used to wipe the juices from the inside of her thighs, her body still trembling from her hard cumm. She was pleased that this night one of her fantasies had indeed come true.
The remainder of the evening was dull by comparison, she made her tea taking it into the living room where she tried to watch the TV. Finding it impossible to concentrate, as images of her phantom lover and the elephants trunk that masqueraded as a cock driving her out of her mind so she decided to go to bed.
However, bed proved to be no consolation either, tossing and turning, sleep just would not come, Rosa was still hot and horny from the experience and found that she had to masturbate once more to ease the dull nagging ache that persisted in her pussy.
Now sleep came to her and exhausted she drifted off relatively quickly, the time was around 3am.
The next evening he wasn't there, nor the second, believing that the spell for him might have now been broken, that he had achieved the ultimate. Disappointed Rosa resigned herself to fate, went back to her computer with yet another mug of tea tried to work on the erotic poetry for her third book of poems.
She found working difficult, the image of him still dominating, thoughts of him flashing through and visions of what to her was a most magnificent cock flowed without the slightest effort, continuing their journey through the maelstrom that had become her waking mind.
Almost at the end of her tether, a knot in her stomach that positively ached, desperately wanting to see him again, wanting to see that magnificent specimen once more she was about to shut down the computer when the bell rang. Getting up from her chair she threw on a robe that was kept on a hook close by and opened the front door.
