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Monday, March 3

9:27 a.m. - I should have just crawled back into bed.  

It's cloudy out, chilly now.  The warmth of the past week has fled like
all nice weather in the middle of winter does, hiding out until the real
business of spring begins.  Now we are graced with temperatures just
above freezing and a wind swept rain that threatens to do the job of the
street cleaners without so much fuss.

Nothing to look at.  No sweet ladies in skirts or short dresses, no
tight blouses.  Not even a high heel in shouting distance.  Even my
secretary wore a bulky sweater and leggings today.

I've paced the office several times today, but the only hope I have is
that she is there, waiting for me in the mall.  Hope beyond hope that
she is wearing something short, something sexy, something revealing.

1:45 p.m. - Hope springs eternal in the human breast.  Unfortunately,
there hasn't been a breast in sight all day, and my hope is gone.

The mall was a complete waste of time and effort.  I spent the better
part of an hour and a half passing the corridors, my duffel bag in
hand.  There was little to practice my camera work on, other than one or
two young ladies in medium length skirts.  All were wearing hose of one
kind or another, so I'm doubtful the results will be anything worth
mentioning.

I never saw her, though at one point as I walked past the food court I
thought I glimpsed her walking into the hallway to the restrooms.  I
waited for a while, the smell of warmed over pizza and stale coke
insinuating themselves into my clothing, but if it was her she found
another exit and never passed by me.

I called my secretary from the cell phone, informing her that I wasn't
feeling well and would be taking the rest of the day off.  Caring woman
that she is, she asked if there was anything she could do for me.  I
thought it would be improper to suggest she wear a short skirt with no
panties to work tomorrow, so I thanked her and said no.

The sound of a car door from the street outside.  Perhaps one of my
neighbors has returned home early from work and will offer me some sort
of view.  More likely just the mailman delivering on his rounds.  Still…
you never know.

3:20 pm - It was the sight of her black truck across the street that has
kept me from my journals.  I went to the bedroom window when I heard the
car door shut, and there she was.  Standing in the rain on the granite
steps of one of the townhouses across the street.  Her blue parka tugged
by the window, black hair alive in the movement of the air.

She glanced at my house, seeming to look straight at me as I searched
for the name of the people who lived in that house.  George and… and…
George and Bonnie.  An older couple, late 40's to around 50.  George
bald on top, round shaped, always with a friendly smile and a loud
"hu-llooh" when I passed by.  Bonnie, somewhat slimmer though with that
little belly attractive older women seem to carry off so well, silver
hair always done up on top of her head, blue eyes with a slight twinkle
to them.

The door opened, Bonnie stood there.  Smiling, a warm hug.  She let the
dark haired woman in as I fumbled around the bed for my binoculars, then
swore as I remembered that I had left them in my car.  I didn't want to
go outside, for fear they would see me and know something was up.  I
thought frantically for a moment, then pulled the ladder down from the
small crawlspace that comprised my third floor.

Underneath some plastic, I dug out the old telescope.  Really an
astronomical model, I had luckily thought to by a prism that would take
the normally upside down image and turn it right side up.  I dragged it
careful down the narrow stairs, my breath hissing as I bumped it once or
twice against the railing.

I made sure all the lights were out, then opened the upstairs blinds
wide.  The street outside was quite dark for midafternoon, the street
lights actually on.  I placed the scope on its tripod and aimed off
slightly to the right for Bonnie's home.

I had never once been inside their house, nor had I ever seen what it
looked like through my binoculars, Bonnie being particularly fastidious
at keeping her lace curtains closed whenever they were home.  But, the
front door curtain was either down or tied well aside, as were the
shades to the darkened upstairs bedroom.  I could see clearly to the
back of Bonnie's house, as though I was standing on the front step and
using the binoculars to look in.  Wonder why I hadn't thought of this
sooner?

Tastefully decorated, with wall shelves full of knick-knacks and
pictures of children and grandchildren, Bonnie's house was the
definition of cleanliness.  Both she and the black haired woman were
standing back towards the kitchen, on either side of the little bar that
separated it from the dining room.  The woman had removed her parka,
revealing her to be wearing a mid-length skirt, lose fitting around the
knees, and a tight white blouse.  Bonnie herself was dressed in what
could only be described as a slinky black number, a form fitting dress
that revealed her slightly generous but still attractive figure.

The have been talking, for a long time.  A half hour has passed, with
Bonnie fixing some coffee, the occasional smile between them.  Still, I
can not tear myself away from the scene, knowing that there must be more
to this, that she is over there because she knew I was here.  It is the
only explanation, and I've bought into it with my entire egotistical
self.


