He had walked out the back door of his country home into the cool night air. The sky was clear and the quarter moon cast a soft light over his rustic surroundings. Autumn was just beginning to make its impact as leaves were starting their fall change of color. The lone ash tree was the first to lay bare in anticipation of winters sleep. Jack zipped up his coat and made off with a quick pace toward the bike path which passed close to his property.
His nightly walks had become a set routine and his path rarely varied. Out of the house, down the lane and turn left toward the bike path. Take the bike path 1 mile east into town and turn right on Arlin. He would head .8 miles south to cut across the soccer fields, turn left on West Street and walk two blocks to 421. It was the most direct route and he saw no reason to change it. He was practical to a T and that wouldn't change. He always seemed to pause in contemplation before crossing the street but not for more than an instant. He looked over his shoulder as he dashed into the side yard and hunkered in between the bushes by the side of the house. Once there he crawled five feet south to the basement window and settled into his destination.
He peered through the window and into the dimly lit bedroom on the other side. There was a soft glow from canned lighting which was controlled by a dimmer switch on the south wall. At one time the curtain that hung over the window had just enough of a gap to see the bed on the other side. A couple weeks ago the curtain was no longer pulled shut but opened to one side which gave him full view of the entire room. He wasn't sure why it was opened but the other windows remained covered. This window however was no longer blocked and he could look directly down upon the bed below.
There was a time that he slept in that bed. They were in love but life had taken its toll and resentment had crept in. He thought of the time they shared with fond memories and remembered the feel of her skin against his. She was a beautiful woman with curly red hair which stopped just short of her shoulders. Although she was in her 40's, Lea had kept a nice figure which Jack still craved. After they had parted he kept his distance but the thought of her persisted. He would think of how they made love and how he had wanted to touch her in that way again. This craving eventually took control of his senses until it had driven him here.
He looked through the window and could see her shadow moving in the bathroom. He knew at ten she would get ready for bed. She would close her book, brush her teeth and walk to the side of the bed. She would slip off her robe and stretch. Jack loved to see her naked body as she reached for the ceiling. He loved the shape of her breasts and the way they pointed just a little north as she brought her arms over her head and arched her back. Her skin seemed to glisten in the warm soft light of the room and her full bottom pushed out invitingly as she stretched.
The first time he tried to return here it had taken him hours. He had turned around countless times telling himself how stupid it was to go. He would get within feet of her house but continued past it and on down the street. He had passed her neighbors who walked their dog every night as he made his way down the sidewalk. It was almost midnight when he finally got the nerve to sneak up to the house. He peaked into the window and watched her sleep. He had stayed for only a few moments before a cat calling for a mate had spooked him. He panicked and darted from behind the bushes in a flurry of awkward movements. He resolved to keep his cool after that and with each visit he was more comfortable and in control.
The next visit he arrived closer to ten and was able to watch her as she read and flipped through the pages of her book. Jack chuckled at the sight of Lea fondling her book unconsciously. Her fingers would pull at the pages from the remainder of the book and let them flip down like a deck of cards being shuffled. She had done that since she was young and it was a habit he adored. That night he stayed long after she had slipped into bed watching her snuggle under the blankets. Her breathing slowed until she was deep in sleep. He was about to leave when he notice her stirring again.
She tossed a couple times and became increasingly restless. He watched as her hand moved under the blankets and began to move over her body. In a quick jerk she threw the blankets off and over to one side of the bed. She must have gotten too hot in the night for Jack could see a glistening sheen cover her naked body as she lay there in the soft moonlight. He admired her body and the bronze glow of her skin. She brought her hand up to her belly and started to move it in circular motions and each pass came a little lower until her fingers brushed against her naked pooty which was shaven clean except for a small patch that he referred to as her landing strip. It was a neatly trimmed area about an inch wide and two inches long that lead straight down in a v shape to her pleasure region. Her fingers played with the short hairs in a stimulating fashion letting her nails lightly run lightly against the skin beneath. He watched as her hips moved up to meet her fingers and then would lower back down to the sheet below.
She brought her other hand to her full round breasts and ran her finger tips around her nipple. She lifted her hand to her mouth and moistened her finger so they would glide softly around them. She cupped her breast and squeezed softly pushing it against herself. She brought her other hand up to her mouth and moistened it also and reached for her other breast. Jack could feel himself becoming aroused at the sight of Lea pleasing herself. He longed to be next to her as she traced her fingers around her nipples. He remembered when it was his tongue that traced around her nipples. He laughed at the memory of her declaring how the cold air would make them stick out and how he would remind her that they always stuck out.
He watched as her hands slid down the sides of her slender waist and passed on to her full rounded hips. She brought them up again to meet her breast and then let them drift down and gently caress her abdomen just above her prize. She pushed the heel of her hand firmly against her pelvic bone and dropped her finger tips into the folds until she found her wetness. She spread her lips and let her fingers slide inside and pulled them out revealing warm liquid which clung to her fingers. Her hips rose again as she plunged deeper inside. She looked down to watch as her hips and fingers softly slid together and then pulled apart. Her head fell against the pillow as she inched her way further inside and then slowly exited her vaginal canal. She licked her fingers and tasted the sweet nectar that now started to drip from her. She was so wet Jack could see the sheen on her fingers as she licked them again.
