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Subject: ***M-F pee story***
From: mtnhigh@goodnet.com (sonny)
Date: 16 Aug 1997 00:00:56 GMT
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The View
by Terri, March 1995
He watched as her head emerged from the cave of covers and she
let
her eyes wander lazily around the bedroom. His binoculars were
focused perfectly on her and he sighed involuntarily at her early
morning beauty. He followed her every move - her feline-like
stretch,
the way she tossed her head as if shaking away cobwebs, the
swiftness with which she kicked away her confining blankets - and
he
was rewarded with a full view of her nakedness as she stood up
from
the bed to begin her Sunday morning. She strode lithely to the
window and surprised him by opening the windows outward and
looking up towards the wakening sun. He moved quickly away from
his window and waited for her to scream but several seconds
passed
and still the only sound he could hear was the pounding of his own
heart. He glanced out his window again and there she was, 40
stories above the city, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her bare
skin. From his bedroom on the 41st floor of the apartment building
directly across from hers he was able to see into her bedroom and
bathroom - a discovery he had made by accident on another glorious
Sunday morning.
He had awakened that Sunday morning to the sound of birds singing
-
a sound he had heard little of since leaving his country home 2
months before. He went to his bedroom window straight away to
locate the source of such beautiful music but he was unable to
pinpoint the songbird's location. Grabbing his binoculars from their
peg in his closet, he looked casually out the window until he had
spotted the red bird. It was perched on the window sill of the
apartment building directly across from his and he watched as the
bird moved in time to its own song. A sudden movement near the
bird stole his attention and he found himself staring at the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen - through her bathroom window!
He watched as she ran her fingers through her hair and looked into
the bathroom mirror. He admired the fullness of her body, the swell
of her breasts and the roundness of her tummy. She had turned
that
morning towards her bathtub and the movement had roused him
from
his trance - at which point guilt and shame had set in and he had put
his binoculars down and moved away from his own window. But
her
image would not leave his mind, the muscles in her arms and the
tautness of the flesh of her sturdy calves. He promised himself just
one more look and he again focused the binoculars on her bathroom
window. This time however, he was rewarded with a sight so
arousing he could not break the spell. She stood facing him in her
shower, the bath water running hot enough that he could see the
steam rising up, and as she stood there her fingers were buried
deep
into the folds of her adequate cunt and a golden stream was arcing
outward towards him. Her head was thrown back and her body
quivered as the arc became stronger and when at last the gush had
become a trickle he trembled as her fingers passed nimbly over her
clitoris until her back arched, her lips formed a silent 'O' and her
knees wobbled weakly.
His turgid cock poked through the opening of his shorts and
demanded immediate attention following her display, and with only a
few strokes he erupted violently into his hand. His arousal was
barely
quenched however, and with his cock still semi erect he unleashed
a
torrent of piss that drenched his shorts, ran in rivulets down his
legs,
and left him on the verge of another shuddering climax. He lifted the
binoculars back to his eyes and admired her form as it emerged
from
the shower. He stroked his balls as she toweled off her heavy
breasts and when she spread her legs to dry her cunt, he jacked
himself vigorously to another orgasm.
Such was the beginning of his Sunday morning routine.
This Sunday found him peeking carefully at her as she absorbed the
sun's warmth, her face raised in reverence of the golden orb. She
brought her hands to her face and her fingertips traveled lightly on
her skin, down to her neck, over her collar bones and eventually to
her breasts. Her nipples responded immediately, hardening into
priceless gems and reaching up for her touch. She thumbed them
tenderly, teasing them until they ached and finally grasping them
firmly between her fingers and pinching - lightly at first - until they
became engorged and ready to be pinched and pulled with more
force. By this time, his cock was jutting out straight in front of him
and he was intoxicated with arousal. Holding the binoculars with one
hand, he stroked himself with the other - stopping when the urge to
climax became too strong. As she tortured her nipples, he imagined
himself there - his hands on her breasts, his lips on her lips, his
cock
nestled safely between her cunt lips and at that moment she thrust
her hips forward and squeezed her legs together and as he
watched,
mesmerized by her, she started to piss. Because her legs were
together the piss pooled at the base of her cunt before streaming
down her legs. The glistening liquid flowed thickly at first but in her
aroused state she moved her thighs back and forth, trapping her
clitoris between her cunt lips, and the piss started flying about her.
