He stood in the shadows of her closet watching the object of his affections. He tried to prop himself up against the cold corner of the darkened shelter from which he had chosen to hide and take in the beauty of this 19 year old vixen. As he peered through the small slender wooden slats of her closet door, he wanted so badly to yell out and let her know that he was watching her.
His large rough hand slithered down and quietly unzipped the cold metal zipper of his sweat soaked jeans. He prayed that she would not hear him. He carefully pulled out his large aching cock from its restraints and slowly began massaging it. The view he was taking in was something he had only been able to fantasize about; until now.
Her name was Ivy Grant. She was 19 years old, but built like a classic beauty of at least 30 years old. Her long golden blonde hair cascaded down her perfectly tanned back. The tips of the small tight curls rested just above her ass crack. She was tall and had the most gorgeous legs, long and tan and seemed to go on for miles. Her ass was perfectly round with a small brown freckle resting on her right ass cheek.
John couldn't help but massage his cock harder just staring at her undressing, preparing to bathe. He bit his bottom lip to conceal his heavy breaths. He began to move his hips slightly, humping the air. But in his mind, he was humping that hot little teen vixen that stood just a few feet away from him.
John had watched Ivy grow up over the years. They had been neighbors since Ivy's parents moved into the neighborhood 12 years ago. From his upstairs bedroom window, John would often watch Ivy emerge from her palatial 2-story house, most times to greet a boy that had come over to see her.
But something had changed. Ivy was no longer a tall gangly teenager with braces. She had blossomed into a sex goddess, almost over night. Suddenly she no longer had braces, she was no longer flat chested and her ass was superb when she slid it into a tight fitting pair of jeans.
John began to realize that he was staring at her more and more. Often coming home early before his wife got home from work just so he could have an hour or so to take in Ivy's sexy appearance. He had jacked himself off more then a few times while watching Ivy sunbathe in her front yard.
He would often moan her name over and over as he jacked himself off faster and faster then depositing his cum all over himself and whatever happened to be on his desk at the time.
However, on this particular day, John wanted more then to just see the vixen from his tiny bedroom window. He wanted to be close to the woman that had been unknowingly satisfying him for months now. So, John quietly crept across the street and made his way into Ivy's backyard.
He could hear music coming from her open bedroom window, he hoped this would mask any noise that he might make upon entering her house.
Quietly he snuck up to the backdoor, jiggling it just a bit. He was relieved to find it unlocked. So with the precision of a cat burglar, John slithered into the kitchen, closing and locking the door behind him. He could hear Ivy singing along with the radio upstairs. He smiled as he began his journey up the winding staircase.
Getting into Ivy's bedroom proved easier then John had hoped for. Ivy was already in the bathroom running her bath water, so John crept into her bedroom and quickly made his way to her closet, shutting it as quietly as possible.
His heart jumped when he saw Ivy enter the room wearing nothing but a towel. She stood at her dresser picking out a white lace thong and a matching white lace bra.
She turned and tossed them on the bed before slowly removing her towel and letting it fall down her perfect body.
John was taken back by her beauty thus causing him to fall back just a bit into her clothes, making the wire hangers clank against one another.
Ivy froze for a moment, sensing she was not alone in the house. She began to look around suspiciously. After realizing the sound came from her closet, she turned and faced the white slatted doors. After staring for a few minutes, a sly devilish grin appeared on her face. She had a feeling she was being watched and this excited her tremendously.
She put her arms above her head causing her perfectly round tits to rise to attention. Her long slender fingers scooped up her hair into a tiny tight bun atop her head. She closed her eyes and seductively licked her bottom lip making it glossy and sexy. When she was satisfied it was wet enough, she brought her finger up to her mouth.
Her eyes never left the closet doors as she sucked in 2 of her fingers, rolling her tongue around the long nails and sucking on the saliva that had coated her flesh. Ivy let out a long moan as she slid her fingers down to her small tan nipple. She cooed and groaned as her fingertip circled the warm flesh of her sexy teen tit.
John's cock was becoming like a rod of steel in his palm. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on. How long could he just stand there and watch this hot sexy bitch standing there naked and rubbing her hot salty saliva all over her hot round tits?
His balls were so tight they ached and his cock throbbed as a small amount of pre-cum oozed out of his engorged piss hole. He bit his lip harder, tasting his own blood.
Ivy knew she was being watched and wanted to give the best show she could. So she slowly walked over to her blue satin waterbed and climbed on top of the covers. She loved the way the satin felt on her naked body. She wasted no time spreading her beautiful legs wide open, revealing the hottest pussy that John had ever seen in his life.
