Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000 08:36:47 PDT
From: Nicole Jamais <nicolecd69@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Jogger

								04/02/2000
THE JOGGER

Even though I am young, I try to stay in shape. I am not one for going to
the gym. I like to be on my own and work at my own pace and not have to
worry about what other people are thinking about me or what I am doing. I
must be doing something right. I am 5' 8" tall and weigh 129 pounds. My
measurements are 34B-26-35 and with my shoulder length auburn hair and a
slender body I think I can hold my own. Besides, I found it very hard to
concentrate when there were all those females around. I found it very
difficult to keep my eyes off them. It was easier just to stay away and I
would not have to deal with it. As a result, I had worked out my own routine
and every other night I went for a run.
	I live in a very safe neighborhood and I don't have to worry about being
harassed when I run at night. I vary my route and I try to jumble it up so I
never run the same place in a row. When I run I tend to look around me at
all times and I enjoy looking in other homes as I run by. It amazes me how
many people keep their blinds or curtains open with their lights on. You can
see everything that is going on. I guess I sort of turned into a voyeur.
This was half the fun in going for a run. There is one house in particular
near my own, where a woman in her mid twenties lives. She always leaves her
blinds open and it so happens that when I finish my run and I walk around to
cool off, I pass by her house.
	The first night I saw her she was sitting at her dressing table in front of
her mirror, brushing out her long dark hair. I happened to look in her
window as I passed by, since it was on the ground level. She was very
beautiful. She took my breath away. I silently walked by her window two or
three times that night just to get another look at her. Every night after
that, I did the same thing. Some nights I saw her, others I didn't. One
night I caught her as she was walking into her room. She must have just come
from the shower and she had a towel on her head and she was wearing a short
terry cloth bathrobe that was tied loosely about her body. As she moved I
caught glimpses of her upper thighs and when she sat in front of her mirror,
it fell away exposing the satiny flesh of her legs. She lifted her arms to
remove the towel from her head and then leaned forward to get her brush from
the dressing table and her small cone shaped breasts were exposed. My knees
felt weak and my stomach was in turmoil. My throat was dry. Hiding in the
shadows, I watched as she brushed out her hair. I was shaking. I knew I
should not be watching her but I could not help myself. It had been a long
time since I had been with someone. I had to force myself to leave and
return home. I did not want to be caught hiding in the shadows and get
arrested. That night I could not get her off of my mind. All I could think
of was the softness of her skin and her tiny cone shaped breasts.
	Two nights later it was hot and humid. There was slight drizzle. I run no
matter what the weather is like, the rain on my face and body feels
cleansing. I pushed myself hard because I wanted to get to the girl's house
to see her. As I walked by, there was no one in the room but the light was
on. She was driving me crazy. She was consuming me. I could think of nothing
else during the day. On my second trip by the window I noticed a fan was on
and the window was up about 4 inches. As I was directly across from the
window, she entered the room. My stomach jumped and tightened. She was naked
and wet from the shower I presume. Her hair hung in strings about her head.
Her breasts were just as beautiful as I remembered them. Her legs were firm,
long and joined into a flat tummy and a neatly trimmed pubic area. She moved
towards the dressing table and sat before the mirror. Reaching forward she
took her brush and began to comb out her hair. I moved closer to the window,
closer than I had ever been before. The fan was blowing directly on her and
as she removed the tangles from her hair, I noticed her nipples were growing
bigger. They were sticking out almost begging for some one to touch them and
suck on them. I wanted it to be me!
	I watched as she finished brushing her hair and after she placed the brush
on the table she sat there looking at herself in the mirror. She brought her
hands up to cup her breasts and she closed her eyes. She began to slowly
rotate her hands and squeeze her breasts then she pinched and pulled her
nipples gently. Her eyes were still closed. What was she thinking about? I
could hardly contain myself. I felt the familiar feeling in the pit of my
stomach and I wanted to do the same to myself, but I didn't dare. I was
taking a chance standing in the shadows watching, as it was. Suddenly she
stood up and made her way over to her bed. I had to move to the right of the
window to get a full view of the area where the bed was. I had a lump in my
throat, I could hardly breath. What was I going to see? I was hoping she
would leave the light on. Sitting on the bed she continued to massage her
breasts and tease her nipples. Moments later, she lay back on the bed and
opened up her legs, raising her knees up. I was looking directly at her. I
had an open view of her gorgeous body. Her right hand crept down and
separated the folds of her flesh. I could see her wetness as her finger
rubbed and probed. It took everything I had not to touch myself. She
continued to tease her nipples with her left hand as the fingers on her
right hand played in her wetness.
	I watched from the darkness as she played with herself and I wished I were
there with her. I wondered what she was thinking. Who was she making love to
in her mind? I wished it were I!  My own body betrayed me as I felt the
wetness between my legs and my nipples hardening and straining against my
jogging bra. I thought to myself that I should leave, I had been here too
long. I did not want to get caught peeping. I heard a soft moan and I looked
back into the room to see that the girls had lowered her legs and was
squeezing them together, trapping her hand as it brought her to the edge and
over. She cried out and then whimpered as her spasms subsided. Quickly I
left.
	I could not believe my good fortune, seeing the girl I had watched for so
long, pleasuring herself. What an erotic experience, but also beautiful. I
wanted to do the same once I got home but after a quick cool shower I
decided against it. I wanted to maintain my edge, my senses were alert. I
could not get her off my mind. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was
her beautiful body. I stayed away from her house for about a week. I don't
know if I was being paranoid but I did not want to be seen hanging around
