An Evil Born

An Evil Born

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I have been watching her for weeks, and have known her even longer. I stay at work late so I am always up to watch her from my car on the street through her balcony windows. I pretty much am the boss at the office, and she is a teacher, so when she leaves for work in the early morning and arrives home in the afternoon after her workout I am able to drive by…. I know her daily routine well, or as well as I can, considering she is so unpredictable. Some things are habitual though, she comes down to get on the bus around 6:40 am with her cup of coffee, she sits on steps outside her building and smokes a cigarette beforehand. She usually reads a book while she waits, I hate reading but love to watch her do it-an intellectual female mind is so attractive. Then she is off to work, always sitting in the third seat by the window, looking up from her book only to greet the driver.
 
In the afternoon she arrives from the bus, I watch her as she gathers her bag and what I assume to be an empty coffee cup and exits. She always pauses at the top of the outside steps to fumble in her purse for keys and is usually carrying a stack of papers for grading. Each day she scales the stairs gracefully, bending over to get into her purse giving me a perfect view of her ass. I try to look away and be decent but everything about her is sexy to me and I cannot resist. When I am closer to her, when we get together in a group, I have to avoid eye contact and apply extraordinary discipline to not watching her walk, drink or smoke with her soft pink lips, and even have to turn my head when the wind blows her coconut scent in  my direction.

Here though, parked on the other side of the double highway I can take pleasure in looking at her. She goes to the gym after work every day, except Thursday when she goes out with friends, today is no exception and 25 minutes after she goes upstairs she is back. Long-sleeved sweater or hoodie, over tight sweat pants and sneakers. No purse no extra pomp just a water bottle her phone with headphones, some cash and her keys. The huge black-gate door slamming behind her and her courteous nod to the bowab, she hails a cab or sometimes walks the 5 blocks to the gym headphones in ears so she doesn’t have to listen to the pick-up lines, whistles, and disgusting attempts by street dirt. Each of which I hear and cringe thinking of maiming them within an inch of their lives.
 
She is usually at the gym for an hour or two, exits the building and goes to the grocery store downstairs for her evenings fresh produce and to my torture a banana which she eats as she exits. Her skin glistening with sweat and her moist lips wrap around the end of the banana pinching off a piece shifting it with her tongue to her inner left cheek and biting down with enjoyment. I love it….and hate it.  

Moments after she arrives home I can see her opening the door of her 4th floor apartment through her living room balcony doors, now clutching her bottle tightly under her left arm; as she holds on to the huge beige shopping bag and an assortment of vegetables in separate small bags.  I can tell she had a little difficulty opening the door today as she walked struggling with the items in her arms and the almost finished banana being held within her teeth’s grasp.  She places all her bags onto a hallway table right next to the door and kicked the door shut with her foot absent mindedly.  

I can just about time it to within seconds to when she'll enter into her bedroom and de-clothe; less than 4 minutes from the time she closes the door and drops her groceries; and then I see her begin to undress in front of her open bedroom window. I watch as she wriggles out of her sweaty pants, takes off her veil, lifts off her hoodie, and then slips her tank-top off of her shoulders. Her skin looks like silk as the evening sun reflects off of it through the glass panes. Right now she stands in her sporty undergarments. Most of her bras are satin with lacy accents, and her panties routinely have the same matching design as well; she has all colors in different cuts, designs and types but today her unmentionables are a little different from the norm; and much more arousing to my eyes. Underneath her sweats she is wearing a navy and neon orange sports bra which is at least a size too small because her breasts are billowing out the top. Her panties are the same color, and boy shorts. My goodness, she looks stunning.

I watch her as she stands there wearing only the necessities, she is looking into the mirror as she slowly begins to take her ponytail out and her red curly damp hair nestles between her shoulder blades. I could run my fingers through her beautiful hair and bury myself in its softness and its perfumed smell. She leisurely moves away from the mirror and walks over to her side table, reaches inside the top drawer, pulls out a towel and lays it on the bed. My eyes stayed studiously focused on her as she moves her way over to her bed and rearranges several pillows. I can feel my teeth tightening their bite on my bottom lip as she begins to remove the last of her clothing.  

First the sports bra is removed and she winces, clearly she must have worked her arms today. The most perfectly shaped breasts that I have ever seen with a soft pink nipple in the middle, medium sized and hardened in the center revealing a more magenta color. I feel a stir in my own pants as she begins to slide her panties down her smooth long legs. I swear as she steps out of them and I can almost see her beautiful, inviting pussy with my naked eyes from all the way across the street. She comes to the window and opens the double doors to let in the cool desert breeze and in one move wraps the towel over her glorious tits to my displeasure and disappears into the bathroom. My right hand has found its way around my hardened protruding muscle. As I stare across the street looking into her window, imagining her scrubbing sweet smelling suds on her legs spreading them apart, expertly massaging her breast I feel my hand making slow strokes along the length of my stiff shaft over the head and back down to the base. I imagine soaping her tight belly, down to her neatly manicured vaginal area. I time her motions with my motions. I try to synchronize our movements… Shortly after she returns to the room soaking wet, her hair wrapped up in the towel and her body glistening. She loves to air dry! I bite my knuckle to keep from moaning!
 
