Julie excitedly put on her swimsuit, checking herself in the mirror, then spread sunscreen all over her body. She had been distracted ever since yesterday afternoon, unable to think about anything except her next chance to expose her scantily clad body to her peeping neighbor. She couldn’t get the kids off to school soon enough this morning. Now, her housework done, she was ready to go out by the pool. Would he be watching? She wanted to know, so before she went out, she took her binoculars and looked through her bedroom window at the second floor window where she suspected she’d been watched from the day before. It appeared the blinds were shut. Putting on her big, floppy sunhat to protect her face, she went outside and got out the pool’s cleaning equipment. By the time she finished vacuuming the pool, she had worked up a good sweat. She checked the Ph of the pool, refilled the chlorinator, and put away the equipment. She went inside and hurried to her bedroom, peeking through the shutters with her binoculars to check out the upstairs window. Sure enough, the blinds were definitely open more than they had been. There was no question in her mind now; she was being watched. Her body tingled in excitement. She was even more excited than yesterday, now that she knew for a fact that Tom was sitting in his house watching her in her swimsuit. Was he wearing underwear? Was he nude? Had he cum yesterday, thinking about her, and did he have the stamina to cum again, for a second day in a row? Or would he just watch her, storing the image into memory to recall later when he was recharged. Ooh, wait, she hadn’t thought about this. What if he was taking pictures or video of her? She wouldn’t like that. A big part of the excitement was not knowing the answers to any of these questions, and knowing that she probably never would. Tom would remain in the shadows; she could control whether or not he saw her, by not showing herself. But once she showed herself, she was at his mercy. He could watch her, unseen. He could use binoculars to examine every inch Anadolu Yakası Escort of her skin in minute detail as he stroked his dick to orgasm. He could even photograph her without her knowledge, and she could do nothing about it. She chose to show herself. She was wearing a very skimpy swimsuit when she strutted out to her backyard and lay on her chaise. She stretched provocatively in the warm sunlight. Knowing that he was watching her, and would stay at the window watching her as long as she was in view made her very excited. She had never known that showing off her body to a man other than her husband could be so exciting. If she had ever thought about it before, she would almost certainly have been repulsed by such a notion, but now that it was really happening, it made her very aroused. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and tucked them into the cups, so she could get a strapless tan. Now all that shielded her tits were two, small triangles of fabric, one on each breast that barely covered her nipples and a bit of the sides and the bottom of her breasts. The fabric was thin; there was no padding on this swimsuit. She would never have worn it in public. Without padding, you could clearly see her nipples, especially if she got it wet. The thin fabric, without the straps to keep them in place, rippled in the light breeze. “Oh, Tom, I sure hope the breeze doesn’t blow my top aside and expose my nipples, don’t you,” she thought to herself. “My goodness, I’m such a tease. I never knew that about myself. You don’t mind being teased a bit, do you, Tom?” She kept up a non-stop dialogue with Tom in her mind, as she attempted to tease him as much as possible. “You wouldn’t want my titties to be exposed, now, would you, Tom? That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly. Surely you would turn your head if that happened, wouldn’t you?” She pulled the fabric away from her body a bit so she could look inside to check out her tan line. Not enough to show Tom her nipple, but perhaps enough to make him wonder if Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan she would. “Nice,” she thought. “Do you like my titties, Tom? What would you do if you could touch them?” As the sun began to warm her, she began thinking about how fantastic her orgasm in the shower yesterday had felt. Funny; it should have satisfied her. After all, it was the first time in many months that she had one; she almost never did. But somehow, rather than being satisfied, she was even hornier than before. As she stretched and flexed her body in intentionally provocative positions for Tom’s benefit, she ached to again touch herself down there. Once that thought occurred to her, she couldn’t get it out of her head. The more her pussy was warmed by the sun, the stronger the impulse to rub it. She spread her legs wide and let the sun beat down on her crotch. “Do you like that view, Tom? How would you like it if I took off my bottoms and let you see inside me? Would you like to watch me rub my cunt until I cum?” That was the naughtiest thought Julie could imagine ever having. Nobody had ever seen her play with herself; not even Bruce. And nobody ever would. She would have been totally embarrassed, even if it was her husband, and certainly if it were another man. She felt like a wanton tramp for even thinking about it, but she allowed her mind to dwell on it, reveling in the naughtiness. “Would you like to see me play with myself, Tom? Would it make you horny? Or would you think I’m a worthless slut, unable to control my basest lusts?” Julie never used foul or profane language, not even in her thoughts; she just never felt comfortable with it. It totally went against her upbringing, and she was trying to bring her kids up the same way. She was a Christian woman, and very involved in her church. Now, however, it seemed that every thought she had was impure, vulgar, base and lascivious. And using those crude words, even if only in her thoughts, made it somehow much more exciting. Normally, when Escort Anadolu Yakası she spoke of or thought about her vagina, she called it her kitty, or occasionally her pussy. However, now that it ached for her finger to caress it to a climax, it became her cunt. The distinction may seem small; after all, it’s only a word. But to her way of thinking, a kitty, or even a pussy sounds somehow cute and adorable; a cunt, on the other hand, is a nasty, hot, lustful, hungry, demanding thing, needful of being rammed by a big fat dick while being rubbed until one’s mind was in a sexual fog, unable to think of anything but carnal pleasure. A pussy can be controlled by a prim, proper woman mindful of her place in society. After all, you could reason with a pussy, explaining why this wasn’t the right place or time. But you couldn’t talk to a cunt. A cunt had powerful needs that wouldn’t listen to reason. “Oh, Tom, I bet you’d love to watch me rub my hot, horny cunt, wouldn’t you? You’d probably like to rub it yourself, wouldn’t you? Would you like to rub my horny fucking cunt until I cum, Tom?” Julie had only been laying out for a few minutes, but already she knew one thing for certain. As soon as she went inside, she was going to make herself cum again. Whether she went inside in five minutes or two hours, the first thing she was going to do is play with herself until she had an orgasm. She was so horny, she couldn’t have kept from touching it even if she wanted. As she basked in the sun, her eyes closed behind her sunglasses, she imagined exposing herself even more to the prying eyes of her unseen neighbor. Could she do it? The thought of standing up and taking off her skimpy suit made her even hornier. In her fantasy, she stood, forgetting to restrap the top of her suit, “accidentally” allowing her titties to be exposed to Tom’s filthy eyes. She imagined peeling off her bottoms and lazily playing with her pussy, giving Tom an unobstructed view up her widely spread legs. The more she imagined exposing herself, the hornier she became. She imagined Bruce coming up to her from behind and burying his cock in her cunt. She had never had an orgasm during sex before, but in her fantasy, she rubbed her cunt while Bruce pumped her until they both climaxed. It suddenly occurred to her that her marriage was on a similar trajectory to what Tom and Madge Johnsons’ marriage must have been like.