I saw her nearly every day on my way home from work. We picked up the bus at the same stop, though she got off before I did. I didn't know her name, but she was a petite, dark skinned beauty with a great figure and massive boobs. She wasn't black and she didn't look Mexican or Indian, but I thought she might be Brazilian or something like that. Her hair was thick and black and her skin was a rich, mocha color. Yes, I was very attracted to her -- physically, at least. I'd never had a conversation with her and knew basically nothing about her. That all changed one fall evening.
As usual, I watched closely as she left the bus that night. I watched her huge breasts heave as she stood up and my eyes followed her beautiful ass until it was out of sight down the stairs. I glanced back at where she had been sitting and noticed something dark sitting there. Nobody else on the bus seemed to have noticed, so I moved over and picked it up. It was her wallet. It must have fallen out of her bag.
I grabbed the cord to signal the driver for the next stop, figuring I'd just backtrack and hoping she hadn't connected to another bus route. As I hopped off the bus, I checked inside the wallet for her driver's license to get her address. The picture didn't do her justice at all, but I found out her name was Morgan. It fit her. She looked like a Morgan.
The address wasn't that far. I headed back a few blocks and west a few more and found myself in front of a large house that had been subdivided into apartments, which explained the "B" after the house number on her license. As I reached the front steps, I noticed a small sign to the left side indicating that apartments "A" and "C" could be accessed by the front door, but to follow the path around the side of the house for apartments "B" and "D". I headed around the side of the house, surprised by how dark it was especially with the ominous shrubbery. You couldn't even see the neighboring house. I suspected that most residents used the driveway on the other side of the house to access the rear. At the corner of the house, as I was about to turn, I noticed a light shining from a first floor window so, naturally, I looked in. There was Morgan.
She was standing in a small kitchen near a small table looking through her mail. I watched her for a few moments and just as I decided there wouldn't be anything more to see and was going continue on to the back door, she set the mail down and moved out of the kitchen. Any internal debate about following her versus knocking on the door was over before it started - I moved back up the walk toward the next window. Morgan turned on a small lamp as she passed through the living room. In the bedroom she turned on the overhead light, but lucky for me, she softened it with the dimmer switch. I was still safe peeking in at her as long as I was careful. The side window where I stood looked directly at her queen-size bed. To my left was the doorway leading from the living room and on the right was another window looking out onto the front porch. There was a door across from me on the left of the bed that I assumed was a closet.
Morgan kicked her shoes toward that door and crossed to the front window to close the blind.
"Shit," I thought, "show's over." As she turned toward me, I backed off into the darkness. When I didn't see Morgan move in front of the window and the blind didn't drop, I cautiously snuck back over for another peek. She was standing at the foot of her bed just beginning to unbutton her blouse. My timing couldn't have been better. I guessed that she probably felt she didn't need to close the other blinds because of the massive shrubbery on that side. It was a perv's paradise.
She pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and finished unbuttoning it, revealing a lacy black bra restraining her massive boobs. They had to be 38's, minimum, and she wasn't more than 5'-5" tall. She tossed the blouse onto her bed and reached behind her to unzip her skirt. As she let the skirt drop to the floor, revealing black bikini panties, I was at three-quarter staff. She kicked the skirt up onto the bed and reached behind her to unhook her bra. The straps sprung apart and she leaned forward and shook it off her arms, causing her boobs to jiggle and causing me to groan softly. She dropped the bra onto the bed and began massaging her breasts around the outside trying to work out the creases left by hours of constraint. As she rubbed, her nipples began to harden. Her areola were large and dark against her mocha skin, and as her hands moved closer and closer to them, her nipples poked out further and further. I realized that by trying to restore circulation to her boobs, she was turning herself on. Finally, she was tracing around her areola and pulling her nipples. She had been standing sideways to me wearing only her panties when she turned full towards me and sat on the end of the bed.
She was pulling and twisting her nipples and lifting them up to her mouth to lick them and I was rock hard in my pants, resisting the urge to whip it out until I saw how far this was going. She ran both hands from her shoulders down over her breasts, palms brushing over her nipples, down her stomach, along her thighs and back up to her mound. She rubbed both hands over the front of her panties before laying back, lifting her legs straight up and sliding them off. She lay there, feet still planted on the floor, legs spread wide giving me a quick view of her black-haired bush before her hands attacked her exposed pussy. With one hand she was rubbing her clit while the other sunk two fingers in and out of her opening. My cock was now out and I was pumping away furiously, ready to blast a hole in the side of the house.