1 comments/ 16944 views/ 7 favorites Fifty-Five Precious Minutes By: saucymh At 2.12pm precisely her red car purrs onto her driveway its tyres crunching the white gravel. The door swings open revealing black leather stilettoes and a pair of shapely legs enveloped in gossamer thin black nylon. The owner of the legs eases herself from the driving seat before reaching back inside to retrieve her handbag and laptop. Her rounded ass, swathed in a tight navy skirt points skyward as she stoops. She rights herself, smoothing down the skirt and matching jacket that cling to her curvaceous contours. She has a figure to die for, the perfect hourglass, and with her hair pulled back into a neat bun she looks every inch the sophisticated professional, the no-nonsense career woman working hard for a living. She closes her car door gently. She always does. I've never seen her slam it or show aggression in any way. She's placid, calm, even with the strain of her impossibly demanding lifestyle. She copes, she thrives. She rummages in her handbag for her house keys and finding them heads for her front door to let herself in. She disappears from view. I reposition my scope focussing it onto her kitchen, her next port of call. I've only just finished when I see her appear through the doorway. She unbuttons her jacket, removes it and tosses it onto the counter. Her uncomfortable shoes are kicked into a corner and her hair unpinned allowing it to tumble down her back in a cascade of golden waves. She has beautiful hair, deep red and naturally wavy. When it catches the sunlight it appears to burst into flame, the rich auburn tones reflecting the sunlight with startling vibrancy. She tosses back her mane and gives it a shake. I love it when she does that. It's one of the adorable little habits that make her so endearing, so arousing. She'll make herself a sandwich now, that's her routine. My Juliette is a predictable creature. Her life runs like clockwork and I can foretell her movements down to the last second. She's regimented, a little OCD. I guess she has to be to cope with her hectic daily existence. I can relate to that, I used to be the same. She and I have a lot in common. Lunch will take exactly three minutes to prepare and five minutes to eat. The timing never deviates and the meal is always a simple ham and mayonnaise sandwich washed down with a glass of apple juice. She sits at her breakfast bar to eat, facing out into the garden at the back of her house -- facing me. I can see her clearly. I can watch her jaw muscles working as she chews her food and study the vacant look in her eyes as she allows herself to switch off for a few precious moments. My viewing platform is my house, my spare bedroom to be precise. My small detached property overlooks the rear of hers and with no high fences or tall trees marking the boundary between our dwellings I can see straight into her kitchen and bedroom. I was delighted when Juliette and her family moved into their home a little over year ago, even more so when I noticed her routine. Now I watch her every day. I used to peep through a crack in my curtains, catching glimpses of her as she moved around but failing to see any detail. These days I use a telescope. The scope points through a hole in my thick net curtains with its lens carefully concealed amongst an assortment of toys and ornaments strategically placed on my windowsill. I'm well disguised, I've checked from my garden, and the viewing quality through it is phenomenal. Juliette wipes her mouth with a long delicate finger removing traces of mayonnaise from her lips. I feel the first stirrings in my loins as I watch her suck the creamy sauce from the tip of her finger then run her tongue over her lips. I tingle at the sexiness of her actions, the fire inside me burns. 2.23pm. Juliette dusts down her blouse and carefully deposits the fallen bread crumbs into the bin. I ready myself to move the scope. I'll do it once she's out of sight. I know my scope is hidden but I don't want her seeing movement as I reposition it. I'm pretty certain Juliette knows I'm here, watching, but I don't think she knows about the scope and I don't want to alarm her. So I wait patiently, motionless, as she washes up her plate and glass, drying them thoroughly and putting them away. I watch her gather up her discarded clothing and trot stocking-footed out of her kitchen towards the staircase. Quick! My respiratory rate increases as I re-position my telescope. I have approximately thirty seconds to do it. Whatever focus I achieve in that time will have to suffice for the whole of Juliette's bedroom performance and past failures to home-in on the right spot have proved to be excruciatingly frustrating. There...done; dead centre of her bed, sharp focus. 