Fifty-Five Precious Minutes Ch. 02

At 2.12pm precisely I pull onto my driveway my pulse racing with anticipation. It's my favourite time of day, a time I share with you. I push the car door open, hitch my skirt up a little and swing my legs out. I want you to see my shapely calf muscles all neatly enveloped in black nylon. My pantyhose are new. They're sheer and make my legs look silky and slender. I look sexy don't you think, especially when I wear them with these elegant black stilettoes. They're brand new too. I chose them with you in mind. I thought you'd like them. Was I right?

I ease myself up out of the driving seat then reach back inside the car to retrieve my handbag and laptop. It's a deliberate move and I linger longer than I need to aware that bending over at this angle gives you a fantastic view of my perfectly rounded derriere. I parked the car in exactly the right spot for you to get the best view, did you notice that? I hope you've spotted the changes I've made to my skirt? I took it in last night to make it tighter. Can you see how beautifully it clings to my curves?

Umm, I can feel your eyes on me. You're making me feel so sexy, so desirable. I smooth down my skirt and jacket running my hands over the contours of my breasts and hips. You like my figure, don't you? You love my curvaceous bumps. Why else would you watch me so devotedly every day? I smile inwardly as I notice the tiniest movement of your net curtains as your breath ruffles the material. I don't react but I'm delighted to find that you're there. We're going to have a lot of fun together, you and me.

I close the car door gently. Why do I always do that? I slam it at work and I do the same when I pick Charlie up from school so why do I act differently in front of you? Maybe I do it because I'm scared of frightening you, afraid that a loud noise will make you jump and knock your telescope. I wouldn't want to 'out' you before you're ready to reveal yourself. That would never do, would it? You like your secretiveness and that's fine by me, I find it intriguing and somewhat exhilarating. I rummage in my handbag for my house keys and head for my front door. Right then here we go -- show time.

I charge straight into my kitchen, one of the rooms I know you can see. As I walk in I allow my eyes to lift for a second to peruse your window. Yes, there you are waiting patiently. You're so faithful. I can just make out your outline behind the thick nets you've hung in your window. I stand in front of my patio doors looking out into the garden immediately below you as I unbutton my jacket and casually toss it onto the counter. I kick off my shoes, making sure you get another look at my stocking clad legs.

Then I raise my arms above my head and stretch, arching my back and pushing out my breasts, before making a show of unpinning my hair. I pull out the hairpins one by one and shake out my locks until they tumble down my back. I've had my hair re-styled. I had it cut and coloured yesterday after I picked Charlie up from school. Did you notice? Do you like it? I bet you do. There, I'll give it another shake -- see the colour? It shimmers. Gorgeous isn't it?

Oh-oh, my stomach's rumbling. I need food. I wish I didn't. I don't like wasting my precious time on necessities like eating. I'd rather be having fun with you. I have a mere fifty-five minutes before I need to be out the door again, it's not much time. I prepare my usual meal; a ham and mayonnaise sandwich with a glass of apple juice. I eat at the breakfast bar where I know you have a clear view of me. I find my mind drifting as I eat, my brain switching off. My life consists of schedules, deadlines, places to be. It's endless. The only time it stops is last thing at night...and now.

I give you a smile, just a tiny one. I like having your company, your presence excites me. Your scope will be focussed on me right now and you'll re-focus it on my bedroom in a few minutes time when I go upstairs, lie on my bed and masturbate in front of you. I'll bring myself to an earth-shattering orgasm knowing you're watching every move and getting off on it. God, that makes me hot! You're a sick voyeur, a dirty pervert and I love that!

Your house overlooks the rear of mine, our gardens are attached. Tom wanted to put up a high fence between the properties but I stopped him. I'd already spotted you spying on me you see and I found that fascinating. You watched me all the time, in my garden, in my house. You lavished me with attention and your prying eyes produced a strange reaction in me, one I hadn't expected; tiny spasms of electricity sent my cunt into contractions every time I detected your presence. Your constant surveillance turned me on, making me hotter than hell and desperate for more. It's strange, your behaviour should have freaked me out but it never has. You don't frighten me at all and I don't want you to stop peeping, not ever.

