I haven't seen you in a long, long time, so I decide to surprise you one day. I wait until I can see you from your bedroom window - it's Sunday and you're getting together some laundry to wash for the coming week. I notice you are wearing a tight white tank top and thin white shorts, and I can see your bra easily through your shirt; in fact, your shirt is low enough that you can make out the edges of your nipples peeking over the neckline. I stare at your curves and I begin to get very hard. Through the window, as you bend forward facing it to pick some clothes up off the floor, your chest spills forward in the shirt, driving my eyes and my body wild.
I stare into such deep cleavage and I want it all to be mine to play with. I watch as your perky breasts, firm, round balls of skin jiggle in your shirt as it struggles to keep them contained. The amount of your deep cleavage is amazing, and I watch you bounce around in your shirt temptingly as you pick up the last of the clothes. You take the basket and leave through your bedroom door, I know there's no one else home, and that I could probably sneak by the laundry room undetected, so I decide that's what I want to do.
I wait a second, then go to your back door and let myself in. I sneak my way through your home as I've done so many times before, to the door of the laundry room where you're separating your whites and darks. Not noticing me standing in the shadows, you begin to peel off your shirt slowly. I watch the skin reveal itself, until you're pulling your shirt above your head, with your arms raised high above you, your chest lifting and your breasts falling into one another, creating tight cleavage that I wish my tongue could explore. Your bra is showing off an evil amount of skin just as you throw the shirt into the wash. The bra is black and a little small for your size, it cuts into your chest at the top, your skin slipping over the edge of the material and bouncing with even the slightest movement you make. It looks to me as though you're going to pop out of it at times as you sort - one strap falling off your shoulder temptingly before you replace it to its position.
I'm standing in your hallway, and now my cock is *very* hard and I can't help but continue staring, I want nothing more than to make my presence known, but I'm still in hiding a bit - wanting to watch you longer. You finish sorting your laundry and start the washer. I didn't think it was possible, but this is when I got even harder - with your back toward me, you undo your bra and slip it off, throwing it in with the rest of the dark clothes. Topless but not facing me, I watch you pick up a long white nightgown from on top of the machine and slip into it; I can picture the soft material sliding down your nipples as it covers your breasts in a translucent way. You turn toward me as you start to button the first button, showing off your toned belly and tanned skin; you're showing so much skin that my cock is starting to ache in my pants. I watch you continue to button it up some more, but before you can reach the last button and turn around to leave the room, I've already snuck up to your room and ducked into your closet.
A few seconds later you enter the room, only a few buttons on your nightgown are buttoned, and I still have a great view of your cleavage as you sit down on your bed. As I stare from out of the closet, I realize why you haven't done the entire gown up - you're going to shower. Waiting to make my move, you pick up a towel from off the bed and leave the room. I sneak out of the closet as I hear you turn on the water; I move behind your bedroom door and wait for you to come back into the room. When you're done, you come back into the room empty handed and brush the door closed a bit, not looking behind it as you walk in the room. You go across the bedroom and pick up elastic to tie your hair up, and I start to make my move.