4:45 - Finally, as they cleaned up the kitchen together, placing the
coffee cups in the sink, my effort was rewarded.  As the woman passed by
Bonnie, Bonnie's hands reached out, touching her on the waist.  The
woman turned, and in a moment they were hugging again, bodies pressed
tightly to each other.  Their heads turned to meet, and their lips
pressed together, kissing for a long time as their hands slide down and
cupped one another's asses.

When they broke from the kiss, Bonnie took her by the hand and led her
towards the front door.  The turned left and walked up the stairway and
momentarily out of sight.  I took that moment to strip naked, my cock
already half erect as it lay on my thigh.  

When I had settled back into place, my butt on the edge of the bed, the
lights had come on in the upstairs bedroom.  Bonnie was walking towards
the two windows, and had placed one hand upon the shades as though to
draw it down when the woman stepped into view, placing her hand over
Bonnie's.  I saw their lips move for a moment, the black haired woman
shaking her head, Bonnie's eyebrows coming up, then shrugging her
shoulders.  The curtains stayed open.

They kissed again, their hands wandering up and down the sides of each
other's bodies.  The woman slowly played with the hem of Bonnie's dress,
lifting it up along her legs as their hips rocked back and forth
together.  Bonnie's hands slid up, caressing the woman's breasts through
the blouse, her nipples becoming hard and erect through the thin cotton
material.

Now Bonnie's dress was sliding up over the round shape of her ass. 
Clearly she was naked under her dress, ready for this very encounter,
and for a moment I wonder if George had any clue about all this.  But,
my mind was again distracted when the woman placed one hand on either
side of Bonnie's rear and began to caress to fleshy globes of her ass,
sliding a knee between her legs and pulling Bonnie onto it.

Bonnie had her head back, almost looking over her shoulder at me, and I
could see her eyes were closed, her hips rocking back and forth across
the woman's legs.  From behind, I could just see the beginnings of her
pussy lips, a trace of silvery hair surrounding them.  Like the petals
of a flower, they were full and open, glinting with wet moisture that
left a shiny track on the woman's skirt.

The woman reached down, and pulled Bonnie's dress slowly up and off her
body.  I caught a view of the edge of Bonnie's left breast, a very full
shaped dangling mass of lovely skin tipped by a long hard nipple that
was quickly swallowed up by the woman's mouth.  Bonnie caressed her
hair, looking down and watching as she licked her way back and forth
between her breasts.

Now they danced a sensuous limbo, bodies moving gracefully over the bed,
Bonnie's naked breasts jiggling in and out of view as they swept around
in a circle.  Bonnie's hair had come undone, and the long silver tresses
draped across her shoulders as she fumbled for the buttons of the
woman's blouse, opening it and cupping her breasts with both hands.  The
woman fell back onto the bed, Bonnie following her, her soft ruby lips
pressing into the woman's neck.  

They rolled onto their sides next to each other, Bonnie's mouth sliding
down over the younger woman's shoulders, her hands caressing those
lovely breasts, the woman's dark colored nipples pebbly and hard. 
Bonnie pressed her mouth to the tip of one, her tongue darting out to
run around and around it, before her warm inviting lips closed over it,
sucking it into them.  I saw the woman's back arch, her hips lifting off
the bed as she forced her breast further into Bonnie's mouth.

Bonnie's hands stills strayed, exploring this body I craved so dearly,
running down her smooth belly and under the edge of her skirt.  I could
see the outline of her hand as it slid down between the woman's legs,
which parted wide to admit her fingers.  They traced circles over her
sweet spot, a loving soft stroke that left the woman trembling as
Bonnie's fingers worked her.

Finally, Bonnie reached over with her other hand, and tugged the skirt
down and off those soft looking thighs.  As with Bonnie, she had been
naked under her clothing, her body ready to accept the delicious
sensations of a lover, whomever that may be.  Her pussy unhindered by a
trace of hair, pale pink lips wet and open, as Bonnie's hand swept back
into place, stroking slowly over her damp sex.

I watched with hands holding the telescope steady, unable to tear my
fingers free long enough to stroke my stiff shaft, the tip dripping
pre-cum down the length.  

It was Bonnie who worked her way downward first.  Bonnie, whose silver
hair dripped over the woman's stomach like soft velvet.  Bonnie, his
lips found their way to her wetness, her tongue flicking out in darting
motions, running over those lips, the hard nub of clit.

