Voyeur's eyes feast on an endless supply of hotties

It was quite a while since Simon was last seen at his usual place. Being able to see the anonymous beauty through the windows of her first floor apartment was a pastime of Simon for several months.

A few might consider Simon one might call him a "voyeur". Simon was an admirer who was distant.

The gorgeous brunette used to be known for making her curtains open when she was walking around in various styles of dress.

From the safest tree across the street, Simon had seen her return home with a variety of dates.

She would always give them a respectful brush-off when they came to the door. A few minutes later she returned to her room and would often begin touching her own body.

Just a few weeks ago, Simon had felt himself getting a bit obsessed with the girl even according to his own standards. He pushed himself to put a stop to his obsession.

The best thing to do was keep an eye on her at night. It was less likely to be taken in. Of being seen.

Through the years in which she was here, he'd watched her carry many tasks while wearing no top. Last time he was there, he'd watched her work out.

Her large tits bounced in a rhythmic fashion between them as she jogged around the place.

She was not wearing a top however, she seemed to be distracted

Simon was watching her roll across the room, completely naked from waist to hips.

She often did this. She would often glance across the street and her hair would sway delicately against the cool night air.

Slowly, Simon unbuckled his belt and pushed open the button at the top of his pants.

He gently pulled them back and then let his erection throb.

The belt buckle on his belt jiggled with a loud bang and Simon stopped, sucking the air with his mouth. Simon snorted his eyes tight.

In the middle of the forest it was very unlikely to be seen. This had not happened before.

There was a first-time for everything, but.

He slowly opened his eyes. He sat in awe of the subject of his voyeuristic obsession.

She was looking straight to him. Her arms rested comfortably on the window. Simon's stomach turned when he realised that his position was no longer secret.

His breath was twitching throughout his throat for only a short time. Then, he realised that she was smiling.

The smirk of knowing was lopsided over her eyes. She lifted her arm and called her seductively using the long fingers.

Simon could not believe his luck.

She did not repeat her gesture; she just closed the window. But, she didn't draw the curtains.

Simon was a bit nervous, tightened his belt, and then got up. He walked between them, and then walked cautiously towards the door.

Simon stood for a moment and took a deep breath. He attempted to knock, but his knuckles didn't touch the wood.

The door was pushed inward and the woman was exposed. She'd chosen to not wear a top to greet the guests, making her motives clear.

"Haven't seen you in some time," she breathed.

Simon blushed. "You thought it was me?"

"Every time Sweetie!" the girl replied, kissing her lips.

"S-sorry," he stammered. His apology was rescinded by her gentle hand.

"Water beneath the bridge."

She held her hands out as if she was a king. Simon was intrigued and gently held her hand and raised it towards his lips. He kissed his fingers, on the spot where the rings would be if the gesture was authentic.

"You can contact me as Isabelle."

Simon was able to find his groove. "Is it because of the name?"

Isabelle smiled and turned off with a playful look. The movement brought her long curls to her shoulders' front and hid her tits completely.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"I know," said Simon. "I'm S-"

Her hand flew upwards and she put her finger on his lips.

"I don't want to be sure," she whispered as her face got closer to the man's.

Then, she stopped and turned her back.

"Shut the doors," she said , pointing over her shoulder, before moving into the room to the left.

Simon obeyed , and then was able to follow the topless bombshell

As he entered the following space, Isabelle - if that was her name, was now stripped from waist to hips and was also stripped to the waist.

She was completely naked. The curtains of the window that overlooked streets outside in full view.

"Take off your clothing," she said simply.

Simon was silent and glanced at the window that was open.

"Scared?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Erm, no," Simon replied unconvincingly.

"So strip."

He removed his clothes in a sloppy manner while being closely observed by Isabelle.

"Now you can sit down," she pointed to an armchair with a comfortable cushion with a full view of the window.

In a state of anticipation, Simon did as he was instructed.

Isabelle stood beside him and placed a moist kiss upon his lips. She felt her moist, swollen tummy kissing his cock while she moved slowly in a circular motion.

He reached up and placed both her tits with his fingers.

Her lips parted from her and moved them toward his left ear. Her warm breath filled his ears with her hot breath as she whispered "See anyone out there?"

Simon was briefly lost in his thoughts about where he was , and he looked at Isabelle's shoulder.

Outside, at his old location in the bush he was able to see the silhouette of a stranger in the darkness. "Yeah," he answered.

The shock of his tone was apparent.

"You believed you're the only one?" she asked rhetorically. "Let's put on a show for them. Let's get up."

Isabelle having been topless before was only the beginning

Simon stood and was suddenly aware that they were being observed.

Isabelle was able to fall to her knees and slid her cheeks in her mouth. The warm and moist feeling caused him to grumble involuntarily.

She reached out with one hand, and she pressed his cheeks on his left side with confidence.

Isabelle made small , choking sounds as he felt the back of his cock touch her throat's back.

It was just too much, and he was able to come in with a vengeance. She took his erection that was sputtering out of her mouth and let the sexy odour go down her face.

After he'd drained his water the woman stood up and turned her back to the window. She swung a wave using her hands in the darkness as if she were greeting anyone.

Knowing he'd received a smack and rumbled, the distant spectator jumped up and walked away from the scene.