Virgo’s desired damsel gives a surprise ‘window-cam’ private performance for him.

By Millsy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I
saw her big tits full frontal then for the first time, and I watched
rapt as her hands cupped them, thumbs stroking the still hard nipples in
exactly the way that I had wanted to touch her just moments before as
she closed her eyes and licked her lips. Did she know, I wondered, that I
was watching her? Was this a show? Had she twigged that the second loft
window, the one that I hadn't let her look through in the telescope
gave me an unobstructed view of her window? Or was she just doing what
she liked to do, touching herself up after she was turned on, whether by
the strangers on the internet or by what we had done tonight, and had
simply forgotten to close her blinds?

Did
it matter, I asked myself as my hard cock jerked again at the sight of
her unbuttoning her jeans, unzipping them, easing them down past her
hips, her panties inadvertently coming down her legs with them. The
triangle of her pubic mound stared me in the face, then disappeared as
she bent forward, eclipsed for several seconds by her hanging tits as
she stepped out of her jeans. I swallowed as she stood again, now
totally naked, and she threw her long black hair back over her head and
put one foot up on the foot of the bed. I watched her hand slide between
her legs and hug her crotch, watched it move up and down as she rubbed
herself, watched her pinching her teats with her other hand as she
closed her eyes and fantasized about fucking me. Did she know I was here
with my cock in my hand, wanking slowly? Did she know that we were
right at that moment doing exactly what she did with her internet
lovers, that I could see her the through the telescope the way that she
could see the webcam cocks that had gotten her off so often in the past?

Then
she turned and touched the keyboard of her PC, and the monitor sprang
to life. She sat down still naked at the desk and typed away. My laptop
burbled a warning of an incoming message.

"What are you doing,” called the screen.

"Thinking about you,” I replied.

"That's sweet,” She responded. "Are you busy tomorrow night?"

"Nothing planned,” I fired back.