Patrick tried to think of something else. Guttering. His brother's football game. Fixing the bannister at home. But all thoughts led back to Anna on the doorstep that morning. Her hair, it was her hair -- that's all, so she hadn't done her hair and it was different, that's all. But, oh wow, amazing hair. And that tiny bit of cleavage, teasing what pleasures lay underneath. He reached down for his screwdriver and glanced through the window.
Anna looked at her breasts. She thought they were ok, not problematic like some women with large breasts. They looked good, she thought, as she cupped them, smoothing her hardening nipples through the fabric of her bra.
There's only one reason women need to take their knickers off, Anna. And it's NEVER for that!
Patrick stared for a moment. He could see Anna's reflection in her mirror, just, although the door partly obscured it. He looked away, she must have forgotten he would be able to see her. He picked up his screwdriver and looked back up at the guttering... But he had to look. He wanted to see her. He wanted to know what she would do next. He glanced again, she was still there, just standing, looking in the mirror in small white knickers and a plain white bra. Her hands were on her breasts, stroking them, squeezing them.
Patrick's heart started racing, his cock was stirring in his jeans and he began to sweat. He looked away; pull yourself together, fella! You're spying on a woman in her own home. Woah, this is not cool. But oh my god, this is so hot. He glanced back; Anna had slipped one of her nipples out from the cup of her bra, she tweaked it and rolled it around in her fingers, never taking her eyes away from her reflection. Patrick's cock started to harden; he was torn. This was the hottest thing that had happened to him, perhaps ever. But he couldn't stay here, like a Peeping Tom. All of a sudden, he dropped his screwdriver, it fell on the tiles with a loud clatter. Fuck!
Anna heard the noise and jumped; she'd almost forgotten he was there. She paused for a moment. What was she doing?! Out of the corner of her eye she could make him out; still, and -- she thought -- looking in.
Slowly she nudged the door so that it was fully open, and he could see everything.
Patrick drew a sharp breath as Anna opened the door and he could see her whole body, from her crazy wild hair hanging down over her breasts -- which were much bigger than he'd previously thought, one pink, hard nipple standing tall - down over her flat stomach and curved hips to her simple, yet so sexy white cotton pants. Tight pants. He thought he could make out her pussy lips, but he wasn't sure. He stared for a long time, his cock now fully erect and massively uncomfortable, he adjusted it in his jeans, taking the opportunity to rub it, just a little bit. This was too much. But she knew he was there now; he was sure of it, so he stared.
Anna's heart quickened. She hadn't ever dreamed of doing something like this -- literally the thought had never occurred to her. But she was loving it. She could feel Patrick's eyes on her and her pussy moistened, she so badly wanted to touch herself but, she couldn't, it was too private. Wasn't it?! Her hands found their way back to her nipples, she freed the second one and clutched both breasts hard, pulling at the end of her nipples like she'd done so many times before, by herself, in the dead of night.
Patrick leant against the wall, not even bothering to pretend he was looking elsewhere now. His hand rubbed his cock through his jeans; he ached to take it out.
Anna reached around and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor she admired herself -- this new version of herself that cuts up jeans and plays with her tits in front of strangers. Her tits, yes, tits, not breasts. She turned slightly to look at her ass, round and -- so Babushka had told her on many occasions -- big. She pulled her pants up into her crack, revealing her fleshy pert ass, grabbed a cheek and squeezed it. The movement parted her pussy lips a little, slightly satiating her desire to stroke them. She shuddered. She badly wanted to look at Patrick but she was scared that if she did, the spell would be broken.
Patrick stared on, he couldn't look away even if he'd wanted to, he was transfixed, his cock straining as he rubbed the tip through the fabric. It was so hot he wondered if he might actually cum right there in his jeans.
Anna's hands moved around her ass and up onto her hips, she let them rest there for a moment, one finger tucked into the waistband of her knickers. Her panties. Her pussy was burning, her panties moist, she sweated. She could see Patrick was unmoving, he was definitely watching. He must be enjoying it too, otherwise he'd have left. She took a deep breath and slid a hand into her knickers, over her mound and down into the hot, wet folds. She trembled, she had never been this excited and knew that it would be seconds before she exploded if she wasn't careful. She trailed her fingers softly around and around her lips, getting close to her clitoris, and then moving away, teasing herself, watching herself.
Patrick couldn't take anymore. He looked around, no one could see him. He undid his zipper hastily and groaned as he freed his throbbing cock. The warm summer breeze teased it, a sensual relief from the tight constraints of his clothes. He grasped his cock and slowly began to move up and down -- all the way from the base, then back up to the top, where he let a finger roll over his tip, and back down again.
Anna heard Patrick groan. She could see he was moving now, very slowly, rhythmically. It thrilled her to think of her exciting him. She wanted to show him more. She sat down on the floor, leaning back against the wall she parted her legs, the wet from her pussy had made her knickers almost see through. Running her hands down from her knees, back south, pressing open her legs even further as she did so, she pulled her knickers aside and spread her lips before sliding one finger inside, in and out.
Patrick's movements became more furious. He didn't want to cum yet, but it was so intense. He tried to slow down, breathing deep, rubbing the pre-cum around the end of his cock. Oh god, I'm so close.
With one finger still in her pussy, Anna finally touched her clitoris. A few gentle flicks and she could already feel the heat building, an energy balling and growing, and surging. She stopped for a moment, gasping. She needed to see him.
Anna looked up at Patrick, their eyes met -- wild, sweaty faces. He felt it building fast. Oh god, I'm.. I'm... he took another look at Anna's fingers on her pussy and smoothed more hot precum around his bell end imagining his cock was sliding over pussy lips... then he took another, final deep stroke as he imagined plunging inside her.
Just one glimpse of Patrick, his hot dark cock in his hand, the lust in his eyes, and Anna could hold on no longer. Looking straight at Patrick, she thrust her fingers as far inside her cunt as she could and tipped herself over the edge with a few circles on her clitoris. Huge, hot waves shook her from within, blinding yet so colourful. Her fingers drenched in her cum. Watching Anna cumming and lost in the thought of filling up her pussy with his throbbing cock, Patrick exploded with a long groan, pumping out more and more cum until he collapsed, leaning heavily against the wall, breathing heavily.
When Anna opened her eyes she saw Patrick leaning on the windowsill, tucking himself in. He looked up and smiled. She smiled back, then got up, went back into her bedroom, and shut the door.