Do you recall the first time things escalated, the day I decided to give you something worth watching? I do. Oh God I came so hard that day. I remember feeling so excited and naughty as I stripped off down to my underwater right in front of my bedroom window with the curtains open. I did it slowly, purposefully, wondering if you'd look. When I saw your curtain twitch I felt like a flame had been ignited inside me making me burn with desire. I was filled with lust, with an aching need for sexual satisfaction. I got a bit carried away, remember? I lay down on my bed and finger fucked myself, roughly, screaming out my orgasm when I came. I'm not sure how much you saw, peering around the curtain like that, but it was enough to make you come back for more...every day. Oh yes, you find me sexy, don't you? You find me irresistible.

And now you've got a telescope. Congratulations! You see every detail when I fuck myself these days, don't you? Have you any idea how sick that is and how fucking wet it makes me? Oh God you make me horny, I'm sticky just thinking about you. I wish we had more time together. I'd love to have you watch me masturbate all day. I'd bring myself to orgasm again and again whilst you jerked-off reaching climax as many times as me.

I glance up at your telescope lens and stifle a laugh. You think it's hidden don't you? Well, to tell you the truth it took me a while to spot it. I became suspicious when you placed that odd assortment of items on your window sill. Too weird, I knew you were up to something. I couldn't see the scope at first but I found it easily enough when I examined your window with Tom's field glasses. Clever, very clever, the snow globes are a nice touch; rounded glass orbs next to the rounded glass telescope lens. Good disguise but not good enough.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind. On the contrary as soon I found the scope I stepped-up my performance giving you little extras for your viewing pleasure; a shake of my ass, a hand brushing over my nipples, oh yes, I'm quite the artiste and now that you can see all the intricate little details of my act I'm in my element. Oh, it turns me on to tease you so.

"Oh fuck I need to wank..."

I'm so fired up. I'd better do something to stir your juices too, it's only fair. Hmm...let me see, I've got a little mayonnaise on my lips...I wonder if it'll get you hot to watch me lick it off? I'll do it provocatively, one finger in my mouth, sucking absentmindedly...oh yes, you moved I saw you! You randy bastard, you like that, don't you? I bet you pretended it was spunk I was licking off my lips...your hot cream perhaps? You'd love me to close my lips around your stiff little cock and suck on it till you explode down my throat...

"Oh God..."

Twinges in my cunt...I'm wet, soaking. I glance at my kitchen clock, 2.23pm. I need to get going if I'm to achieve a truly satisfying orgasm. It takes a little time to build-up but at least I'm already well on my way. I dust down my blouse pretending to brush bread crumbs from my breasts. My hand glances across my nipples making them harden. I can feel them standing proud beneath my thin silky blouse. I want to touch them again, I like touching them, but I can't, I mustn't, I have to look natural. I don't want you to know I'm playing with you. That would spoil the game, wouldn't it?

I wash up my plate and glass, wipe down the counter then gather up my discarded clothing making sure I provide you with another good view of my ass as I stoop to pick up my shoes. Then I head for the stairs. I race up them, taking them two at a time. It's all part of the fun; I know you reposition your scope whilst I'm out of sight and if I race up the stairs I shorten the time you have available to do it. That'll get your adrenaline going! I have to admit, you're good. I've never yet seen your scope moving although you're not quite so careful with your curtains, are you? They move all the time and you obviously don't realise I can see your outline through them. Tut-tut, such and oversight. It's a good thing I like your attention. You'd be in serious trouble if I didn't!

2.27pm. I check the time on my watch. Perfect. Striptease time. I stand in the middle of the room, positioning myself centre stage in front of my floor to ceiling windows. My performance begins with a slow unbuttoning of my blouse. I peel it off, exposing my soft, pale flesh to you bit by bit. As I strip I imagine I'm on a podium at a Gentlemen's club, removing my clothes before a crowd of strangers. I imagine that they're all aroused by the sight of my sexy body swaying and dancing as my clothes come off. I gradually wriggle free of my business-woman garbs, emerging as a sexual nymph, a lusty temptress who'll tease her audience to the very brink of orgasm.

"Oh yes..."

Hot juices ooze into my panties, sticky and wet whilst the first electrical spasms radiate out from my fiercely burning cunt. My hands caress my breasts through my bra, my erect nipples showing through the semi-transparent material. I turn to face you, giving you a better look. As I pretend to adjust my bra straps my breasts jiggle and bounce. You like it when they do that. Don't you? Too bad, no more, that's all you'll get today. I turn my attention to my skirt, unclasping it and sliding it to the floor. I make sure I run my fingertips lovingly down my legs as I do so.