2.27pm. Juliette is in her bedroom and her transformation is underway. She unbuttons her silky blouse and peels it off shedding her business-woman façade and emerging as a sexual nymph, a lusty temptress who'll tease me with her beauty and make me cum. She's perfect, exquisite. I could watch her all day. I wonder what underwear she's wearing...ah-ha, the pink lacy bra with the tiny red bows. I love that one. My pulse quickens as I ogle her breasts all trussed up in their lacy cradle, milky white and softly rounded. I love the way they jiggle when she moves and I can see her nipples protruding through the semi-transparent material. I estimate that Juliette's a D-cup, she's wonderfully voluptuous and her breasts are such a turn-on. Juliette unclasps her skirt and slides it to the floor. I gawp at her nylon clad legs and the pink lacy panties that hide her intimate parts. She pushes her thumbs under the pantyhose waistband and rolls them down, sitting on the edge of her bed as she kicks the constricting material off her feet. She wriggles her toes and gives them a rub easing the pain caused by her impractical shoes. She stands-up, stretches and moves across the room out of my line of sight. I wait. I daren't move my scope to follow her. She doesn't disappear for long and as soon as she's back I run my eyes up and down her sleek torso. She's short, below average height, but her body is perfectly proportioned with bumps in all the right places. Her belly isn't flat, it's rounded, but I like that. I like that she doesn't waste her valuable free time at the gym or throw away her hard earned money on ridiculous diets. She's not vain and that's a quality I find incredibly attractive. My darling Juliette has no idea how beautiful she is and that arouses me. I see her beauty. I know she's gorgeous. One day I'll tell her. 2.34pm. Juliette glances at her watch and a smile creeps across her face. "That's right," I whisper, "you have time. There's plenty of time." As I sit on my bed, the scope held firmly against my eye, my precious Juliette lies back on her pillows. Her eyes flutter and close. Her hands move to her breasts caressing them, fondling them beneath the pink underwear. How I long to see her remove that bra and expose her naked breasts to me. I want to see her nipples, hardened, aroused but Juliette never gives me that pleasure and today is no exception. I content myself with imagining her nakedness, picturing myself touching her breasts, all warm and squidgy. I dare to imagine their flavour as my tongue licks them and how it would feel to take her nipples into my mouth and suck them, hard... "Oh yes," I moan softly. More stirrings, I can feel myself getting hotter. Juliette's delicate hands glide down her abdomen, running over her stomach and across her thighs. She raises her hips and slides down her panties hooking them over her feet. She offers me a fleeting glimpse her snatch before her knees pull-up blocking my view whilst her hands delve between her thighs. Her fingers find the moist slit hidden from my longing eyes. She sighs and allows her thighs to fall open. "Oh yes, good girl, that's it. Let me see you..." I can see her pussy, her delectable neatly trimmed mound with its soft pink slit gaping wide as her fingers move in circles stimulating her most sensitive parts. She's so beautiful, so sexy. My body responds to the sight my eyes are drinking in; my pulse surges and I shudder as a delightfully nasty stickiness seeps into my underwear. My darling temptress writhes on her bed, her fingers stroking her pussy, sending pulses of pleasure rippling through her body. I watch transfixed. I gaze at her face, her skin, the way her whole body seems to glow in the sunlight streaming in through her curtain less windows. Her rich flowing locks swim across her pillow as she moves her head from side to side. Suddenly she thrusts the fingers of her right hand inside her hot mouth. She sucks on them, sealing her lips around them before they're extracted, covered with glistening saliva. My body quakes as she plunges her slick index finger deep inside her welcoming slit. 2.41pm. My hot breath leaves a mist on my window pane as Juliette finger fucks herself in front of me. I study her finger movements, slow circles which gradually progress into harder rubbing interspersed with deep thrusts inside her vagina. Her delicate opening widens, swells, swallowing up first one finger then more before spitting them out covered in slippery juices. She raises her glistening fingers to her lips greedily lapping at her own secretions, sucking her fingers clean and writing with pleasure at the sweet taste. I wish I was there, I wish I could touch her. I'd lick her out, sucking up every drop of that juicy milk and swallowing it back. I'd nibble on her hardened clit and penetrate her with my tongue feeling the velvety softness of her vagina and the squeeze of her vaginal walls as they contracted, stimulated by my oral expertise. My hand reaches for my groin, it's scorching, but I can't come yet. I'll cum after she does, not before. Juliette's long slender fingers rub her clit, frantically now, and her chest rises and falls rapidly as