Eyes of desire (closed to Kahlanai)

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Name: Miranda Ward
Age: 36
Bust: 34B/C bust size 8 dress (Uk sizes)
Hair: just past shoulder length naturally curly often worn in a pony tail and dark eyes to match
Complexion: White (Caucasian) but with some Meditteranian ancestry so browns easily in the sun

Miranda is petite at 5'2 but has a toned, curvaceous form with naturally brown wavy hair, that is often worn as a pony Tail. Her measurements are a 34B/C bust, her ex-boyfriend used to joke about being able to predict her period by the increase in the swell of her cleavage. At work she rarely wears trousers, always dresses in a skirt or dress. Her attire is very professional yet she always endeavors to retain a feminine edge, a hint of cleavage, boots- always provocative, alluring rather than totally in your face sexuality! Underneath she often wears fine silk lace bras, thongs, though of course she also has more utilitarian items for more practical usage.

As to her dress sense, Miranda rarely dressed sluttish, as a high street common hooker. Rather she would be more aptly described as the high class call girl, professional yet provocative look. Rarely in trousers other than tight jeans or leggings.. she always dressed well, her toned, curvy legs suited tight jeans/leggings or skirts. Most were below the knee but with revealing slits, many were bespoke to emphasise the slit... Miranda believes in the saying "Less is More"

She has an extensive lingerie collection, silks and lace and enjoyed wearing it... Often she would were a pastel shade blouse/top, but with a darker bra underneath, e.g. a navy blue bra under a pale blue blouse... Miranda loved boots, and had a large collection. She had early discovered how sexually provocative they can be, the best way to get her ex to recover was to masturbate him with the toe of her leather boot, her FMB. Whilst they were never in a Ds relationship he would lick and kiss the leather, and his erection would return so quickly...

Miranda is well educated and works as a regional sales manager for a medical company. She lives on her own and after a long relationship breaking up, has been single. The reason for the break up was hat she had been unfaithful having discovered her bi-sexuality. Whilst her ex was always keen on a three some with two girls, he would not either allow for her desire of two men, not her desire to see the girl on a one to one at times!

She owns her own flat, with the majority of the mortgage paid for, and is located in suburbia in North London, very close to a tube station. She lives on a small development of private apartments, each block having eight apartments, two on each floor. In total there are five blocks, and she lives on the second one up the hill. This means that her third floor apartment over looks windows in the first and third apartment.

What that means is that if Miranda looks from some certain windows she can see into the windows of the next block of flats in either direction especially those on the lower floors as she looks down. Most windows have net curtains, but not all, and so it is possible to see into the windows and the occupants.

In one block, in the last 8 or 9 months a new family have moved in, or at least a mother and a daughter. Miranda would suggest that the daughter is 17-19 and her parent/guardian is of a similar age to Miranda.

Over the last few months Miranda has sen both the mother and daughter and has almost started to not spy or stalk them, but as she watches the world go buy, she as seen them especially if she is in the kitchen or on the balcony of the living room. And her curiosity, even desire, for one or both has started to develop...

One Sunday lunchtime, as she stands in the kitchen hand washing her finer lingerie, she ses the daughter leave the building and walks round to the bin, carrying their waste before walking down tot eh tube station. During this moment, Miranda just stops and stares...

As soon as the girl is out of sight, she resumes the washing of her lingerie.

 

[Kahlanai]

Name: Katherine Logan, goes by Kate
Age: 18
Bust size: Average for her age group at about 34C
Hair: Dark brown with a few natural, almost red highlights when it catches the light in the right way.
Complexion: Fair skin tone that burns quite easily if she isn't careful. She's of Romanian ancestry so has a few of their more alluring traits such as her deep dark brows eyes.

Katherine, preferring to go by Kate, tends to pout when someone using her full first name when speaking with her. It's not that she doesn't like it; just that it is most often used by her parents when she's in trouble. Her parents are divorced, though they've managed to keep things civil, if only for the sake of their daughter, and occasionally can even stand to have a meal together as a family. At eighteen, Kate recently graduated from high school, at which point her mother decided to move from their little house in Bristol to an apartment in North London, where she could accept a promotion recently offered to her and Kate could look into further studies more easily and have more of a social life without her father keeping too close a watch on her and making her uncomfortable. Her father still lives in Bristol, though they speak frequently and Kate visits him often. She loves him dearly, but it's nice to have some space. Having just graduated, she's enjoying the fresh air and freedom that comes with having no class on a daily basis. She knows she should look into getting a job, but for now she just wants to enjoy her freedom.

