I watched her for months, from the park bench I watched her run in those tight pink shorts that hugged her ass just right, from a nearby table at her favorite coffee shop, from the back of the number 32 bus, but by far my favorite was at home. I lived in the house next door to her renting a room from an old broad down stairs. I had the perfect set up with blackout curtains I have a camera that I can watch without being noticed. She always walks around her house naked in the morning. Her breasts are those of a young goddess perky and huge, her skin a deep tan that must be from both genetics and sun. She sits back to the window to brush her long brown hair that covers most of her ass. My favorite is when she runs to get the phone and everything bounces, how deliciously fantastic. She’s so beautiful and one day I will have her, all to myself.



Julia summers had just finished a 2 mile run with good timing to, the national weather alert on her phone said a big storm was coming. Kicking her Nikes off she ran upstairs to shower before sealing up for the storm.
The water was hot she soaped up washing the sweat from her tan skin. She was a hygienic woman from her neck she scrubbed her D cup breasts tweaking her silver dollar nipples for momentary pleasure before continuing to her flat stomach , reaching between her legs she scrubbed the sparse hair that grew their before circling the lips of her sex.