Silhouette

I had taken a walk in the cool spring night to get some air. A night owl flew over head and landed in a nearby tree. Watching the owl fly is when I first saw the woman. She was standing in a window on the second story. The lighting only allowed me to see her silhouette. She was combing her hair. There was something about the way she stoked the brush slowly down through her long hair.

I stood still and took a long look. I could see her facial outline and her half hidden neck. I followed her outline down and could see the gentle slope of her breasts. I watched them rise and fall with each breath she took. They weren't big, maybe 34b, but slightly pointing upward and the ends. I could tell by the way the fabric of her clothing hung off her breast tips that she was wearing a night shirt or gown. The fabric hung loose from her breasts. I could also see the flow of her bubble butt.

I watched her move the brush slowly down throught her hair and than flip outward at the end. She did this over and over. Her breasts not only moved with her breathing but jiggled slightly with the movement of the brush strokes.

I could have watched her for hours if she hadn't reached up and pulled the chain to the over head light, plunging the room into darkness.

I visited the spot several times during the week and watched her comb her hair. Sometimes she wore different clothes judging by the way they hung on her body. I could always just see her silhouette. It was driving me crazy.

Than one night in the late summer, I showed up a little late for the brushing. She wasn't at the window. I started to leave when she walked in front of the window. Her silhouette was different tonight. I looked closer, wanting to make sure I was seeing what I thought I saw. WOW! she was naked. I could not detect any clothing and I could see her hardened nipples. Most likely from the air coming in from the window. Her body outline was perfect. I could even see a hint of pubic hair covering her pussy. She had a towel wrapped around her head so she must have just come from the shower. I watched as she reached up undid the towel and began to dry her hair. I had always enjoyed her combing her hair, it was sexy. But tonight as she rubbed her hair with the towel, I began to feel a lust for this woman. I felt myself getting hard. And the swaying of her breasts as she dryed her hair only added to the fire in my loins.

Way too soon she was done. She threw the towel down and I watched her breasts hardly move as she bent down to pick up a gown. She bunched it up and raised her arms to pull the gown over her body. Suddenly there was the figure of a man stepping up behind her. He grabbed her raised arms and in an instant, had her hands bound. Producing a small rope, he threw it up over the overhead light and tied the ends together between her hands. Now she could do nothing but stand there. He leaned forward and said something to her as his hands slowly moved down her arms.

Reaching her shoulders, he slid his hands around to the front of her body and began to mold his fingers over her breasts. I wanted to run up and help her. But I didn't know if she needed help and I had no way of knowing how to get to where she was.

I was having trouble breathing and my cock was so hard it hurt. I reached down and undid my pants. They fell to my feet and I grabbed myself the whole time never taking my eyes off of the silhouettes, my hand moved up and down my own hardness.

The man worked over her breasts than slowly moved his fingers towards her nipples. Than he captured each nipple between his fingers, rolling and pulling them. Her mouth fell open as she gasped. Her head fell back against her chests. Moments went by as he continued the fondling before moving his left hand downward across her belly and into her pubic hair. She kept her head against his chest as his finger extended and started making a circular motion. I could only guess that he had found her clit. She didn't pull back or any other movement until his finger went lower. I saw what appeared to be a push of his hand against her. She pulled back slightly but only managed to push her butt against his groin.

Now I could see his hand pushing and pulling. He had his finger in her cunt and soon she began to push forward against his hand. Her nipples appeared harder now as he fingered her pussy. In and out. In and out. My hand matching his.

Suddenly, he stopped. Reaching up, he undid the rope and pushed her forward. Their silhouettes disappeared. But in a moment they appeared in another window.

He pushed her until she was bent over a sofa. He had one hand on the middle of her back as the other ran down between her legs. After a couple of strokes of his hand. He moved back and undid his pants. I watched as he raised each leg than threw his pants to the side. His cock was silhouetted and it looked to be about 7" or 8" long but not fully hard yet. He stepped back up to her butt, grabbed his cock and ran it up and down her furrow several times. When it had hardened fully he aimed it at her and slowly pushed. Her head came up and her mouth fell open. She wasn't trying to move, she only stood there as this man fed his cock to her. I could only imagine the feel of her pussy around his cock as he pushed in. The heat of her and the tightness as the walls of her pussy clasping at the hardness invading her body

After a couple of inches where in, he stopped, pulled back and than pushed again. This time going a little deeper. I couldn't tell how big around he was but judging by the trouble he was having, he must have been big. After several pushed, he was fully embedded in her. He stopped for a moment before he pulled back and began to plow into her with a steady flow. With each inward thrust, her body jerked and I could see her breasts bounce off the sofa.

It didn't take long before she was pushing back to meet his every thrust. I myself was increasing the speed of my own hand. His hand was no longer on her back but now he had hold of her hips as her fucked her harder and harder.

After about 15 mintues, she arched her back and held still as she climaxed. I saw him drive hard into her and hold her hips as he too appeared to be cumming. I could also feel what he felt. I could almost smell the scent of hot summer sex. The sight sent me over the edge and my balls tightened and I too saw stars as I wet the ground with my seed.

I stood there, dick in hand and watched as a thin line of cum hung between her and him as he pulled out, turned, grabbed his pants than left.

She lay there for a moment. Than she stood up, turned towards the window and walked to the edge of the window sill. The street light hit her body and allowed me to now see her. Her breasts, her nipples and her swollen pussy lips were all when my eye sight. She looked down at me, allowed me to look fully upon her body shinning from the heat of the evening's sex, threw me a kiss and pulled her window shades down. How long had she known I was there? Was this show all for me??

I froze where I stood. Cum dripping off my dick, my pants at my feet and the memory of the face and body of our pastor's new wife.