Voyeur's eyes feast on an endless supply of hotties

It was a long time since Simon was last seen at his usual place. Being able to see the anonymous beauty from the glass of her apartment on the ground floor was a pastime of Simon for several months.

A few might consider Simon a "voyeur". Simon was an admirer at a distance.

The gorgeous brunette used to be known for opening her curtains when she was walking around with different 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. After a few minutes she returned to her room and was often touching her own body.

Just a few weeks back, Simon had felt himself getting a bit obsessed with the girl, even on his own terms. Simon fought to quit coming.

Always safer to keep an eye on her late at night. It was less likely to be arrested. Of being seen.

Through the years she'd carried many tasks while wearing a topless. Last time he was here, he'd witnessed her working out.

Her large tits were moving in a rhythmic way between them as she ran along the place.

She was unadorned tonight She was barefoot, but appeared to be distracted

Simon observed her as she rolled across the room, completely naked from waist to hips.

It was a common thing she did. Sometimes she would just glance across the street and her hair would sway gently in the evening breeze.

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

He pulled them gently down to release his throbbing erection.

The belt buckle on his belt became loud and Simon was frozen, sucking breath through his mouth. Simon snorted his eyes tight.

In the middle of the forest It was highly unlikely that he would be noticed. It's never been seen before.

There was a first time for everything, however.

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

She was staring straight towards him with her arms sitting comfortably on the window. Simon's stomach twisted as he realised his location was no longer secret.

His breath was twitching throughout his throat for only a short time. He then realised that the woman was smiley.

The smirk of knowing was lopsided across her cheeks. 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. However, she did not draw the curtains.

Simon took a deep breath, tightened his belt and got up. He crossed the street between them, and then walked cautiously towards the door.

Simon stood for a short time and breathed deeply. He attempted to the front door, but his knuckles did not touch the wood.

The door was opened and the woman was exposed. She'd chosen to not wear a top to greet the guests, making her intentions obvious.

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

Simon blushed. "You were aware that it was me?"

"Every time Sweetie!" she said, chewing her lips.

"S-sorry," he stammered. His apology was rescinded with a gentle gesture of her gentle hand.

"Water underneath the bridge."

She held her hands out as if she was a king. Simon did not hesitate and gently held her hand, bringing it towards his lips. He kissed his fingers on the spot where the rings should be should the gesture be genuine.

"You can contact me as Isabelle."

Simon discovered his flinging groove. "Is this because of the name of your character?"

Isabelle turned her head and looked off with a playful look. The motion sent her thick curls falling over her shoulders' front and hid her tits completely.

"Maybe. Perhaps not."

"I am seeing," said Simon. "I'm S-"

Her hands flew up, and she placed her hand on his lips.

"I don't think about it," she whispered as her face was closer to the man's.

After that, she reversed her steps and turned her back.

"Shut the doors," the woman said to her shoulders before heading towards the room to the left.

Simon did as he was told and then he took the bombshell with no top.

When he entered the next area, Isabelle - if that was her name at all - was now stripped from waist to hips, too.

She sat there in complete nakedness. The curtains of the window facing streets outside in full view.

"Take off your clothing," she said simply.

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

"Scared?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Erm, no," Simon replied unconvincingly.

"So strip."

He stripped off his clothes in a sloppy manner, while being watched with fascination by Isabelle.

"Now take a seat," she pointed to the plush armchair that was with a complete view from the windows.

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

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

He reached up and held both of her tits into his hands.

Her lips parted from him and moved her lips towards his left. Her steamy breath filled his ears as she whispered "See anyone else out there?"

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

Outside, from his former place in the bush he was able to discern the outline of a newcomer in the darkness. "Yeah," he answered.

The shock that he voiced was obvious.

"You believed you're the only one?" she asked rhetorically. "Let's make them look like a star. Get up."

Isabelle was atopless girl earlier, but it was only the beginning

Simon stood up, and suddenly became conscious of the fact that they were being observed.

Isabelle fell to her knees and then stuffed his cheeks in her mouth. The warm, moist sensation made him groan involuntarily.

She reached out with one hand, and squeezed the cheek of his left ass with confidence.

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

It was just too much, and he reacted with force. She took his erection that was tense from her mouth , and let the steam flow down her face.

After he'd drained his water the woman stood up and walked towards the window. She swung a wave by her palm in the dark like she was greeting anyone.

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