She has her mother's dark, smokey eyes and dark hair usually left to hang loosely down her back in it's natural long, loose waves, and the fair skin from her mother's Romanian heritage. Her hair, when caught just right in the light, seems to have some natural red-brown highlights, a genetic gift courtesy of her red-haired father. Standing at 5'4", she's not the tallest young woman around, but her subtle curves and her long legs more than make up for what she lacks in height. Her breasts are a perky 34C not huge by any means but a nice handful, as one might call it.

Though she is young and pretty, she doesn't tend to flaunt herself. She's never overtly sexual in her attire, but she won't hide herself behind clothes that fail to do her justice. She prefers skirts, but is also quite happy to wear jeans. She has a tendency to reveal a little strip of her flat stomach between her top and bottom garments, especially when wearing her jeans which invariably sit snugly on her hip, slightly low but not so much so that you might thing it indecent. Oversized t-shirts and knit dresses are one of her favourite things to wear when she's at home, sometimes with tights or legging underneath, especially when she's expecting visitors. She has a love of vintage-style cloying, especially dresses that sit just below mid thigh length, but the nice things are hard to come by and they're reserved for special occasions or times that she wants to feel particularly good about herself.

As an observant and curious young woman, she tended to notice things that other people don't, at least, she noticed them faster than others might. For example, in the eight or nine months that she had been living in he apartment with her mother she'd noticed the one tiny design flaw that might have disturbed others but served only to intrigue her; if she looked up at some of the windows of other apartments from her living room, she could see quite clearly into the apartments and lives of other people. Deep down, she knew she shouldn't look, that she should perhaps suggest to their mother that they hang curtains for privacy, but for some reason she hadn't done so yet. She liked observing human behaviour and this afforded her a good opportunity. An opportunity to watch people in their own comfort zone.

There was one window in particular that she found herself looking through more regularly than she perhaps should have, that of an older brunette woman. She wasn't sure why, but she often found herself casting a glance up at that window when she had a clear view, often before she could fully realise what she was doing. Luckily, neither the woman, nor Kate's mother had caught her so far. As she left this morning, heading to the tube to meet her friends, she glanced up at that window quickly while she grabbed the garbage from the kitchen, shaking her head to snap herself out of it, scolding herself for been creepy. The older brunette was a beautiful woman, but she knew that was no excuse to keep invading her privacy. She shook her head again, clearing her thoughts as she left the apartment and made her way downstairs and out to the bin to dispose of the rubbish. It took more will power than she had expected to avoid looking back up to that window as she made her way down the street to the tube, jeans low on her hips, the small bare section of her midriff tickled by the cool breeze. She was not out for long today, a few hours with her friends and she was back, arms full of bags from the grocery shopping she'd done. She did, after all, need to feed her mother - the woman worked so hard it was the least she could do to help her out. With a little difficulty and a few dropped vegetables along the way, she made her way back to her apartment, placing the bags onto the counter and glancing up carefully to the window of the woman that seemed to intrigue her so easily. It was just a habit, or at least she kept telling herself so. She knew she couldn't allow herself to be caught looking - she did not want to be one of those creepy peeping-tom types who made everyone uncomfortable.

 

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During the Sunday afternoon, Miranda glanced out of her windows a couple of times. She even sat on the balcony with a coffee and her kindle but didn't really see either the mother or daughter that afternoon...

During the evening around 10:30 as Miranda was heading to bed, she was in the kitchen when she saw the daughter's bedroom light was on, though no sign of her. She watched for a minute or two before retiring to bed.

That Monday was a typical April morning, cloudy as Miranda woke up. It wasn't long before Miranda heard the sound of rain on her windows as she got ready for work, black flat boots, a longer skirt and jacket, and a water proof coat.

As she headed to the tube at around 7:30 she did not notice the daughter looking at her from her room as she hurried to the dryness of the tube...