Her climax close, she jammed her fingers into her cunt and tore at
her
piss soaked clit until the force of her orgasm threw her back to the
bed. With her legs raised and her knees bent, he had a perfect view
of her dripping cunt and her asshole, which was shiny from the piss
creeping down onto it. The sight of her brought him to the edge of
his own climax and he moved quickly to his bed where he lay face
down and stroked himself against the sheets. His climax came
quickly and as thick ropes of semen burst from his cock he
imagined
himself with his face buried between her legs. He could almost feel
the soft folds of her cunt as they embraced his face, his tongue
sliding up and down against her clit with the aroma of her sex and
her
fresh piss firing his desire. His hands stroked her breasts and her
fingers pulled at his hair and as he devoured her cunt she again
released a torrent of piss onto his tongue and he, in turn, relaxed his
bladder and reveled in the warmth of his own flow. He drifted back
off to sleep with her image in his mind and her taste on his tongue.
When he awoke it was early afternoon. He moved to his window to
look for her but her bedroom and bathroom were empty. Hoping
she
was home but in another room, he stripped the sheets from his bed
and went back to look for her. Still the rooms were empty so he
stepped into his own bathroom for a hot shower. His mind was still
on her and as he replayed the morning in his head he felt the familiar
pressure in his bladder. He went back into his bedroom and pulled
on
a pair of jeans. As the urgency in his bladder grew, he stepped back
into the shower and started to piss. He watched carefully as a small
spot appeared in his jeans, and his interest piqued as the spot grew
larger and larger. His cock was facing downward and to the left of
his zipper so the spot grew larger down his left leg but when he
pushed harder, a puddle welled up and was quickly absorbed by the
material on the right of the zipper. He placed his hand over his cock
and rubbed gently as the piss poured through his fingers. He felt
his
cock stiffen and as his arousal built he brought his fingers to his lips
and tasted his own sweet piss. By now his jeans were drenched
and
his cock was hard so he peeled the wet pants off and kicked them
to
the other side of the bathroom. He turned on the hot water in the
shower and let it beat down on his back while he soaped up his
cock.
It felt good in his hand - his thick, meaty cock with its uncut foreskin
and bulbous head - and as he ran his hand up and down its length he
thought about the woman.
She adjusted the site on her binoculars so she could see him better
through the steam of his shower. A floor below him, it was more
difficult for her to catch a glimpse of him than it was for him to watch
her. His mirrored bathroom was the only means by which she could
see him in action and luckily for her, right now he was very busy.
She had watched him standing in the shower in his jeans and she
imagined that he was filling them with his piss. The light from his
bathroom cast an annoying glare so she was unable to see
everything
he did, but what she was unable to see, her imagination filled in for
her. She studied him as he stroked himself, long, slow strokes
followed by a series of short, quick ones. She wondered if he was
thinking of her as he masturbated as she thought of him when she
touched herself. She felt a wetness there now between her legs
and
her fingers made their way quickly to her pleasure point. She could
see him stroking faster now, and she met his rhythm with her own.
Soon she felt the familiar stirrings of her impending orgasm and
when
she saw him throw his head back and the first splash of his semen
hit
the shower wall she gave in to her own climax and rode it like it
would never end. Her eyes glazed over but the binoculars never left
her hand and when the waves of pleasure finally released her she
put
her eyes back up to the eyepieces and found, staring back at her,
the
smiling face of her admirer. Blushing, she contemplated running
away to hide but the irony of the situation appealed to her so she
held up a finger to him indicating she'd be right back and she
disappeared from his view. A few minutes later she returned and
as
he watched her through the binoculars she held up a sign that read:
"Apt. 4024. No binoculars. Wear jeans."
Sunday morning was never the same for either of them.
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