She reaches for her coconut oil and begins massaging it into her freshly shaven legs, from the bottom of her feet, in-between her toes, up her legs and then moving inward to her vagina. Mmmm. I can almost imagine myself kissing and licking and sucking on her coconut flavored clit. Taking my long hot tongue and licking up one side and then down the other of her moist pulsating canal. Nice, long, slow and hard strokes with my tongue. I can tell from the way she carries herself her pussy will have the most intoxicating scent, a mixture of her natural scent with a hint of coconut. I have an overwhelming fantasy inside of me to tongue-fuck her for hours. She begins to dress, her typical house-wear is a tank-top and shorts, so simply sexy. She puts her hair in a clip after towel-drying it letting the curls fall naturally on her shoulders and then she goes about making dinner.
 
A week goes by and I go by her house only twice, and then on a Friday night I got both a visual treat and a sight that plagues me. She was going about her evening routine made dinner for her family, put her baby to bed, and while she was doing that her husband busied himself on the living room balcony, cleaning the dining table and to my repulsion getting naked.  I knew that they were about to fuck and yet I watched her placing her baby into bed in the other room not knowing what was about to happen to her. Trying not to look at him I did notice that he was in amazing shape, and even though this was the most intimate part of their marriage and everything inside me told me to leave there I parked transfixed on what was about to happen. She came into the dining room and smiled at her husband naked and waiting for her, she leaned on the door frame and observed him appreciatively. He moved towards her walking like a Grecian warrior after battle, his massive shoulders swaying his body from side-to-side with each step. He reaches her, grabs her waist pulling it into his body, bending her back slightly and engulfing her face with his lips ravenously.
 
He tears off her tank top, rips the front of her bra and her bouncy tits fall out into his hands, so big that they spilled out between his spread fingers. He pauses and with one tug, pulls her shorts and panties to her knees and from there-the floor. He backs up a couple of steps and stares at her body, with each week it becomes more and more toned. He moves towards her, cups his hands beneath each cheek on her buttock and lifts her, simultaneously wrapping her legs around his waist. A first he enters her up against the wall, and then carries her to the table and proceeds to lick down her body stopping at each breast and nibbling on the nipples. He gets to her pussy and as I watch I get hard putting myself in his place imagining my tongue thrusting deeper and deeper in to her hot and wet hole, feeling her squirm and pulsate beneath my touch, her hips uncontrollably thrust into my face momentarily depriving me of oxygen. I can only imagine her cumming on his tongue as it's buried so deep inside of her warm creamy, sweet juices flows onto my tongue.

I continue to watch her my eyes focus in on every detail as she slides her left hand down to her breast and over her flat torso grabbing his hair and thrusting his tongue inside her, I love a woman who likes manual steering. Her hips pulsed and gyrated and he moved up her body.

He picked her up once again and came out to the balcony where I got a complete uninhibited view of her naked body, even the goosebumps on her skin in the cool night breeze.  He sat her on the balcony rail and held her to him by the top of her hips as she leaned back over the rail and he plunged himself inside of her.  A complete view of her torso, breasts, and face hung upside down over the railing ahhhhhh it was a cumshot if there ever was one! She swung up to face him and he backed up to the chair, sitting down with her rocking back and forth and oscillating in a circular motion on top of him. I can only imagine how he must be feeling right now my abdomen burning with jealousy and lust.  She lifted her legs from either side of him, stood up, pivoted, faced away from him towards me and re-straddled him from behind.  Her legs on either side she swayed slightly teasing him and he grabbed her waist violently pulling her down on top of him. This position completely blocked him out from my view and all I could see was her from the front vigorously bouncing up and down on his dick, his hands clutching her breasts pulling them down toward him. I begin stroking my pulsing cock in hand more rapidly with no conviction in response to her actions moving the same speed as her as if it’s me fucking her. Her hands fingering herself while she fucked him making such expressions of ecstasy and pleasure on her face that I couldn’t contain my bliss. I feel beads of sweat roll down the side of my face and I continue to watch as her movements get quicker and quicker and she's thrusting harder and harder and deeper and deeper. I proceed to watch her in my dazed-out stare as I fight my eyes from rolling to the back of my own head watching her reaching the ultimate frenzied stage of climax.
 
A final jerk on my fully erect dick and I am unable to picture her without envisioning me wildly fucking with reckless abandon.  The total euphoria never stopping….  I am no longer in control, my body is tensing up I feel the pleasurable spurts erupting from my shaft… I imagine feeling the hot wet walls of her pussy stimulating the overly sensitive head of my dick right now… I can’t keep my eyes open as I clench my teeth and begin filling her wet hole with my hot cum in my mind…  I watch her as she dismounts him sitting between his legs as he embraces her from behind in that post-coital bliss. She looks up at the sky holding his arms as they hold her…She’ll never know I saw this, and I’ll never be able to forget.  I wake the next day and don’t go to see her, the obsessive need had disappeared and was instead replace by a new darker mission, a plan forming, an evil was born inside me…