 

[Kahlanai]

Kate woke early on Monday morning, at about 7am, rolling over and blinking the light from her eyes. She remained in her bed, snuggled in to the warmth and comfort of her sheets and wishing she could lose herself in her dreams all over again. Alas, it proved useless and about fifteen minutes later, she realised she was far beyond slipping into her little dream world again. Stretching out her still-half-asleep muscles, Kate took a refreshing, deep, early morning breath, welcoming a new day, though she had no idea what she would spend it doing. She just happened to turn her attention out her bedroom window, the clock on her bedside table reading 7:30am, when she saw a brunette exiting one of the other apartments blocks, It took her a moment to process, her mind still a bleary half-awake system, fogged with the remnants of her slumber, but when she finally recognised the woman, she moved, sitting up among the mess of sheets on her soft bed, leaning forward to watch her as she walked. The subtle, womanly sway of her hips and the way she huddled into herself against the rain that continued to fall.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Kate toyed with a few ideas as she watched the woman leave. She was tempted to dress quickly and follow her down the street, hoping for a 'chance' meeting. She couldn't help but feel a desire to learn more about the woman, even just to learn her name. But she dismissed that thought, sighing gently as she flung back her soft bedsheets and slipped from their warmth to stand. Crossing to her window, wearing only her little baby blue pyjama top and matching panties, she watched the woman as she hurried through the rain and out into the wider world. Her deep brown eyes took in the older brunette's attire; professional yet somehow still incredibly attractive. Eventually, once the woman was gone, removed from her line of sight, she returned to the present, to the day that was laid before her. She showered and dressed, ignoring any nagging thoughts that tugged away at the strings of her mind.

Kate stopped checking the windows as she passed by them after an hour or two, realising that she was not only being inappropriate but also that the woman was more than likely at work and would not return until later in the evening. She had one of her friends over for a while to keep her mind focussed before she tidied up, and prepared dinner for mother, laying out the table so she could sit down and eat as soon as she walked in the door. They ate together, laughing and joking about varying subjects. Her mother was more a friend to Kate than a figure of authority. Together, they moved from the dinner table, Kate swatting at her mother's hands as she tried to tidy up the dirtied places and utensils. Retiring to the lounge room, Kate sat with her mother to watch TV, occasionally standing to mimic someone as was usual for her, receiving laughter and well-meant jibes from her mother for her efforts. When her mother chose to go to bed, blaming a long day, Kate planted a gently kiss on her cheek and switched the TV off to return to the mess she'd made in the kitchen.

Absentmindedly, she wandered by the window in the lounge room after she'd cleaned up the mess that remained from dinner, the carpet tickling her bare feet as she began pulling the lightweight green knit dress over her head. The material caressed her skin like soft fingertips as she lifted it over her slender form, exposing her flat, toned abdomen and the light pink underwear set, dotted with deep brown, almost black, spots. Freeing her long locks from the dress as she pulled it over her head, she draped it over her right forearm and reached around her back, her fingertips closing around the clasp of her bra. As she pushed the straps over her shoulders she felt the garment fall away from her breasts and she placed that over her arm too, before disappearing into her bathroom. It was not an intentional show of her body, not a tease for the people who might have fixed their gaze on the window that she'd partially exposed herself before. It was simply an honest mistake, something that would have made a rosy blush spring to her cheeks had she realised what she'd done. The girl was scatter-brained sometimes; while she may have been observant and perhaps too curious for her own good, she had a tendency to forget the little things, the important things. Things that would see to it that she did not strip in front of open windows. But she was in her own space, and was comfortable. She had not taken the time to assess that, if she could see out into other apartments, they could surely see in. She could watch the one that intrigued her so, and thus they could also watch her, though she had not for a moment thought that they might.

The next morning was not much better. She woke at approximately the same time as she had the morning before and while still wiping sleep from her eyes she moved to lean against the sill of her bed room window in similarly scanty pyjamas, looking down on the street below, trying to talk herself out of lifting those smokey eyes to the window she almost thought of as a friend by now. It was not right to be peeping into someone else's life, she kept trying to tell herself that but her subconscious never listened and continued to pull those string that seemed to override her morals.

 

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Miranda had a long day at the office, and worked late. It was gone 7:30 pm when she arrived home, closing her front door, and locking it with the mortise lock, and the security chain.

