Tuesday 18th of October
6:30pm – It’s already dark outside. The stable changing room shades are drawn back, and the stable hand crouches opposite the window, field glasses in hand, waiting. Lady Sonia returned from her ride a little while ago but had spent some time speaking to the stable foreman before he let her horse away. He knew that any minute the light would flicker on, casting a bright light across the large changing room. The room, which for the first time he I can at last see in. Maybe she was tired after her ride, or maybe it was done on purpose, but in the evening last night when she drew the blinds a six-inch gap near the bottom was left exposed. And so, there he was…
When the lights clicked on, he was ready, his binoculars quickly drawn up to his eyes…
Time seemed to creep by so very slowly as he waited… Then finally, the moment arrives… A pair of legs passing by the gap, a fleeting glimpse of her soft white skin stretching up to the “V” between her legs, covered in black lace panties, just the faintest trace of the bulge of her pubis. And then Lady Sonia had passed from sight. He realizes that he had been holding his breath and he exhales deeply, gasping in a fresh puff of air. His cock is hard, standing straight up in the air as he leans back against the wall behind the fence looking down at his open jodhpurs. He idly strokes the length of his cock a few times before standing and walking quickly back to the small “staff” changing room at the rear of the tack-room then as soon as he had drawn the shades closed he headed straight for the shower.
The shower was warm, relaxing, cleansing. He stood under the hot spray and felt the nerves on every inch of his skin come alive. The water running down his body, dripping off of his face, off his arms, off his cock. He I lathered up his hands, turning his back to the cleansing spray, and slowly massaged his cock. He stroked along the length of it, feeling its hardness and shape growing under his palms. He tickled the tips of his fingers across the tip, drawing a soft moan from himself. Finally, when he was ready, he gripped it with his soapy hands, slowly stroking it as he remembered Lady Sonia’s long legs, remembered the shape of the panties as they clung to her body. He thought about what it would feel like to peel the skin tight black lace panties down her lovely long legs and drive his hard cock into her, the warmth and wetness of her sex wrapped around him like a tight velvet sheath. And his orgasm grips him… He turns again so the water washed away the residue of his lust.
9:45am – The next morning Mrs Stokes from the village arrived to ride out with Lady Sonia… And as always she was wearing a short mini skirt, barely long enough to cover her crotch. If it was warmer, she might not have worn pantyhose as she did today… As it was, while she was sitting in the office waiting for Lady Sonia he managed to drop his pen and take his time retrieving it, getting a nice long look up her thighs as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Oh, those legs. How he wanted to slide up under the table and part them, press his mouth down on the crotch of her pantyhose until his teeth could grip the fabric, rip them open. Press his lips against her mound, parting the neatly trimmed pubic hairs with his tongue until he could run it over her own sweet lips below. Inhale her scent even as he drew forth from that lovely pussy her sweet arousal.
He imagined how her husband, a recently Royal Air Force officer would have liked that. Probably would have arranged to have him fired…
11:25 – He started making plans for lunch. He had been in early this morning making sure to leave plenty of time to enjoy himself today. Now that he had a half-hour to spare, he was taking in the view in front of the office. Lady Sonia’s secretary Elizabeth in her usual low cut dress, high hem… Just sitting there, typing on her laptop… She is sideways to him as he looks through the large windowed doors and she has to turn towards him to stand up. The modern glass topped table is nothing more than a top with legs on one end and attached to the desk at the other, which gives him a straight view up that revealing little dress of hers. Waiting… waiting… Yes, she turns, flashing a smile at him as she rises and heads into the main building… Black panties, so tight that outline of her sex is clearly visible. He can feel his cock getting hard again, just reliving the image in his mind. He decided to take lunch early today.
1:30 – Lunch. He loved the mall in Tunbridge Wells at lunchtime. Especially in the summer when he had a choice of short skirts to follow up and down the escalators. Now that the autumn had arrived and on a warm day like today, he figured one or two women as brave as Elizabeth might afford him a glimpse of something warm and round. So he headed for the food court on the third level. He ate, pretending to read the newspaper while examining the room for potential views. Nothing appeared, and he began to grow despondent, thinking the drive over was perhaps wasted and he had been too optimistic. Just as he finished his coffee, she walked past. An hourglass figure, with her long black hair pulled back and held place by a single large grip. A tight black blouse with just the hint of a bra line holding up her ample chest. But, it was the skirt that drew the breath from his lungs. A black pleated business skirt, which fell down to mid-thigh and moved with every single step she took.
Of course he followed her. She headed immediately for the escalator and he was a dozen or so feet behind her, his eyes unable to peel free from the delightful sway of her full hips and lovely rear. He knew that he would have a good look as she rode up the steps ahead of him, but his luck was even better than expected, for she walked slowly up as she rode, each lift of a leg moving the skirt and exposing more than he ever could have expected on a day like this. There was no need to even look down at her reflection on the metal bars running along side the escalator from top to bottom, a simple glance up was all revealing. No panties? At first he thought there were no panties but as she reached the top, and strode off the escalator, he realized she was wearing a tiny black thong, barely enough to cover anything at all and certainly not enough to cover her crotch, for her lips stuck out on other side of the thin material.
Oh god, he was hard by then… He reached the top, and followed along slowly at a distance, not knowing if he would be graced with another view. When she entered the bookshop he I followed, chasing her form towards the first row of bookracks. She stopped in the section marked biographies, and he worked his way into the aisle across from it, the one with all the local authors and travel information. He stole glances in her direction as he picked up something that he still had no idea what it was about. She squatted down to reach for something on the bottom shelf, and for just a moment, as her knees faced in his direction, her legs were parted enough for him to glimpse the black thong covering her sex. Then, she stood, and he counted himself fortunate enough for a whole month of viewing, heading out from the mall and heading back to the stables.
