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Ebony Exposed
(John Lord)

(From the story: Ebony)

For the next twenty minutes Danny spied on his new neighbour, he felt a little perverted but the glimpses she gave him were worth all the guilt he was feeling. Several times she had leaned forward to arrange pots and gather detritus, and as she leaned her light dress gaped giving him a perfect view of her firm chocolate tits and doorstop nipples.

Another time he'd almost exploded in his pants as she gathered up her dress and bent over to reveal that it wasn't just her bra she'd not bothered to wear.

It is almost like she did that on purpose he thought as she straightened and brushed down the back of her dress hiding the glimpse of delicate pink she'd just revealed. His throbbing cock in hand he begged silently for her to bend again, and two minutes later his prayers were answered as she reached down to adjust the cushions on a low sun lounger that she'd just unpacked from a box. The dress rode up over both ass cheeks, a second later and she had shuffled her feet apart, and to Danny's amazement she pushed her ass back and gave a little wiggle. Clearly he could see her snatch, glistening pink between smooth shaven dark chocolate lips.

The sight proved to be too much and with a grunt that he'd desperately tried to stifle Danny shot his wad across the floor.

Sophie froze the second that he came, then slowly straightened and deliberately looked across to where he was peeping around the curtain. Danny couldn't be positive but as she turned away he could have sworn that a smile had formed on her lips.

She knew I was watching her he suddenly realised, and the kinky bitch flashed her pussy at me. She heard my grunt, so she knows I just came looking at her!

***

A cold shower later and Danny felt ready to face her again.

She knows what I was doing he repeated as he felt his cheeks flush, can I look her in the eye without turning scarlet?

What's even worse is she knows I was peeping too, that's the kind of thing that will make her think that I'm creepy.

Slowly he climbed the steps up to his roof terrace, it was almost evening and the sun had lost some of the afternoon's intensity. The perfect time to chill and crack open a cold beer.

Pausing by the window he tugged the curtain aside, why he was peeping again he couldn't say, perhaps it was becoming an automatic response?