Jamal stood in awe at the side of the road. Dusk had fallen and his work on the tobacco farm was done for the day. Jamal was from Jamaica and travelled north for the past two summers for field work in Ontario. He was two kilometres in to his four kilometre walk home and was looking forward to getting home, cracking open a beer and putting his feet up for the evening. Every night he passed an old Victorian style farmhouse which intrigued his curiosity. It was a two-story brick house with a wrap around porch in the front and sides of the house. The second floor had a large picture window and glass door which led to a second floor veranda. Every night as he walked by, the room glowed softly with warm amber lights. Like clock work, he would see a blonde woman walk across the width of the picture window, stop and gently close the sheers that hung on the inside.
This night was no different except that tonight Jamal had decided that he wanted a closer look at the little cutie who drew the sheers. He wanted to see more tonight than the faint shadows that he had seen for the past couple of nights. Jamal wandered from the side of the road and quietly crept to the side of the house to his destination at the rear of the farmhouse. The back of the house was similar to the front in that it had a veranda like patio leading from a set of sliding doors on the back side of the bedroom. Wooden stairs lead from this 2nd storey patio down to the back yard. Jamal quietly crept up the stairs in the dark to the patio. He could see the patio door was open and only a screen door stood between him outside and the leggy blonde on the inside. Jamal was careful to stand only in the shadows. His dark clothes helped conceal his presence on the perch outside.
He gazed around the empty room. To his right he could see a king size bed with the headboard up against the wall. On the side of the bed closest to him there was a wooden nightstand with drawers. On the other side of the bed stood an identical night stand and next to it was an opened door with a full-length mirror. Jamal could make out in the reflection on the mirror that the door led into a large en-suite bathroom. He could tell from the reflection that the bathroom was large and well lit. Directly across the room from where he stood, Jamal could see the large picture window with the sheers drawn shut and a wooden door with a glass plate running the entire length of it. On the wall opposite the headboard and to his left, Jamal could see three doors. The centre door was the only one open and he could see that it led to a small foyer or landing area at the top of the stairs. The other two doors were both closed but each had a full-length mirror hanging from them. These doors led to his and hers walk-in closets.
Out of the corner of his eye Jamal noticed movement inside of the bathroom. He directed his attention to the mirror which reflected the bathroom's contents. He could see a woman draped in a towel which covered the top of her breasts to the middle of her thighs. The woman was standing in front of a vanity tussling her long platinum blonde hair which fell to the bottom of her should blades. Her hair had obviously been tied up to stay dry during her bath. The blonde tip toed from the bathroom to the plush cream coloured carpet of the bedroom. She crossed the room directly in front of Jamal and made her way to the walk-in closet on the front side of the house. She opened the door and stepped just inside. On her right, she opened the top drawer of a dresser and selected a pair of white stockings and a garter belt. She opened the drawer directly below it and pulled out a satin white bra and matching thong. She disappeared further into the closet and out of Jamal's sight.
Seconds later she reappeared holding a see through white teddy. She had now lost her towel. Jamal was awestruck. Never before had he seen such a gorgeous woman. She appeared almost six feet tall. She had prominent breasts that were full and plump, perhaps a 'C' cup, that hung slightly from her chest due mostly from their weight, he was sure. She had dark brown aureoles that were the size of a bottle cap and nipples that looked like soft buds. Her legs were long and lean. Muscle tone was evident as she walked. Her skin looked soft and smooth. The blonde sauntered across the room and sat on a settee at the foot of the bed. She gracefully took one sheer white stocking, rolled it in a bunch in her hand and very erotically began to slowly pull it up her toned leg. She pulled tight at the top and stretched the fabric across the top of her thigh. The darker white band at the top of her stocking rested two inches below her honey-pot. With the grace of a ballerina she fastened the garter to the stocking at the front and the back. She repeated the actions with her other leg. Next, the blonde goddess pulled the white satiny thong up both of her legs. She stood at this moment and turned with her back to Jamal. The long thin triangle slipped easily in place between her tight muscular cheeks.
Jamal began to feel himself stiffen. The crotch of his workpants became noticeably strained as he watched the decoration of this truly wonderful gift. The woman now bent over slightly and picked up her satiny white bra. Her legs were spread slightly, her ass was perfectly framed by the stocking tops, the satin garter straps and the thong waistband. Her skin was tanned brown with slight tan lines overlapping the thong's silky triangle. The bra's clasp was in the front and Jamal did not see much as she, with her back to him fastened the front of the bra and adjusted her rounded orbs into the soft but structured garment. The teddy was the last garment to be hung from this piece of art. She slipped it delicately over her head and the silky garment floated down her curvaceous body like a spring rain. It was more like a see though dress than a teddy Jamal noticed, but the effect was the same.
Jamal's blood stiffened piece now extended down his left leg as he began to squeeze the head and the shaft with his right hand. The beauty sat on the settee again, reached down to the side of it and picked up a pair of white patent leather stilettos. The heel was at least 4 inches. She elegantly put each of the stilettos on her feet and rose again from the settee. She returned to the mirror hanging on the door of her walk in closet. She inspected herself first at the top by again tussling her straight platinum long blonde hair. She next adjusted her see through nightie at the shoulders, pulled on the edges of her bra and then slid her fingers on the inside hem of her thong and ran them to the bottom of her groin. She did a quick turn, inspected her backside and then walked to the middle door that led to the exit of the room and called out, "Paul, can you help me up here for a second?"
"O.K. Tabs. I'll be there in a minute!" was the shouted response.
The blonde quickly shuffled into her closet and closed the door, leaving a slight gap from which she could see. Jamal was eager to see what was going to happen next. He remained in the shadows but close the screen door, so that he could here what was said. He continued with his manual movements below his waist.
Paul appeared at the door of the bedroom. "Tabitha? Where are you?" he called. He walked to the centre of the room. As he did, the blonde Tabitha opened the door and scampered up behind him. She quickly put her hands to his eyes as she stood behind him and said, "Guess who?" In her four inch heals, Tabitha towered over Paul. He was six feet tall with short dark hair. He was wearing khaki pants and a blue Oxford shirt.
"Is it my gorgeous wife?" he replied.
