The Watcher 23

I slowly pulled the curtain back and sat down in the chair facing the window. I watch as you walk into the room with just a towel wrapped around your waist, and beads of water still sitting on your smooth chiseled chest. I remove my shift and panties knowing what will be happening next. I watch as you walk to the TV and turn it on, your favorite show is on HBO, and I can just make out the soft porn action happening on the screen.

This has become our Friday night ritual whenever your wife is out of town on business. You know I am watching, you have caught me several times in day light hours staring at you from across the fence. Our two bedrooms just happen to face each other in identical, but backwards houses.

My husband works late with his business every Friday night, and your wife is gone nearly three Fridays a week. Both of our spouses seem to be gone whenever the need for each other arises within us. We have never formally met, but I know you are Scott and you are about ten years younger than me. I know you do not work at an actual job site, and that you make a living at your computer. I imagine you are some sort of writer as I often see you at the supermarket buying reams of paper. You have casually spoken with my husband so you know I am a stay at home housewife, and that my husband does very well with his software business. You also know I am attracted to you, as you have often caught me staring at you. I do not break eye contact when you catch me as I want you to know I am looking. It excites me too think you know I am watching you on Fridays when you sit down to your HBO show.

You lay back on the bed propping yourself up those huge throw pillows your wife loves so much. Oh Yes Scott, I have watched a few of those nights also. You watch your show and casually glance at the window. Only once before have you gotten up and shut the blinds. Please do not do it tonight. You casually look away from the window after studying it for a few minutes, and back to your show. I know it is getting steamy on the TV as I see your towel begin to rise, and the object of my desire begins to realize it is that time again. Just take care of me tonight Scott. I have never told anyone about you, not even my best friend as I ma afraid of it getting back to you and our Friday rendezvous will stop.

I slowly begin to run my hands along my breasts paying extra attention to my hardening nipples as I began to feel the familiar tingle as your towel is now standing straight up. I know soon I will once again see that magnificent piece of God's creation. You begin to rub at the head as I slowly work my left hand down to my dampening entrance.

Your show is in full swing now, and the towel is finally removed and laid across your chest. I am in awe as I witness again the most magnificent work of art I have ever seen. Your cock stands fully proud, solid as a rock, and my pussy floods on initial sight.

Let me describe to you what I see. First of all it is by far the largest cock I have ever seen. It is at least nine maybe ten full inches when it is hard and standing proud. The cock you wield has to be as big around as a 20 oz. soda bottle and the veins show brilliantly along the bottom and sides of it. The hair is removed every Friday night and your smooth cock and heavy balls have a slight bronzed look to them, almost like you tan naked. The head of your cock makes my mouth water as it is very large and smooth. The texture looks the licked end of an ice cream cone, and it is as large as a small peach. My mouth waters every time I see you rub the pre cum around the head.

I am no where near as beautiful as you are but I am not bad for a 35 year old housewife. I jog daily to keep my bottom firm for these Friday nights. I am five foot tall EVEN, and weigh 102 lbs. religiously. My beasts are not my best feature as they are just 34 b's but my ass makes up for everything I lack upstairs. I have seen you looking at me as I jog by your house so I know if nothing else you find me attractive. I love to pull my auburn hair back in a pony tail and wear a baseball cap as I jog, because it gets the younger guys in our college town to watch as I jog by. My pussy has only ever had one cock in it and it is my husband's. We met in college and I married him the first year we knew each other. He is a good husband, loves me dearly, but he does lack where you excel.

I now have a finger slowly circling the entrance to my wet pussy as you begin to stroke your cock. I have this timed perfectly where we cum together almost every time. I watch as you begin the slow stroking motion, and I match your speed with penetration into my wetness. As you slide your left hand down between your legs to massage those beautiful full nuts, I move my right hand down and begin to stroke my clit back and forth while I continue the one finger penetration. When your right hand begins to slide the full length and circle the head gathering your pre cum with each upward stroke that is when I add the second finger. I match your speed as your hand travels that great distances up and down my fingers travel their short sporadic distance. I stare at nothing except your hand sliding up and down the length of your cock, over and over again. Your hand sliding around your head with each up stroke smearing that lovely glistening pre cum around the length of your cock for lubrication gets me closer to the brink.

I watch your hand picking up pace and soon your hand is a blurr. I push the third finger into myself and begin to really strum on my clit now. I know the end is coming soon, and I can feel the orgasm building. This is when I usually think about straddling your cock and lowering my tight pussy down onto that monster inch by wonderful inch, entering where no man has ever been before. OH Scott I am so close now, drive that big hard cock into me. Show me why I have lusted after you for nearly a year now. Show me why I spend every Friday night hoping your wife is out of town. Show me why I sit at this window imagining that cock sliding into me.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" I moan out loud as I watch your cock begin to spurt that beautiful creamy seed onto the towel on your chest.

This is what I wait all week for. I imagine myself sliding down that hard cock until I can feel it in my belly, and then I imagine the powerful bursts of semen you expel hitting the inside of my cervix, as I prey that I do not get pregnant. Child or no child there is no way I will let you pull that magnificent cock from me before those powerful bursts send me over the edge into orgasmic bliss.

"OH GOD YES SCOTT! YES I'M CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR HARDNESS!!!"

I say audibly as I cum to the site of your cock shooting its last burst into the wasted air. As I slowly regain my breath and thoughts I look over to you and see you staring directly at me. Do you see me? Have you been watching me also? Is there some light sneaking in that I am unaware of that lets you see me fingering myself to post orgasmic bliss?

"What are you doing?" John asks.

Oh my god. My husband is home early. I quickly look back at you and the light is off. Did he see you? Should I play it off like you weren't there?

"Getting ready for you honey!" I reply very sexily.

"MMMM My little baby." John says as he starts removing