Man Secretly Watches Hot MILF Sunbathing By The Pool
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Man Watches Sexy MILF Lounge By The Pool
I perch at my bedroom window, blinds tilted just enough to grant a sliver of a view into the neighbor’s garden. My pulse quickens as I spot her: Mrs. Laura, the woman who’s consumed my thoughts for months.
She reclines on a cushioned sun lounger beside her turquoise pool, which sparkles like a giant sapphire under the noon sun. Her body glistens, and I can’t tear my eyes away.
Laura, mid-fifties, radiates a magnetism that knocks me off balance every time. Her bronzed, flawless skin seems to drink in the light and throw it back. My mouth goes dry, and I clench my fists to steady my trembling hands.
She wears only a tiny bikini bottom, so thin it reveals more than it conceals. The black, glossy fabric clings to her hips, accentuating her pelvis’s curves. Her labia outline clearly beneath the material, and my breath catches.
Her torso is bare, her full, heavy breasts crowned with dark, erect nipples in the warm air. She lies on her back, arms folded behind her head, thrusting her breasts upward.
A single bead of sweat rolls from her forehead, trickling over her temple and vanishing into her silver-gray hair, tied in a loose bun. The sight hits me like lightning. I try to look away, but I can’t. It’s as if she’s cast a spell over me.
The air smells of summer—freshly cut grass and the pool’s chlorine wafting through my cracked window. A cricket chirps somewhere, its monotone hum underscoring the quiet.
Laura shifts slightly, lifting one leg, her thigh gently swaying. Muscles flex beneath her skin, then relax. She reaches for a glass of iced tea on the small table beside her. Ice cubes clink as she brings it to her lips.
A drop of condensation falls from the glass, landing on her breast, rolling slowly over its curve, leaving a shimmering trail. I swallow hard, my throat tight.
Hot MILF Dives Topless Into The Pool
Abruptly, she rises. The motion is fluid, like a cat stretching. She strides to the pool’s edge, her hips swaying with each step. The bikini bottom slips a fraction lower, exposing the upper curve of her buttocks.
My heart races, heat flooding my face. She raises her arms, stretching, her breasts lifting with the motion. Then she dives. The plunge is perfect, her body slicing through the water like a blade.
A soft splash, and she vanishes beneath the surface. Waves lap against the pool’s tiled edge.
I hold my breath until she resurfaces. Her head breaks the water, wet hair plastered to her neck. She shakes her head, droplets flying in all directions, catching sunlight like tiny prisms.
She swims a few strokes, her arms cutting powerfully through the water. Then she flips onto her back, floating. Her breasts rise like islands from the water, nipples glistening.
The soaked bikini bottom, now nearly transparent, reveals every contour, every line. My body reacts, a hot tingle spreading through my groin. Shame pricks at me, but I’m powerless against it.
Laura swims to the edge, hoisting herself out. Water cascades over her body, streaming in rivulets over her shoulders, breasts, and stomach.
She stands there, sun on her skin, and for a moment, the world seems to freeze. The droplets glitter like diamonds clinging to her. The chlorine scent sharpens, mixing with the grass and heat. My fingers grip the blinds, knuckles white.
Stunning MILF Dries Her Almost Naked Body
She grabs a towel draped over the lounger’s back. Instead of a quick pat-down, she bends forward, thrusting her buttocks outward.
The bikini bottom stretches tight over her cheeks, their curves so perfect it’s almost painful to watch. She rubs the towel slowly over her legs, lifting one, then the other.
Each motion is deliberate, almost choreographed. My breathing shallows, my palms slick with sweat.
She straightens, tossing the towel aside. The sun beats down, warming the stone path around the pool, its heat radiating toward my window. Laura’s skin still glistens with water, catching the light in a way that makes her glow.
She pauses, hands on her hips, her posture accentuating her hourglass figure. The cricket’s chirp fades, drowned by the pounding in my ears. I shift in my seat, uncomfortable, my body betraying me with every second I keep watching.
Her movements are unhurried, as if she’s savoring the moment. She stretches her arms briefly, her breasts shifting slightly. The air feels heavier now, thick with summer and something else—anticipation, maybe.
My eyes trace the lines of her body, lingering on the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. I know I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be watching, but I’m rooted to the spot.
Sexy Mature Woman Rubs Her Perfect Body With Sunscreen
Laura reaches for a bottle of sunscreen on the table. The cap clicks open, and a sweet, heavy scent of coconut and vanilla drifts toward me.
She squeezes a generous dollop into her palm, rubbing her hands together before starting on her arms. Her fingers glide in long, even strokes, her skin beginning to shimmer.
Next, her stomach. Her hands circle over the smooth plane, dipping briefly into her navel. The sheen spreads, reflecting the sun.
Now her breasts. She squirts more lotion, her hands massaging it in. She cups her breasts, kneading gently, fingers lingering on her nipples, which harden further under her touch.
Her eyes close briefly, a faint smile curling her lips. My heart thunders, loud enough I’m sure she’d hear it if she were closer. Every motion is torturously slow, every touch deliberate, as if she knows the effect she’s having.
She shifts, propping one leg on the lounger, her buttocks more prominent. More lotion, and she massages her thighs, fingers sliding upward to the bikini’s edges. She hooks her fingers under the fabric, tugging it aside to reach the skin beneath.
Then her buttocks. She kneads them, fingers digging into the flesh as she works the lotion in.
Her skin gleams like polished bronze, every curve highlighted. She takes her time, relishing each second. My thoughts blur, my body a single pulse of heat.
Pool Voyeur: Young Man Peeps On Sexy MILF Enjoying The Sun
She lowers her leg, sets the bottle down. She stretches again, arms high, her body a line of grace and allure. Then she walks toward the house, hips swaying, the bikini bottom shifting slightly with each step.
Water still drips from her, leaving dark spots on the warm stone path. She grabs a sheer tunic from a chair, not slipping it on but draping it over her shoulder.
Just before reaching the patio door, she pauses. Her head turns, and she looks straight at my window. Her gaze is calm, almost knowing. A barely perceptible smile flickers across her lips.
My heart skips. She knows. She knows I’m watching.
The realization slams into me, but instead of shame, I feel only heat, a burning desire that nearly consumes me. She turns, steps inside, and the door closes softly behind her.
I’m left panting, hands still clutching the blinds. The coconut and vanilla scent lingers, mingling with the pool’s chlorine and the summer itself. My body trembles, my mind flooded with images I can’t shake.
Laura saw me… She knew I was there and part of me hopes she’ll be sunbathing again tomorrow.