She headed into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea, before headed to her bedroom. Her bedroom was on the side, and was the only room that didn't over look another block of flats, or more importantly was overlooked. Though she was higher, she could look down at the houses on the other side of the road, but they were ~150 yards away and had for the most part had netted curtains.

Now in just her blouse, she returned to the kitchen to pour her tea and then sat and watched the TV..

About 13 minutes later, she wanted another mug of tea, and so headed to her kitchen and stopped wide eyed, the kitchen still in darkness as she glanced out of the window.

She saw the daughter lift her dress off, pulling it over her head, revealing her bra. Miranda couldn't work out the bra colour, it looked nude but wasn't sure. Suddenly, The bra was unclasped exposing her back to Miranda, the outside world, before she walked away, the light being switched off.

Miranda was speechless as she stood there for several minutes, before she forced her self back to reality. She poured herself another tea and retired back to her living room looking out. That flat was in total darkness.

She sat back down and watched TV, but her mind wasn't there. She was closing her eyes re-living that moment when she saw the girl remove her dress, unclasp her bra.

"Stop it" Miranda muttered to her self, she cant even be 18 yet, and your almost old enough to be her mother. "For fuck sake you do not even know her name!"

Yet Miranda was intrigued by the girl, her little show, arguably more alluring than if she had faced the window. Miranda had seen her unclasp her bra, and allowed her bra to fall away. That for Miranda is one of the most provocative sites she knows, every time a new female lover does that for the first time she always shivers as the chill ran down her spine

The news finally retrieved Miranda's attention before she headed to bed, and masturbated. As she climaxed, the thought of the girl unclasping her bra on the pinnacle of Miranda's mind...


The next few days, Miranda was just as busy, and didn't see any sign of the girl, though one night see saw the mother, guardian ironing. For a few minutes Miranda watched from the shadows as she ironed in a simple racer back style top. The top was tight, and when she turned to face the window the top was tight, as it hugged her figure, her breasts revealing so much yet hiding so much more...

"mmm less is definitely more alluring" Miranda mumbled to her self


Miranda just watched as she gracefully ironed, and watched the TV and thought of the older girl as well. She could not put her finger on as she watched either of them, but what made Miranda so intrigued by them.

Was it their looks, their sexuality/ Was it because they didn't have net curtains allowing Miranda to view into their home, their world their lives, and take a snap shot...

She shivered as she said snap shot as she fought the urge to go and retrieve her digital SLR with a zoom lens.

LAter that evening, alone in her bed, she thought of the older woman ironing, in the tight racer back top and what appeared to be tight jeans. She looked good.

"She wondered if the woman had a partner? She knew the girl had boy friends round, most recently saw them snogging through a window when they were in the stair well but never seen the woman with a partner.

The following evening as Miranda walked home from the tube, she saw the two of them on the other side of the road, the mother in a jacket and tight jeans, knee high mid tan boots.

 

[Kahlanai]

Kate hadn't seen the woman for some time now, a few days for sure. She wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or whether she was disappointed. Maybe it would be the little push she needed to stop peering through those open windows. The days she needed to quit cold turkey, though it was not easy. A few times she found herself thinking of what she had seen, the small things she'd witnessed or noticed about the woman in the window, and she was embarrassed with herself when she discovered how easily she became distracted by such thoughts, by how excited just a few little thoughts or memories could made her, even though she knew nothing about the person she thought of. "Jesus, Kate…" she's mumbled to herself a few times, rolling her eyes and trying to set her mind on something else. Her boyfriend had been a good distraction, but he obviously couldn't be around all the time, and could not expel every thought she had.

She had tried many times to encourage her mother to date again. She knew her mother had had one or two casual partners, but she had never has a serious partner. Not since her parents has divorced. At least, there had been no one that she knew of.

She redressed after lunch, into a pair of tight black jeans and a form fitting light pink top that clung to her shapely breasts, the cut relatively low. as was usual for the girl, she exposed that tantalising strip of skin between the hem of her shirt and the waist of her jeans. She slipped a pair of long black boots on, just under knee-high length with a bit of a heel, before she left the house with her mother, heading out into town for the afternoon, some mother-daughter time. Time just for the two of them.