And now for my pantyhose. You begin to fidget as soon as I start to remove them. I think you like nylons or perhaps you have a foot fetish. There's definitely something about either pantyhose or feet that you find rousing. Let's see now... I roll my pantyhose down carefully bit by bit then rub my feet, pretending my impractical shoes have dug into them. Oh my goodness, look at you - you can't keep still! I rub a little harder making sure you can see the blissed-out expression on my face. I giggle inwardly; I'm having quite an effect on you, I think you're getting aroused. Is your cock stiff now? Is it paining you?

Ok, enough. Time's ticking and I have one more trick I need to play on you before I masturbate. I stand-up, stretch dramatically so that my boobs almost pop out of my bra, then move across the room out of your line of sight. It's a game, a test to see if you can resist moving your scope to follow me. I wait with baited breath, staring at your window, watching for movement. Nothing. Damn you're patient! Not a twitch. There you are, hunched over your telescope like a stone statue.

A sudden fit of giggles makes me crumple to the floor. I'm so evil, so cruel. Poor you! I shouldn't taunt you so. You're so devoted, I don't have the heart to keep you waiting long and anyway my own urge for sex is growing stronger, the flames of desire fanned by the pleasure I derive from our cat and mouse interactions. No more teasing, I've done enough. I move onto my bed, the focus for your scope.

My digital alarm clock says 2.34pm. I have plenty of time. I want this, I need it. I crave the thrills I get from masturbating in front of you. I yearn for that sense of immoral wickedness which comes from putting myself on display as I bring myself to orgasm. I'm a whore, a filthy slut. I finger myself in full view of a relative stranger and adore the feelings I get from that. It's wrong, naughty. It's not the way a respectable wife and mother should behave. I lie back on my pillows and close my eyes. I can feel you watching me, drinking me in. My hands begin to wander.

I fondle my breasts, squeezing them, caressing them, twisting my sensitive nipples. I long to take my bra off, to fully expose my breast to you but I resist; I need to keep you interested, I need you to want more. As my breasts tingle I dare to imagine that you're in the room with me, hovering over me. Your hot breath caresses my skin as your tongue rasps over my nipples sending tremors through me. Your lips envelope my sensitive teats, tasting their flavour, pulling them into you hot, wet mouth, sucking hard...

"Oh yes," I moan softly.

More stirrings, I'm getting hotter.

My hands glide down my abdomen stroking my smooth stomach, descending further over my taught thighs. I raise my hips and slide my panties down my slender legs, hooking them over my feet. I offer you a fleeting glimpse of my snatch before pulling my knees pull-up sharply to block your view. I bite my lip to stop myself giggling as I picture your frustration. The image amuses me...and arouses me. My hands delve between my thighs, my long fingers finding the moist slit hidden from your longing eyes. I being to stroke my clit, moving my fingers in slow circles, touching myself in exactly the right way...ooh, that feels so good. I let out a deep involuntary sigh and allow my knees to fall open.

"Go on, look," I utter under my breath, "take a good look at my pussy, watch me fucking myself."

My soft pink slit gapes as the heavenly stimulation of my well-practiced routine makes it tingle and swell. My breathing quickens, my pulse surges and I shudder as a delightfully nasty stickiness seeps from deep within me lubricating my expert fingering. My body begins to writhe. I have no control over it. The physical stimulation I'm giving myself sends pulses of mouth-watering ecstasy rippling through my body whilst your ever watchful presence magnifies the intensity tenfold. You can see my body quaking, you can see how good this feels. I move my head from side to side as the first twinges of my orgasm make me convulse.

"Oh, Oh..."

I want to bring it on. I want to feel the jolts as my body becomes a slave to its own climax. I thrust my fingers into my mouth covering them with slick, wet saliva then plunge my dripping index finger deep inside my welcoming slit.

"Oh yes, YES!"

