Mrs. Molly Jessop stood in front of her bedroom mirror. She smiled at the reflection that looked back at her and bared her teeth. Happy that they were clean and fresh she patted the locks of her blonde hair and checked the skin of her face for any signs of a dreaded wrinkle. As she leaned forward her bath robe fell open slightly and she caught the reflection of her heavy, but still quite firm breasts in the mirror.
She stood up straight and let the garment fall open further, taking one of the large orbs in each hand and feeling the weight and texture. She smiled again. Not bad for an old girl of forty two, she thought, still fairly pert and definitely sensitive! As if to confirm her last thought, she allowed her thumbs to slowly rotate over the pink nipples sitting atop her breasts. She gasped slightly as the warm, tingling sensations washed over her standing body. Her breasts had always been very sensitive ever since she was a teenager, but as she had become older, they had only to be touched for the nipples to transform into hard, pebble like buds.
Suddenly Molly began to feel very naughty. Her husband, Billy had already left for work and apart from their lodger, Jason, who was probably still asleep, she was alone in the house. Still teasing her now hard nipples into further excitement, she sat on the edge of the bed in front of the mirror and let the robe slip from her body. As she ran her fingers slowly up the inside of her thighs, she scratched the tight skin gently with her long, painted nails. She had a sudden desire to masturbate and caught her breath at the very idea. She hadn't done that since she was a young woman, but for some reason, today she was in a really horny mood.
Molly's gaze was fixed on the mirror in front of her as she spread her legs wide. She could see the folds of her own labia open like a flower in bloom as her slender fingers began to explore her nether regions. She was already wet, she realised, as the digits slid sensuously over her lips and found her clitoris. She gasped again as the little button throbbed under her touch and she closed her legs tightly, squeezing and trapping her hand between her thighs.
Several times Molly's fingers brought her to the edge of orgasm but failed to tip her over the edge. She needed something more. Just a little extra to take her crashing into a world of ecstatic orgasm. With fingers glistening wet, she looked around the room in almost desperation. Finally her eyes rested on the long sliver candlestick that had been a birthday present some years ago. She had never liked it much, but now saw an opportunity to put it to better use. The metal felt cool in her hands as she brought the thin end of the ornament towards her gaping pussy and eased it past her lips. She cried out as it entered her, inch after delightful inch disappearing into her body. Molly looked up into the mirror again as she began to slide the long invader in and out of her pussy. She groaned deeply as she felt the hard metal graze her engorged clit as she fucked herself harder and harder, faster and faster. Her legs spread wider as she climbed towards the inevitable orgasm that threatened to rip through her body at any moment. Just as the emotions began to well up in her body, a noise stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Who's there?" she called, surprised at how shaky her voice sounded. "Is any one there?"
The room lay silent. Molly held her breath. She was sure that she had heard something, but couldn't be sure where it had come from. Suddenly feeling embarrassed by her own nakedness and a little ashamed at what she had been doing, she got up and pulled the robe back around her. Her knees felt weak and her legs trembled as she walked around the room looking for the source of the interruption. Her eyes were drawn towards the framed watercolour on the wall. She had always had a liking for the artist and she let her eyes wander over the framed landscape relaxing slightly as the beauty of the painting soothed her.
"What the hell is that?" she asked herself quietly as she saw the small hole next to the painting. Her fingers traced over the tiny opening, no larger than the width of a pencil. She wondered what it could be. The room on the other side of the wall was Jason's, their lodger, why would there be a hole from her bedroom to his, she thought?
Suddenly the realisation hit her like a freight train: The hole wasn't from her room to his, it was from his to hers! He must have been watching her the whole time!
Jason cursed silently and looked at his companion with a apologetic expression. They had both been watching the masturbating woman for the last twenty minutes, and just as she was about to cum, Jason, loosing his cock in anticipation of his own climax, had knocked over the lamp that was by his elbow.
"Shit! I think we've been spotted" he said to the other man with him. "Oh no! I think she's coming in here!"
Molly, fully prepared for an all out row, pulled her robe tightly around her and stormed out into the hall. The dirty little bastard!, she thought, spying on me like that! I'll see him out of my house for this!
The door to Jason's room was locked so Molly banged loudly on the wooden surface with her fist.
"Let me in, Jason" she shouted, "I know you're in there you little freak!"
Although angry at being watched, Molly also felt a thrill in the experience. She had still not cum yet and her pussy twitched under the robe. She knew she was still wet down there and made a mental note to finish the job after she had thrown Jason out of the house.