They were headed home again when Kate noticed a figure on the other side of the street. It did not take her long to recognise the brown hair and the slender form of the woman she'd been admiring. Kate felt her mind reeling, her heart beat increase slightly. Her mind buzzed as she tried to come up with some reason to cross the street, to run into the older woman by 'accident', to see her up close, to feed her curiosity and stoke the fire, but she knew that, with her mother next to her, it was dangerous. She could never come up with something that would not arouse her mother's suspicion and she could not very well tell her the truth, that she'd been watching the brunette through the windows of their apartment as she moved around her own. Had her mother seen her too? Did she ever chance a glance up to the apartment, just to watch?

Kate glanced at her mother, then across the road to the attractive brunette. She chanced a glance and a smile, hoping that she wouldn't betray too much. With any luck, she would simply appear to be a friendly young woman who smiled at strangers, rather than a friendly young woman who was flashing a smile at an attractive woman she'd been watching through open apartment windows. Biting her bottom lip, she forced herself back to reality, tearing her gaze away slowly, before she could become too obvious with her way her eyes took in the woman's alluring attire and her gorgeous curves. She could feel something ignite within her while she looked at the object of her curiosity, even felt her desire flare slightly, but she managed to swallow that down, suppress it for now, at least until she was out of eyeshot of both her mother and the other woman. She could feel that subtle tingle dance of her skin as she allowed herself to glance across the road at the woman every now and then, trying hard to be subtle.

She was not disappointed at the idea of returning home now, she knew the woman was home and that there was every chance she would catch a glimpse of her in the window.

 

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Miranda glanced at them several times before the girl looked at her. She felt her cheeks blush, though the girl would be to far away to notice.

Miranda continued walking, her stride reducing subtly, but subconsciously as she eyed up both the older woman in her boots and jeans,, and the younger girl in her skirt and leggings.

Suddenly their eyes met, and aware that they had made contact, Miranda smiled briefly before a moment or two later they pass don opposite pavements,

Miranda sighed softly, and felt a sudden relaxation of a tenseness she had not noticed as the two approached...

Later that evening, Miranda was in her room looking for a blouse, a silk ornge blouse that she wanted to wear with a brown skirt with a delicate orange pattern. As she took it out of the wardrobe, despite being hung it was creased, and needed to iron.

Soon Dressed in her silk robe, she ironed in full view of the window unaware that the girl was watching her. As she ironed she thought of the brief passing out in the street, confused, unsure whom she was attracted to the most.

But she was attracted to both for completely different reasons...

 

[Kahlanai]

Tahlya, Kate's mother, wasn't stupid. She too had noticed the lack of curtains on their window, had noticed that, should she try, she could see quite clearly into the apartments of other people. Like her daughter, however, she had never mentioned it. She allowed herself a moment or two each day, just to look up of one of the windows, and had, of course, noticed that there was one extremely attractive brunette who lived in what she believed was the fifth apartment block. Every now and then, she'd sneak a peek, but she had enough self control that she could avoid it becoming too much of a habit.

The woman was attractive, certainly, but she'd never been with another woman before and she couldn't help but fell slightly strange about how attracted she was to the pretty brunette. She, like her daughter, watched and she other woman passed by them on the opposite pavement that day, clearing her throat and casting her gaze away quickly, before her daughter had enough time to realise where her eyes were lingering.

She saw the smile Kate flashed the other woman, though thought nothing of it as her girl was friendly, albeit slightly shy and a bit of a nerd when it actually came to talking to strangers. Kate had always been that way. Watching, however, meant little actually contact with the person in question, and Kate didn't have to fight her shy tendencies. When they'd made it up to their apartment, Tahlya had gone in for an early shower, a chance to relieve some of her pent up frustration and confusion at her attraction to another woman as her fingers worked their magic, while Kate went to the lounge room and, out of habit, glanced up at the window. What she saw made her heart skip a beat. How could a silk robe make someone seem so alluring and, dare she say it, sexy? She couldn't help but watch, occasionally turning away to make sure that her mother had not reappeared and that the other woman did not see her with her eyes glued to her form.