2.41pm. Through half shut eyes I see a mist of condensation forming on your window. Good, that suggests you're enjoying yourself as much as I am. Your breath must be hot and fast, your pulse racing. That's what I want to see, that turns me on. I finger fuck myself frantically, imagining you touching yourself as you watch me. My circular rubbing becomes harder and I intersperse it with deep thrusts inside my vagina. One finger no longer fills me; my hungry cunt swallows up two fingers, more, spitting them out all covered in slippery juices which I lick up greedily, sucking my fingers clean and squirming with pleasure at the sweet taste.

You'd like to taste my juices wouldn't you? You'd love to press your lips up against my pussy and suck up every drop of juicy milk I squirt into your waiting mouth. You'd swallow it back relishing the flavour then you'd nibble on my hardened clit and penetrate me with your muscular tongue. Oh yes, you'd quiver when you tasted the slippery deliciousness of my vagina and you'd groan when you felt the squeeze of my velvety walls as you stroked them towards a crushing orgasm with divine expertise.

My cunt's scorching. I'm going to cum. My body shudders then jolts violently as my climax sweeps through me. I arch my back and slam my legs together trapping my fingers as I stroke myself through the waves of ecstasy making my muscles convulse. The sheer pleasure makes me cry out but it's short lived. The waves ebb away quickly leaving behind a peaceful tranquillity so different from the fiery passion of the build-up. I flop on my pillows, breathing hard, an erasable smile upon my lips.

Suddenly I have an idea, a pleasingly cruel one. I sit-up abruptly and stare straight at you! To my utmost amusement I see you jump. I've startled you, made you think I've just caught you out! I fight to contain my laughter as I glare at your window attempting to look annoyed. I can't pull it off; I'm dying to laugh and fail to stop the corners of my mouth from turning upwards...Oh crap! You saw that! You weren't meant to... I quickly look away, biting my lip and grabbing my alarm clock in the hope you'll interpret my strange behaviour as anxiety over the time. To further the pretence I scurry away towards the bathroom, grabbing my dressing gown from the hook behind my door as I go. I hope to God I haven't just scared you away. That would be disastrous. Fuck, what possessed me to do that?

"Calm down, it's fine," I tell myself, but is it?

Ok, my turn to watch the watcher. Moving cautiously I peep around the blind covering my bathroom window. I can just make out your shape in your bedroom. You're still there, thank goodness. I watch you disappearing backwards and see you push your trousers to the floor. You're going to jerk-off. You usually do that whilst I shower. Do you think of me when you wank? I like to think you do. I observe you for a moment then leave you to it. I can't see much from my window and I don't have time to watch any longer. I switch on my shower, remove my bra and step under the warm water.

As the refreshing jet of water cascades over me I think about you...I've always assumed you're male, that at this very moment you'll be tugging at a hard cock, rubbing it, stroking it, feeling it swell until you climax jettisoning your hot sperm all over your stomach...but I could have got it wrong, couldn't I? Hmm, I wonder. Two people occupy your house, Adam and Gillian Johnson, brother and sister. I've never spoken to either of you but I've seen you in your garden. You're a good looking pair; dark hair, hazel eyes, trim figures. I've asked the neighbours what you're like but no-one seems to know you. You're private, you keep to yourselves. I've Googled you both but that drew a blank. Neither of you seem to exist.

My next door neighbour told me Gillian used to be married and held a good job with an advertising firm. I don't know if that's true. She doesn't seem to work now. I know Adam works nights as a security guard. I've seen him in his uniform looking really smart. I once saw him in the supermarket at the far end of my aisle. I intended to talk to him, to introduce myself, but he bolted the second he set eyes on me.

So which one are you? Which one of you watches me? I can't tell. All I see is a shape. I assume you're Adam, I think you are but I guess you could be Gillian and I don't mind either way. I actually like it if both of you watched, if you took it in turns on the scope. Better still, a second scope focussed on me or another shadow behind the first. That would be hot, that appeals to the devilishly sluttish exhibitionist who resides within me, the naughty kink that makes me masturbate where I can be seen...and if you both watched, oh fuck, that would make me cum so hard.

I finish my shower and check your window. Good, you're back in position behind the scope. 2.58pm. Damn! The school run's imminent, I've only got minutes. I charge back into my bedroom, face gleaming with moisture, baggy white dressing gown covering my nakedness...hmm, not for long. I stand with my back to the window and shed my outer coverings allowing you a rear view of my nude body, not full-frontal. I make my ass dance, teasing you whilst I wriggle into fresh underwear.