Exhibitionist Wife 472 Pt2 – Helena Price plays with her pussy while voyeur watches and jerks off!
Title: “Voyeur’s Delight: Helena Price’s Sultry Self-Pleasure”
In the quietude of her cozy suburban home, Helena Price, a striking brunette wife, decided to embark on a tantalizing journey of self-exploration and exhibitionism. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she glanced at the barely-ajar bedroom window, the perfect aperture for her amateur voyeur to ogle her most intimate moments.
Helena’s heart raced as she sauntered towards the bed, her silk robe cascading down her curves like a warm summer rain. She could feel an intoxicating mix of excitement and vulnerability course through her veins, knowing that she was about to bare her soul, her body, and her desires to a stranger. With a coy smile, she flicked open the top button of her robe, revealing the tantalizing valley between her heaving breasts.
The voyeur, a middle-aged man named Tom, had been watching Helena for weeks now, captivated by her alluring presence. He had first noticed her while watering her garden, mesmerized by the way her sundress hugged her voluptuous figure. As time passed, his fascination grew, leading him to linger by his window, hoping to catch another glimpse of the alluring vixen next door.
As Helena’s robe slipped off her shoulders, pooling on the floor like an abandoned lover, Tom’s breath hitched in his throat. The sight of her nude form, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, was nothing short of arresting. Her ample breasts stood at attention, the rosy buds of her nipples betraying her arousal. Her taut stomach gave way to the tantalizing V of her mound, a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair shielding her most secret chamber.
Helena reclined on the bed, propping herself up on the plush pillows. She let her legs fall open, an inviting gesture that made Tom’s heart thunder in his chest. With a delicate, manicured hand, she traced the contours of her body, mapping out the landscape of desire etched into her flesh. Her fingers danced over her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples until they stood at attention, begging for more.
Tom fumbled with his zipper, his engorged member straining against the confines of his pants. He knew it was wrong, that he was invading Helena’s privacy, but the allure of her forbidden flesh was too strong to resist. As he freed his throbbing shaft from its restraints, he couldn’t help but marvel at its girth, the veins pulsing with need.
Helena’s fingers traveled lower, slipping through the dew-kissed folds of her pussy. She let out a breathy moan as she teased her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips bucked against her hand, seeking more of the delicious friction that threatened to consume her.
Tom stroked his cock in time with Helena’s movements, his eyes glued to the lewd spectacle unfolding before him. The sight of her, lost in a fog of lust, fingering her slick hole with reckless abandon, was the most erotic vision he had ever beheld. He could almost taste her essence, could almost feel the heat of her frustration as she chased a release that remained just out of reach.
Helena’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as she plunged two fingers deep into her channel. She imagined Tom’s gaze on her, drinking in every sinful motion, and the knowledge that she was the object of his forbidden fantasies only served to inflame her own desire. She pumped her fingers faster, curling them just so, seeking that elusive trigger that would send her hurtling over the edge.
Tom’s hand flew over his shaft, the slick sounds of his amateur self-pleasure echoing through the quiet street. His balls tightened, a telltale sign that his own release was imminent. As Helena’s cries reached a fevered pitch, her body convulsing with the force of her climax, Tom joined her in ecstatic bliss. Thick ropes of cum painted his fist and jacket, evidence of the carnal pleasure he had experienced at the hands of his sexy neighbor.
In the aftermath, as Helena lay panting on the bed, savoring the afterglow of her solo session, Tom watched her with a newfound hunger. He knew that their illicit encounter had only left him craving more, that the forbidden fruits of her body had spoiled him for anything less than the sweetest sin.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a rosy glow, Helena and Tom each silently vowed to continue their dalliance, to tease and titillate one another until they had thoroughly explored the depths of their darkest desires. For in the end, the thrill of the voyeur and the exhibitionist was a dance as old as time itself, and one that held the promise of a lifetime of sweet, sinful pleasures.
Word Count: 1000