The next evening, Kate had her boyfriend over, keeping her company while her mother went out with someone she'd never met, dressed to kill as usual, which Kate made sure she knew when she'd come out to ask her daughter's opinion of the outfit. When, as they sat on the couch in the living room, Kate's boyfriend became a little handsy, teasing her skin and kissing her neck, she didn't deny him, didn't push him away. She needed something to help her deal with all the confusion and pent up frustration that had occurred over her time watching the other window. But, even as her leaned over her on the couch, nipping her neck and pushing his fingers up under her shirt to tease her skin, she found her eyes flicked to the window, briefly, before she forced herself back to reality and pushed him away, moving to her bedroom, where she would not be so tempted to look elsewhere and would not be quite so noticeable. Of course, she hadn't hung curtains over her bedroom window, and it meant that, if you tried, you could watch her, but it was far less obvious when compared to the living room window. If someone wanted to watch, and to her surprise she found that she enjoyed the thought of a certain brunette being able to watch her every move any time she chose to, that was up to them.

 

[smallncute]

Miranda cancelled her friday evening out, she was tired from a long week demanding week, and had a night out already planned on the Saturday evening. So she decided to stay in watch a chick flick with a G&T and relax...

As she prepared her second drink, she received a text...

"Are you free on Sunday, I need to cum in your mouth!" Miranda read it and saw the name Adrian. Adrian was a former boyfriend whom sexually they were 120% compatible. Sex was great, fun and imaginative. But outside they became very argumentative, quarrelsome, they would argue over the silliest of things...

She replied... "yes still have your escort fantasy?"

"Oh god yes"

Miranda smiled as she saw that, and decided Sunday could be fun.... "My fees are £200 per hour, interested?"

"Of course!"

"2pm?"

"See you then"

Suddenly the brief onslaught of texts finished, and Miranda was able to make her second G&T as she walked to her compost bin by the window to dispose of the lemon slice when she looked out. Her kitchen light was off her only light was from a strip light under a cupboard, so reducing internal reflections. As she looked out she saw the girl and her boyfriend, kissing and snogging. It seemed her was being a tad frisky at times the girl responded other times she seemed to fight him slightly...

She watched briefly before she realised she had a pang of jealousy, she wanted to be there, she wanted to be him...

"Pull yourself together Miranda" she mumbled to her self before she returned to her living room and the film further..

An hour or so later, as the film finished, Miranda went back to the kitchen. She immediately looked out of the window before disposing of the lemon slice and saw the girl's living room in darkness, though the light was on in her bedroom.

She saw them at times as the kissed, rolled on the bed, but most of their activity was out of sight. Miranda watched for several minutes feeling her own heartbeat increase, her breathing becoming more apparent as her arousal started....

She turned and made her final drink, and listend to some music before retiring to bed early. She was arosued, and soon started to cup her breasts as she lay nude under her duvet. She cupped her beasts, stroked her abdomen, teased her clit, as she lent back into her pillows sighing with arosual, frustration...

She opened her toy draw and reached for the nearest toy, her new pulsating rabbit. She switched on the ears and the shaft and soon started to tease her own clit, with the ears, and tormented her slit with the large shaft of the pulsating toy, the toy mimicking the thrusting action of a cock.

Soon she eased it in and out, with each push, she lifted her pelvis to meet the toy, the ears working on her toy..

"Oh god..... Ohhhhh Fuck!

She woke up naturally at around 7:20 on the Saturday morning, a cool but sunny morning, and soon she was sipping her cup of tea....

By 815 she was out running. Such a lovely morning she decided to go for a run rather than the gym, to take advantage of the lovely spring weather....

The remainder of the day was uneventful, and around 7pm, in a suitably summer dress with a light jacket she headed to the tube. As she walked down, she saw two or three girls, and a couple of boys, all in some form of school uniform... She suddenly remembered one of the local night clubs was having a school disco.com style event. As she walked, she approached them and suddenly recognised one of the as the girl, the other was her mother! Both looked well interesting with their shortish skirts one had tights and boots the other had socks.. A secondary glance confirmed the mother had the boots on. Fortuantely the larger group were too busy having fun to notice Miranda and no obvious eye contact was made, but Miranda's heart missed a beat as for the first time in a while she saw the girl in her old uniform and realised what the initial attraction, curiosity might have been initiated by...