I came.  I never once touched myself, but the unmistakable twitch of my
cock followed by the spurt of white that fell to the carpet was most
certainly an orgasm.  And, then, of all miracles today, I stayed hard.

Distracted for a moment by this event, when I turned back, the woman was
bucking against Bonnie's face, her lips shaped in a delicate O, eyes
closed.  She was, at that moment, the only woman in the world, and I
loved her as fully as I have ever loved another person.  I felt the
lurching joyful pain in my gut, wishing that it was I whose body was
pleasuring hers.

Finally, her orgasm subsided, and Bonnie lay next to her, stroking her
hair and kissing her neck.  I guess they talked quietly for a while,
then Bonnie nodded and stood up, walking over to the foldout doors of
the closet.

When she returned, she had a piece of black fabric in her hand.  She lay
on her back in the middle of the bed, and the woman tied the cloth over
her eyes.  She touched Bonnie for a short while, stroking her fingers
between those silver pubes before bringing them to her mouth, her tongue
darting out to lick them.  Then, she stood and left the bedroom and my
line of sight.

I kept my eyes glued to the telescope, waiting for her return, waiting
to see what she would bring back with her.  But, when I heard the sound
of the door outside closing, I pulled free and glanced down at the
street.

She was halfway across, running through the rain, wearing just the parka
she had left downstairs which barely covered her crotch.  She ran
straight up to my door below my eyes, and thrust a piece of paper
through the mail slot.  Then, she ran over to the truck, hopped in, and
drove off into the afternoon.

I raced down the stairs in time to see her taillights winking as she
turned off on a side street.  The piece of paper was stuck between the
outer wrought iron security door and the inner solid wooden door, and
though I was naked I opened the inner door and pulled the paper free.

It read: Go to her.  Don't dress, just your coat.  Do it now, do what
you know I want you to do.  I will meet you on Friday at the mall for
lunch if you do this for me.

I grabbed my coat, and was still pulling it closed as I raced across the
sidewalk and over the street.  Bonnie and George's door was unlocked,
and I threw the bolt as I passed through, dropping my coat on the chair
and jogging up the stairs.

The room looked different from this angle, and when I glanced out the
window I was relieved to see that, though my shades were open, you truly
couldn't see anything beyond the pane of glass.  I had often worried
about that, wondering if I could be seen peeking.  There is no joy in
getting caught, only the joy in successfully viewing a naked body.

Bonnie lay on the bed, blindfolded, her fingers stroking her own body,
rubbing her wetness.  The scent of her filled my nostrils, and my cock
twitched in response, still hard as it had been for so long now.  She
whispered one small sentence… "take me."  This was not my fantasy, not
my place, not what I wanted, but the message of the woman and my desire
for her kept me stimulated and aroused.

I climbed on top of her, guiding my cock between her plump thighs,
parting that tangle of silvery pubic hair with the tip of my cock,
thrusting into her.  She came almost immediately, crying out as she
clung to my body, telling me over and over again how good it felt, how
wonderful my cock felt inside her.

My cum welled up from deep inside, and as I climaxed it was for her I
did so, and Bonnie was her, her silver hair turning black, her breasts
pulling up more firmly and slightly smaller, her waist narrower.  My
lust and love was for her, and spilled inside her, as I moaned out my
feelings with each cum spewing stroke.

Finally, I pulled myself free from Bonnie's body.  She whispered
quietly, "Thank you.  Whenever I am home and put on the blindfold, you
may come over and have me."

I kissed her cheek and left, wondering if she actually knew who I was at
all.  Now I was furtive as I darted across the street, my head held low,
hoping no other neighbors were home to see.  

And so, there you have it.  And here I am, unsure what is happening,
lost in whatever she has planned for me.  No longer hunting for that
next glorious view, but feeling controlled and hunted myself.

10:15 - George came home to a Bonnie modestly attired, looking happy and
demure.  But, I noticed she no longer draws the shades all the way
closed.  And, I noticed she took him immediately to the bedroom, undid
his belt and lowered his trousers, then took into her mouth the short,
stout cock beneath his generous belly, sucking him until he came on
those ruby red lips.  After that, the light went out, and I know not
what else might have happened.

I can't wait until Friday.  But I am afraid, and obsessed, and in love. 
And I don't even know who she is.

(c) 1998, J.Reynolds
-- 
"The church says the earth is flat.  But I know it's
 round for I have seen it's shadow on the moon and
 I have more faith in a shadow then the church" - Magellan


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