6:36 pm – He is standing against the wall behind the fence again in the darkened yard… Lady Sonia arrived back a little earlier giving him a flashing glimpse of her jodhpur clad thighs and black leather riding boots as she rode back into the yard… As the new stable hand led her horse into the stable Lady Sonia hurried to the changing room but tonight she pulled the shades all the way down.
As he walked back to the staff changing room he couldn’t get his mind off of the dark haired woman in the pleated skirt. He could see her hips swaying every time he closed his eyes, and he imagined those succulent breasts, bouncing under a tight blouse. His cock is sore from the masturbating he had done today, yet still he is naked, the long length of his shaft held between his fingers, his hand moving of its own will up and down, lifting the skin loosely over the head before sliding the sheath back down tightly towards his balls. Cum stains the carpet by the window, still drying, and he feels a fresh load growing as he reaches for the baby oil to lessen the friction and discomfort. It’s going to be a very long weekend…
Saturday, September 24th.
9:45pm – There are guests staying at the house for the weekend and so he decided to take a walk around the grounds… He pulls the binoculars from their case, and starts to scan the windows. Shades drawn… Shades drawn… Open shades but no lights on… Shades drawn… Shades open and a light… Focusing on that room for a moment a young male walks across the floor. He walks to the door and opens it, allowing the admittance of a very lovely, older woman. Before the door has even shut all the way they are in each other’s arms, lips meeting in a passionate kiss. He reaches behind her and places the chain across the door, his other arm still wrapped around her waist as they kiss. Finally, they break their embrace, he taking her hand and guiding her deeper into the room and I see that it is Lady Sonia’s friend Red. He had heard her telling her husband on her cell phone that she was spending the night in London… And now he saw that she had other things on her mind… She is smiling and her dark red hair falls in natural curls down below mid-shoulder. The young male sits on the bed, his lips moving as he talks to her, his wish being that he could hear as well as see them. She stands very close to him, his knees just brushing against her legs, and she begins to undress. Slowly she releases each button of her white blouse, revealing the support of a lacy green bra beneath, the gentle roundness of her tummy, all pale skin and smooth curves, finally pulling the material out from her dark coloured knee length skirt and easing it off her shoulders.
He is nodding at her while looking down at her waist, and her fingers reach to the side of her skirt, finding the zipper and slowly tugging it down. She bends at the waist, her firm bra confined breasts dangling just in front of his lips. I wonder how he can resist such a tempting target, but he waits patiently as she slips the skirt all the way off and steps free from it. Her panties are tiny, a lacy material of a green colour that matches her bra. The young male is rubbing his cock through his trousers, even as the watcher was with his free hand, at the sight of her barely covered body.
Red now reaches behind her back, unclipping her bra, easing it slowly off, her hands wrapping around to the front to hold the material in place over her swaying breasts. She turns, dropping the bra on the floor beside the rest of the clothing, looking back over her shoulders with a provocative smile at him as she covers up with her hands, then turns around. The hands slowly slide free, her fingers closing to pinch her nipples for a moment, making them hard as her breasts are finally revealed. Beautifully firm breasts, with large aureoles, the tips of her nipples visibly erect. She turns again, fingers sliding down her waist, gripping the edge of her panties, the material peeling down her legs, just the crotch staying in place, until it too breaks free of her body and her bottom is exposed to him, though the watcher can only see the sides of her hips and thighs. She turns with the panties in her hand, and holds them up to the young guys face. He takes them, eyes closing as he inhales deeply of her scent. Then he throws them aside and opens his eyes to admire Reds beauty. They switch places, and while he begins to undress the voyeur lowers his binoculars to unzip his trousers and reach inside then as he lifts the binoculars again, holding them with one hand as he slowly strokes his cock with the other.
The young guy is naked now, standing right up to the bed, his much larger than average sized cock hard as she leans forward with her hands, taking it between both of them and licking the tip of it with her tongue. The voyeur could now see why Red had taken the opportunity for a little extra marital pleasure… Her hair cascades around her face, hiding the view slightly, but he can see her head bobbing back and forth on his shaft, and he strokes himself in time to her display. It doesn’t take him long, nor does the voyeur think that he would last with that beauty’s mouth on him. Red pulls back her head, still stroking him and he can see the jets of white from the huge cock shooting out to stain her face and fall on her breasts, her left hand releasing him while her right hand continues stroking, to rub it into her soft flesh, lift her fingers to her mouth and lick them clean.
The stable hand can feel his own cum rises through the shaft of his cock, his balls contracting up against his body as he heaves forth his lust onto the ground in front of him… white semen glistening on the ground as he takes a small sample from the tip into his hand to lift it to his mouth to lick it, tasting the saltiness of his own cum, wishing that her mouth was sampling him instead. The view has changed, and they have slid up onto the bed, and almost entirely out of sight at this point. Through the binoculars he can see up to their knees, enough to know she is on her back, and he lying next to her. He is frustrated by this turn of events, wishing to see more of this luscious woman at work so he carefully walks over to the parameter bushes in the hope that he will see more at a different angle just in time to watch the young stud climb up between her wide open legs and eases his huge member into her as she closes her eyes and gasps with pleasure as he starts to ride her furiously hard…