she gasps for breath. She's highly aroused her orgasm building fast. She'll cum soon and once she'd done I can let my own climax build. I wonder what she thinks about as she pleasures herself...could it be me? She must know I watch her, why else would her routine be so public. She never attempts to close her curtains even though my house directly overlooks hers. She likes me watching. She must do. She's a dirty minx, an exhibitionist. I've Googled Juliette, learned all I can about her, but Google doesn't tell the whole story does it? Sweet, respectable, Juliette Martin, part-time financial adviser, part-time mum and doting wife. She's so much more than that. My Juliette has a naughty side, a devilishly sluttish kink which makes her masturbate where I can see her. I'm an integral part of her sexual fantasies, a pawn to be used for her lustful wickedness. I'm her audience, she needs me. When she pleasures herself she thinks of me... Juliette's body begins to shudder. She's reached her climax. Her orgasm is brief and contained, it always is. Her back arches and her legs slam together trapping her still moving fingers as she strokes herself through the waves of ecstasy making her muscles convulse. She groans, quivers, then goes limp. It's over in a matter of seconds and my precious girl lies still, breathing hard, with a smile of contentment illuminating her angelic face. Suddenly she sits up and her sparkling blue eyes target me! Oh God, did I knock the scope? Did she see movement? I hold my breath terrified that I've given myself away. No, she doesn't look angry or scared. What is that look on her face? I can't place it. I see the corners of her mouth turn upwards...she does know I'm here, doesn't she? 2.55pm. Juliette glances at her watch and bites her lip. I smile. She always worries about the time at this point yet she's never late. I watch her grab her dressing gown from the hook behind her door and scurry away. She's gone for a shower and will be out of my sights for the next three minutes. I sit back on my bed and catch my breath. Right, my turn. Lying back I hastily slip off my sweat pants and underwear and let my hands work my body into a frenzy bringing on a rapid climax. I replay Juliette's actions over and over in my mind letting myself imagine I'm in the room with her, kissing her, tasting her, pushing my fingers inside her wet hole... "Oh God..." My orgasm is much like hers; brief but satisfying. I'll bring myself to climax again before the day's done, and I'll come much harder, but for now I'm content and I don't want to miss the end of the show. Juliette hasn't finished with me yet. I wipe myself with tissues and pull-up my clothing then I settle back into position and grip the scope. 2.58pm. She's back, her face gleaming with moisture and her baggy white dressing gown covering her nakedness...hmm, not for long. My eyes widen as her outer coverings are shed but my saucy lady disappoints me. She stands with her back to the window allowing only a rear view of her luscious nakedness, not the full-frontal view I crave. Her spine distorts, curving, snakelike as she wriggles into her bra and panties. "Turn around Juliette, please turn around," I mutter under my breath. She doesn't. She never does. She likes to tease and leave me wondering what those soft orbs of hers look like fully exposed. She turns towards me only when semi-dressed, her bosoms hidden. She's a seductress, a Siren luring me towards her and I want her, oh yes, I want her so badly. Juliette dresses quickly, transforming herself again. She pulls on jeans and a sweater, a shabby one that hides her curvaceous figure and makes her look older. I watch her metamorphosis from sexual goddess to down-to earth 'school-run-mum' no different from any other busy mum and certainly no head-turner. She runs a comb through her hair and applies a touch of face powder to her nose but that's it, that's all she does. I don't mind. I like it that way. I don't want anyone else ogling my Juliette. I like that she dresses down once she's performed for me. It shows me I'm special. I often wonder if she displays herself to her husband or if I'm the sole recipient of her impish charms. I can't tell. He comes home late and the curtains are always drawn before he gets back. I don't know what she does with him or how she acts. I hope she doesn't fuck him. I don't want him touching her. I don't want to think about it. At 3.02pm Juliette does something she's never done before and it sends my heart into palpitations. She walks towards the window, leans on the sill and gazes out. Her eyes scrutinise my window analysing it, her focus directly on me for the second time. Her gaze lingers on my net curtains and the collection of teddy bears, snow globes and books which camouflage the end of my scope. I resist the urge to stand up and wave to her, to reveal myself and get her full attention. I mustn't do that. I have to wait. It has to be her who initiates the first contact...if she waves, I'll wave back. She doesn't. A slight frown furrows her brow and she turns away. I breathe again. She's not ready to make her move but she will, eventually. She enjoys our liaisons as much as I do, she gets off on the private connection we have, one so powerful it never fails to bring us both to orgasm. We make each other's monotonous daily routines bearable and I think she wants more, she's just scared. That's fine. I'm patient and I'm not going anywhere. I love her and one day I'll hear her say she loves me. It'll happen. 