Her Saturday evening was fun as she saw a group of her old university friends, but as some of them had longer distances to travel, she was home by eleven, and as she poured herself a drink, the flat was in total darkness...

The following morning was even more beautiful than the previous day, and so dressed in her racer back crop top and knee length running tights, she went out for another run, before returning to shower. Her plans for the day were at the fore front of her mind, and so she didn't see the girl as she looked out of the window admiring Miranda in her sports attire...

Finally 2pm arrived signalled by the ringing of the entry phone system. S Lowly Miranda stood up and smoothed down her red pencil skirt, her black knee high boots echoing on the wooden flooring of her hall way. Her torso was dressed in a sheer blouse, her antique rose Basque clearly visible...

"Hello is that you David"

"Of course who else?"

"hope you have the cash for at least an hour..." she giggled as she opened the door down stairs before she opened the front door. His steps could be heard as he climbed the communal stairs..

Soon he came into view and his eyes lit up as he saw her, in her atire...

"Payment please" Miranda demanded as she closed the door....

She was hanfed a sealed envelope, but she knew it would be empty.. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him soflty at times other times deep intense as she gyrated her pelvis agasint his crutch feeling him harden instantly.

Eventually they were in the living room still standing as she kissed him, sucked his tongue, his lips. Totally by coincidence she was close to the window unaware that she was suddenly being watched. She started to undress him, in the living room, and soon he was topless and then nude before she moved her lips from his lips, and down to his manly chest, his abdomen and finally out of sight.

But he remained there head against the wall, eyes closed mouth open. She was sucking his cock, sucking, biting, glad that he still shaved his balls something she started with him several years before... They remained there for 5-6 minutes before he shuddered, gasped as he came at the back of Miranda's throat...

Slowly she stood up and smiled as her hands reached for his cheeks and held them. Adrian didn't like snow ball kissing voluntary but deep down he was always intrigued when she kissed him, passing his cum into his mouth expertly with her tongue. He would always accept it as they kissed several minutes, before it was gone...

Miranda smiled.. "glass of water?"

With that they disappeared from view leaving their voyeur in the dark...

 

[Kahlanai]

Kate's weekend was busy and had afforded her little time to continue her sneaky little glances and peeps. Friday evening, she'd spent with her friends, crashing at one of their houses when it became too late to worry about finding her way home on her own. She'd made her way home the next morning, and spent it with her mother, having left her alone the night previous. She'd been pleased when, after she had suggested that they attend an event at one of the local nightclubs, her mother had agreed. The rest of the afternoon was spent searching for the perfect outfit for her mother - Kate had her old school uniform that she could wear, even if it meant altering it slightly. She loved that about her mother - she was full of life and not at all afraid to attend such events. Like Kate, her mother turned heads, especially when she stepped into a place with her damn good attempt at a uniform. Kate was almost jealous, though she knew her mother deserved the attention.

And then had come the day that she knew she'd remember for some time. It had started out like any normal Saturday, out with her mum in the morning and then home again for lunch. Her mother had gone out to check on something with one of her co-workers and Kate had found her way in to the shower. It happened by chance, she'd stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel with her hair still wet and clinging to her neck. In search of her clothes, she made her way to the lounge room, where her mum had recently folded the washing, piling Kate's clothes neatly on one of the lounge chairs. As she searched through her pile. seeking her favourite over-sized t-shirt, she happened to catch movement in the window that she so loved to watch and glanced up. What she saw she had not expected. She could not help but watch. She felt the familiar heat of arousal ignite within her, tingle than ran through her as she watched the brunette and her partner exchanged heated kisses, which soon progressed.

"Oh my god..." she breathed as she watched the woman slowly move her lips down the man's torso, feeling jealousy stab at her as she felt herself ache to be him, ache to be able to feel those lips, which she imagined would be soft, warm and delicious, on her body, sucking and licking at her skin, tasting her, teasing her. Her eyes remained glued to the window even after the woman had disappeared from her view, sitting now on the couch, her search for the shirt forgotten. Her heart raced in her chest, her breathing faster now as she watched his face contort in what was no doubt pleasure. Pleasure from those gorgeous lips and that no doubt highly skilled tongue. Kate became increasingly aroused as she continued to watch, unable to stop, though she never really tried. She bit her bottom lips hard, trying to ignore the images that sprung to mind, images in which she had replaced he man, in which she felt the lips of his companion on her skin, where she could touch and be touched.

