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Neighbourhood Watch

... the scope. She’ll go up to her bedroom now, she always does. I need to wait until she’s out of sight; I don’t want her seeing movement, I don’t want to give myself away. I sit patiently, motionless, as she rinses her plate and trots stocking-footed towards the staircase. Quick! My respiratory rate increases as I re-position my lens. I have approximately thirty seconds to do it. Whatever focus I achieve in that time will have to suffice and past failures to home-in on the right spot or achieve a sharp image have proved frustrating. There, done. Not a moment too soon. Juliette walks into her bedroom and her transformation gets underway. I watch with bated breath as she unbuttons her silky blouse and peels it off. She sheds the business-woman façade emerging as a sexual nymph, a lusty temptress in delicious lingerie who’ll tease me and tempt me until I come. I wonder what she’s wearing today. The anticipation makes me breathless… “Ah yes,” I sigh as she reveals a pink lacy bra with the tiny red bows. It’s my favourite, I love that one. It’s semi-transparent so I can see her large, dark nipples protruding through the material. My pulse quickens as I ogle her breasts all trussed up in their tantalisingly skimpy cradle. Oh, they’re so milky white and I love the way those soft, rounded orbs jiggle when she moves. Juliette’s wonderfully voluptuous, her breasts are magnificent. I’ve never seen a finer pair. My eye remains glued to the scope as 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 waistband of her pantyhose and rolls them down, sitting on the edge of her bed as she kicks the gossamer thin material off her feet. She wriggles her toes and gives them a rub before stretching and moving away out of my line of sight. I wait. I daren’t move my scope to follow her. She might see. She doesn’t disappear for long and I’m soon running my eyes up and down her sleek torso with its perfectly proportioned bumps and rounded belly. I find her body incredibly attractive; it arouses me like no-one else. She’s gorgeous. One day I’ll tell her that. 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.” I sit on my bed, the scope held firmly against my eye, as my precious Juliette lays back on her pillows. I know what she’s going to do next and I live for this moment. Oh yes…here she goes…Juliette’s eyes flutter and close, her hands move to her breasts caressing them, fondling them. I long for her to remove her bra and expose herself to me but Juliette never gives me that pleasure. She denies me the chance to see her nipples, hardened and aroused, so I content myself with imagining her naked. I picture myself touching those breasts and dare to imagine their flavour as my tongue licks them. How wonderful it would feel to take her nipples into my mouth and suck ...