3.06pm. Juliette exits from my view and in one minute's time she'll be gone. She'll go downstairs, find her comfy shoes and her car keys then I'll see her dive into her car. It's the school run time, the end of her break from reality. When she returns she won't by my Juliette anymore, she'll turn off the kink in her personality. She'll be the devoted mother, the loving wife and home maker - not the Juliette I get for fifty-five precious minutes each working day. I'll see that Juliette again at precisely 2.12pm tomorrow and I'm happy with that. 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. Fifty-Five Precious Minutes Ch. 02 Time's up. My fun's over for another day. I need to hurry. I can't be the sexual temptress any more, I don't have the time. I need to be 'Mum' and my transformation has to happen fast. I dress quickly, pulling on jeans and a sweater, a shabby one that hides my curvaceous figure and makes me look older. I don't care. I don't want to draw attention to myself at the school gates. I have no desire to be one of the 'yummy mummies' who flirt outrageously with the younger Dads. Why would I bother? I get all the thrills I need at home. I have a gorgeous husband who adores me and the added spice of my very own secret admirer. I'm blessed. Reality approaches and soon I'll be held in it's vice like grip...school run, swimming lesson, tea, housework, bed time for Charlie. Shit! Schedules fill my brain. "Ugh! Not yet," I utter forcing them out. Instead I think of Tom... and you. Wouldn't it be exciting if I could persuade Tom to leave the curtains open when we fuck at night? I think you'd enjoy seeing Tom and I fucking. He's good, he's passionate. He likes to take me from behind so you'd get a great view of his fat cock sliding in and out of my pussy as he fucks me hard. You could watch his muscles ripple and his buttocks tense as he drives his cock into me and when he reaches climax...oh yes, that would make you cum. He grips my ass and bites my shoulders when he fills me with his cream. He's an animal, so wild. You'd love watching that, wouldn't it? Oh God, the idea excites me... perhaps I could engineer it to happen, just once, before I move away? Oh yes, you don't know about that do you? You're not aware that our time together is running out. You will be when the 'for sale' sign goes up. I'm sorry to be leaving you but my poor Tom's daily commute is killing him and he gets home so late at night. Life will be much easier for him once we're living closer to his work and I'll see much more of him. I'm looking forward to that. 3.02pm. I have to go but first I do something else I've never done before and it sends my heart into palpitations. I walk towards the window, lean on the sill and gaze out, blatantly scrutinising your window. I want to decipher once and for all if you're Adam or Gillian. "Come on, show yourself," I mutter under my breath. I see movement and for a split second I think you're going to stand up, wave at me and reveal your identity. I freeze, a slight frown furrowing my brow. "Go on...do it," I urge through clenched teeth. Nothing, your shadow doesn't move. You're not ready and I shouldn't push you. I look away, studying the garden then our neighbour's house. I stare hard enough to sow the seeds of doubt in your mind, to make you wonder what I'm searching for. I leave you with doubts -- do I know you're there or not? Perhaps it's better not to know who you are, it's more fun to guess and besides, I don't really care. Your identity doesn't matter to me. You're the watcher, the peeping Tom who enjoys our liaisons as much as I do. You get off on the private connection we have, one so powerful it never fails to bring us both to orgasm. We add excitement to each other's daily routines, a touch of secretive naughtiness. I'll miss that, I truly will. 3.06pm. I exit from view and blow you a kiss. Hmm, perhaps I'll expose my breasts to you tomorrow? Full-frontal nudity and a wink straight at the telescope! Oh yes, I have to do that! It's time to put you out of your misery and reveal once and for all that I know you're watching me. No more speculation, no more teasing. I'm going to stand here and wave 'till you acknowledge me. Hell, why not? I've nothing to lose now my house is on the market. My heart flutters. Yes, our next encounter will be different, it'll be special. "Until tomorrow my loyal voyeur, 2.12pm precisely and you're in for a treat!"