"Shit, Kate. What are you doing.." she tried hard to talk herself out of *watching, of allowing her nought to wander where they did, but she knew she didn't want to listen. She was just trying to give herself a chance to feel less guilty about this whole thing after the event.

Kate sat for a full minute or two after the guy had obviously reached his peak and spilled his cum into that sexy throat, squeezing her thighs together in an effort to extinguish that fire between them, to ignore the ache, the need, the arousal. It proved useless and she finally managed to tear her eyes away from the window, standing up with a frustrated huff. "Fuck." Neglecting her search for clothes, she moved into her room, closing the door as she dropped her towel to the floor. She couldn't take it any more. She needed something.

Laying back on her bed, she allowed her legs to part, shivering slightly as the cool air flowed in through her open window, teasing the wetness of her slit. It took all of her willpower not to trace a finger to her wetness rift away, but she managed, teasing her breasts, her nipples, the skin of her inner thighs, her mind replaying whatever she could remember seeing of the woman in that apartment, until she could no longer stand it. One of her hand trailed down her belly to her soaked slit; sliding over, teasing the outer folds lightly until she whimpered, needy. And finally one finger sunk inside her slowly, gaining speed slowly as she began her journey to the release she needed. It was quickly joined by another finger, her thumb teasing at her clit, as her hips rocked against her own probing, teasing fingers. Oh, she'd not realised just how much she needed this, how she ached. "Oh Fuck.... Ohhhh…" Her climax washed over her soon, more intense than any she'd experienced recently with her boyfriend, no matter what he chose to do to her. She could only assume that she had those recent images and what they allowed her to imagine to thank for that. For a while, she lay there, breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath, to recover. If it were that good in her fantasy, she could only dare imagine what might occur should she ever get the chance to fulfil it.

 

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Miranda and Adrian were unaware of their young voyeur, and after the water they headed to Miranda's bedroom and her large Gothic bed.

Finally he left late afternoon, and Miranda headed to her kitchen to make herself a pot of tea whilst she showered..

With the kettle on the boil Miranda returned to her bathroom, and showered, washing away the smell of sex, his cum on her breasts, her matted pubes the sweat from her brow.

Clean and fresh, in a simple t-shirt dress and thong, Miranda returned to the kitchen to make the tea, watching out of the window as she waited for the tea to stew.

Briefly she saw the girl chatting to her mother before the mother walked out of their living room. Aware of her little habit, and also aware that sometimes when the mother or daughter in the shadows of the room, away from the window they were harder to observe, and so often Miranda would watch from the shadows, this was one of those days.

Hr mind turned back to the previous evening when she saw them in the school uniform, and her heart beat missed a beat. She was sure that was partially the attraction to wards the girl, her youth-ness. But t was more than that that appealed to Miranda.

She was pretty with what appeared to be naturally red highlighted hair, her firm figure, her dress sense, provocative rather than in your face...

Miranda watched until the girl disappeared, and poured herself a tea and headed to her living room, and listened to some music as she read a magazine. The afternoon was warm, and so she walked to the balcony door, and opened it allowing the cool breeze causing her nipples to become prominent against the cobalt blue cotton of her dress..

The next week was busy and Miranda wasn't home that much, though a couple of evenings she saw glances of both the mother and daughter. But despite her Sunday afternoon of great, fun sex, she wasn't satisfied.

When ever she was aroused and cosed her eyes, the images that formed on the inside of her eyelids were invariably the girl or the mother, several times specifically the girl in her uniform, whilst the mother was of her in those tight jeans or black leggings and the light tan knee high FMBs that the mother often wore...

Finally the week was over and she could relax, as she ran on Saturday morning before doing her weekend chores..

Sunday, as was mostly the norm, she went to her gym, for the early spin class which starts at 9am, for a period of intense work out, before heading to Despina's her local independent coffee house past the flats and close to the tube station. There she read her paper as she had a light snack with her americano, before heading home. That morning she saw the daughter and mother walk past.