As the car headed down the driveway past his hiding place, Charlie eased into position. This time he had replaced his binoculars with a spotting scope on a small tripod and he grinned to himself as he set its legs. Trying to hold the binoculars steady with one hand and get the other into his pants had almost caused him to fall off the stump last time. Looking through the scope, he focused it in on the bathroom window then panned it right to the large picture windows into the living room. Through that window, he could see her stretched out in her bed. Perfect.
He'd barely gotten the rig set before she set her book down and stood, stretching. The thought of running his hands up her legs, over her hips, to her boobs stirred his cock. He wondered if she was going to move into the living room and start her workout. He approved, both because it meant she would strip where he could watch – and get off – but also because she was carrying too much belly. She was attractive already, but if she could just lose that belly, she'd be irresistible.
She moved towards the living room and he could see her mouth moving. Singing? Maybe – he was far enough away that even though the windows were open, interior sounds weren't carrying to him. She stopped, facing the window, and glanced over her shoulder with a smirk on her face. Slowly, she began stretching, bending forward until all he could see of her was the back of her head, her spine, and the delicious humps of her ass. Then, just as slowly, she stretched herself upright, arms together and thumbs interlocked, her hands reaching toward the ceiling like a flower reaching to the sun.
So distracted was he by watching her partially swollen nipples straining against her shirt, that when hands appeared and dragged the hem of her t-shirt up to leave only her sport-bra covering her tits, he almost yelled. Carefully, he changed the magnification on the spotting-scope, trying to see who was handling her so intimately.
Tuck licked the back of Kacey's neck as he pulled her shirt up her arms. She parted her hands just long enough for it to get clear, then clamped them back together as instructed. Dropping her shirt, he trailed his fingertips lightly back down her arms until he encountered the strap of her bra. He glanced to one side, making sure they were still in the field of view of the video camera he'd hidden earlier. After yesterday's trip to town, he knew she'd be on him the first chance she got, so he'd prepared.
Charlie watched, mesmerized, as the hands ever so slowly traced the curves of her arms from wrist all the way to her shoulders and then down her sides. Whoever it was with her certainly seemed to know what she liked, judging from the smile on her face and the way her head lolled back. The hands shifted forward along the black fabric that kept her tits hidden, palms rubbing along the contours of her body. He could see the pulse rising in her throat even as her mouth fell open. Keeping his eye firmly to the spotting scope, Charlie reached one hand down between his legs to squeeze his hard-on through the denim of his jeans and wondered what she sounded like.
Kacey sighed a soft, drawn-out "Ahhhhh" sound as Tuck's hands followed the swollen curves of her breasts. He bit lightly at her shoulder-blade as his hands rubbed small circles on her, teasing her nipples into swelling. Closing his hands over her, he began kneading her flesh slowly through the bra as he kissed his way down her spine.
"What are you up to, daddy-lover?" she asked.
"Hopefully pleasuring you until you squeal, little girl. Keep your hands up like that – I like how that looks."
She giggled. "Too bad you don't have something in the ceiling you could tie me to. I think the fan would fall on us if we tried, though."
Kacey whimpered in disappointment as Tuck's hands slid off her chest and around to her back, even as she squirmed against the tongue that was tracing her spine in the small of her back, pushing down into her waistband.
Charlie watched as the hands moved to reveal nipples straining against cloth. He still couldn't tell who she had behind her. When the fabric of her bra sagged as those hidden hands unfastened it, his breath caught in his throat and his cock jumped under his hand. Was he going to... Yes! Oh, God, yes, whoever she had taken as her lover was stripping her right in front of him. Those hands slid up under the slack bra and began massaging her directly, making her bra seem to squirm in pleasure, even as she was beginning to do.
Tuck kissed his way back up her spine to the base of her neck, enjoying the feel of her flesh in his hands. Her nipples were caught between his thumbs and forefingers, being rolled and pinched into swollen arousal. She pressed back against him, moaning softly every third or forth breath. Occasionally, he would pull slowly but firmly on one of her nipples or scrape it with his thumbnail. The smell of her arousal was almost overwhelming. Finally, he slid his hands up her chest, carrying her bra up her arms as he'd done with her shirt.