there too often.  As the weeks went by, I saw her on occasion sitting at her
dressing table or walking about her room, but never like that one hot night
during the rain.
	Near the end of the summer I had to work late one night, so my evening run
was delayed by over an hour. I fully expected the girl's light to be off but
as I approached the house I noticed her light was still on. As I walked by
her window I saw her once again sitting at her dressing table but this time
she was fully clothed. She appeared to have been out because she was in a
short dress outfit and had on full makeup. She was gorgeous. I moved closer
to the window, trying to get a better look. I got as close as I dared to the
window. The bedroom door opened and there stood a tall, slim woman, dressed
in a dark business suit and she had her hair pulled back in a French roll.
She stood there as if she was unsure if she should enter the room
completely, slowly she walked towards the girl and stood behind her. The
girl continued to brush her hair and she smiled slightly. The woman began to
massage the girl's shoulders and she tilted her head to the right, which
caused her hair to fall away and expose her neck. The older woman bent down
and kissed the nape of the young girl's neck. I could see the girl had
closed her eyes and was enjoying the sensation. The woman's hands traveled
from the girls shoulders down her arms and then wrapped around the young
girls body in a passionate hug as she continued to kiss her neck and made
her way up to nibble on the girls ear. The girl stood up and turned to face
the woman and kissed her. I could not believe what I was seeing. It was a
hesitant kiss at first, tentative, unsure. She broke off the kiss as if she
was about to turn away; she had done something wrong. Then the older woman
raised her arms and held her close and kissed her back. This kiss was more
passionate. They held each other. I was in awe.
	The woman's hands began to travel up and down the girl's back as they
kissed and ground their bodies together.  The woman pulled up the girl's
dress at the back. Exposing her nylon clad legs and naked cheeks. Such a
beautiful sight. She squeezed the flesh and then her hands moved on to
explore other areas. The dress was in the way and she pulled it over the
young girl's head leaving her standing in her hose and thong. She was not
wearing a bra and those perfect little cone shaped breasts were fully
exposed. The woman went right for them and held them in her hands as she
lowered her head to take a nipple into her mouth. The girl moaned and flung
her head back as the woman used her expert lips and tongue on her.  The girl
began to unbutton the woman's jacket and slid it from her shoulders. All the
while kissing each other. Next came her white satin blouse and skirt. The
woman reached up and unclasped her hair and tossed her head to the side. Her
hair cascaded down to her shoulders and framed her face. She looked softer
now, not as severe but more wild. They both stood there in front of each
other. I am not one for feminine lingerie but seeing both of them in their
heels, hose and thongs made me begin to appreciate how the female body is
highlighted in this type of apparel.
	The young girl was the first to move. She slowly raised her hand and
extended her finger out to touch one of the woman's engorged nipples. The
woman did not move. The girl traced the nipple with her finger and then held
the woman's ample breast in her hand. Looking up, she moved into the woman's
arms and once again they kissed, their bodies mashed together. The young
girl broke the kiss and lowered her head to the woman's breasts and I saw
her tongue flick out and touch the nipple. Was this the first time she had
done this or had she done it many times before? It was hard to tell. As she
sucked and nibbled on one nipple, her hand was busy squeezing and massaging
the other breast. Now the woman had her eyes closed and was enjoying the
sensations the young girl was providing her. She held on to the girl's head
gently running her fingers through her hair. The girl switched nipples and
then she slowly lowered herself to her knees before the woman. Kissing and
licking a trail from the woman's breast down her chest to her tummy. I heard
a moan escape from the woman. The girl was then on her knees before the
woman and she was looking up at her as she hooked her fingers into the
waistband of the woman's thong and began to pull it down her thighs. The
woman moved her legs in closer together so the girl could slide it down her
legs more easily. The woman still had her hands on the girl's head and once
the girl had the thong down to the floor her fingertips traced a path back
up the woman's legs. She leaned forward and softly planted a kiss on the
woman's lower tummy. The hands held her head there.
	I was straining to get a better view. The girl continued kissing the
woman's tummy as her hands and fingers danced over the flesh of the woman's
legs and inner thighs. Her one finger disappeared into the womanhood before
her and came out glistening with wetness. Her tongue crept out and licked
the tip of her finger. This brought a smile to the face of the older woman
who was looking down at her. The girl then put her whole finger in her mouth
and licked it clean. Leaning forward her tongue came out and swiped upwards
into the woman which brought a sigh from her as the girl's tongue made
contact with her. Her tongue continued to lick and probe and she pressed her
face firmly into the woman whose hands were now holding her head firmly in
place.
	The woman now had her eyes closed and her head tilted back as the girl
pleasured her with her tongue. Little moans escaped from her lips. I was so
aroused myself, watching this happening before me. Suddenly the woman pushed
the girl's head away from her and urged her to her feet. Once the girl was
standing before her, she pulled her into her and kissed her on the lips,
tasting her own wetness as she did so.  She then led the girl over to the
bed and they lay beside each other in a passionate embrace. The girl then
lay on top of the woman and as they kissed again, she placed her thigh
between the woman's and began to rub herself against the woman. Breaking the
kiss she swung herself around into the 69 position with her knees straddling
the woman's head and she lowered herself onto the face of the woman. At the
same time she pulled the woman's legs apart and buried her face into her. I
was so aroused my own wetness was tricking down my legs. They remained this
way, giving pleasure to each other and I could see the woman's body begin to
stiffen and spasm as she reached orgasm. While the woman continued to lick,
the girl raised her head and looked directly out of the window to where I
was standing and smiled at me as she licked the wetness from her lips.

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