He waited in the dark.
This had been his routine for several weeks now, the long drive, waiting by the window until the light comes on. She was no stranger to him. They had met through friends and he had been in love ever since. But she was way to good for him and he knew it. Many times he dreamed about asking her out but never got the nerve. Then one night he followed her home and he watched her house from across the road and wondered what she was doing. And as he thought about what her life was like hidden behind the wall, the light came on in the bedroom. It attracted him like a moth to a flame, he knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it. So started the ritual, two sometimes three times a night. Watching as she prepares her self for the night. Mesmerized as she undressed, revealing her beautiful form. She was 39 but still gorgeous in his eyes. With large breasts that seemed to beg for his tongue. And while he so loved to watch her nightly preparations for slumber, what he longed for was the nights when she choose to pleasure herself.
Twice before he had witnessed it. She would lay across her bed, legs open wide, showing him the perfect view of her wide open pussy. With a vibrator circling her nipples and a huge dildo in her cunt, she would work herself up into a writhing, quake of an orgasm. But she was never satisfied with just one, this sexual beast could only be satisfied with 3 or 4 such eruptions. Unwilling to tear himself away even for a second, his cum would exploded on the wall outside her window. He smiled as he wondered if she noticed the stains on the wall outside her windows, if she touched it trying to determine the source. If she smelt her fingers to try to determine its odor. Once, he even tried the window, not sure if he found it unlocked if he would actually be brave enough to try to enter the room and enter her. But as luck would have it the, the window was secure.
So he watched. She entered the bedroom wearing her pink terrycloth robe she always put on after her shower and walked to her dresser. Then his heart skipped a beat as she reached into her drawer and retrieved the devises that brought them both such joy and a bit of jealousy on his part. She dropped her robe to the floor and the sight of her nude body made him instantly hard. As she lay across the bed, she positioned herself in such a way as to give him the best view possible, and it suddenly hit him! Could she know that he's there? Could she be putting on her show for him? No, he decided, for surely rather than reward him with sure a wonderful display of her womanhood, he would be punished with an arrest record. No, I am safe, he thought.
As he pondered his dilemma he became aware of the soft humming of the vibrator. He gazed through the window and saw her staring the ritual he had come to look forward to. The vibrator was making its slow circles around her nipples as she rubs her pussy with her fingers in order to get her natural juice flowing enough to take the intrusion of the dildo. He wondered again, as he had in the past, why she never used lubrication. Perhaps, he thought, she enjoyed the slow build-up waiting on nature offered.