Debbie

I called one of those free for 60 minutes dating lines in the back of the Houston Press and this woman wanted to chat. I talked with her for a while and it turned out that she liked voyeurism. She asked me to get undressed and to play with myself. I told her I was and she got hot! She said 'Stand in front of the window and do it." So I just described the passers-by and she loved it! She gave me here cell number and asked me to come to her house.

Well I drove down to the Galleria and called the number she gave me. She said that she would leave the back door open and I was to go in. She would be hiding and I was to put on a show for her. So I walked in and peeked as if I was looking to see if someone was home. She was 'hiding' in the dark kitchen, but since she could see the living room, I decided to do it there.

Standing in front of her bay window, I simply dropped my pants leaving my shirt on. The sound of my wallet and keys made quite a thump as I walked around, looking at the things, occasionally stroking myself through the gap in the front of my briefs. I could hear her moving around, trying to get a better view. I eventually made my way into her bedroom, getting a pair of panties out of her dresser and brought them back in with me, teasing myself with them. I moved to in front of her picture window, alternating between my bare hand and the cotton panties as I brought myself to full erection. I said things like "there's the neighbor, walking the dog" I don't think they could see me, but this woman, Debbie, thought so. I could hear the rustling of clothes from the kitchen, zippers being pulled down, pants kicked to a corner. I could barely see her as she moved closer to the kitchen door, mid 40's thin, blonde. Nice to look at. I didn't look at her directly as I was supposed to be alone there. But not bad....

Hooking a thumb in either side of my waistband, my briefs began the trip down my legs, giving Debbie an even better look at my cock, engorged from both stroking and the sheer excitement I was feeling at this time. I then turned around and sat back on her couch, leg over an arm and began to pump my cock in and out of my fist. Slowly at first, occasionally using the panties to tease my balls and shaft as I tried to put on the best show I could think of. At times I simply left it alone for a second or two letting her see it throb slightly with my quickening pulse. When I was close to cumming I stopped and got up. I walked into the kitchen by way of the door she wasn't by. There she was, shirt unbuttoned, no pants on, fingering herself as I walked past her, brushing past her with my arm or back until I got the nerve to walk straight past her. The scent of aroused woman teased my nostrils. I could only wonder at the taste of the sweetness that filled the air. My cock rubbed along her side as I walked back into the room and headed for the couch. I was ready to cum now. It was either that or try for more. I vigorously began to fuck my fist, breathing heavily and really working it. My tongue ran across my lips, my mouth dry as is worked it up and down. She abandoned all pretense at that point, sat in a chair opposite me and started talking to me as her fingers dipped in and out of her wet snatch. "Cummmm for me, baby, cum for me" she kept saying over and over, drawing out the m's as she pulled her lips wider and two fingers then disappeared into her hungry slit. Knowing the time was near, I grabbed her underwear and shot my load all over her panties and carpet. I kept pumping until it was all out and oozing over my cock and hand.

Then I got up, cleaned myself off, put her panties in the hamper and got a Pepsi out of her fridge. And I left. we have done this again since, each time she has gotten bolder, but that is another story. And did I mention her friend?