Diary of a neighbourhood peep

16 Queensferry drive / Claire

22/08/13 19:25

She's late home again. Fixes her hair and make up in the car before heading inside, all smiles and apologies to her husband who seems none the wiser. What a dick. She's definitely fucking someone else. I bet she's the type who fucks her way around every guy in the office or she's trying hard to be. Slut.

Note: Find out where she works.

Straight up stairs now as she does every night, kicks her shoes off and stands in front of the mirror checking herself out. She is a good looking woman I have to admit. Late twenties maybe, tall, slim with long blonde hair and long, long legs. She either hasn't noticed the curtains are wide open or she just doesn't care. A natural exhibitionist. Good for me, bad for her.

19:40 Begin recording.

She begins to unbutton her white blouse and lets it fall to the floor. She's now standing in a nice black lace bra definitely too small for her B cup tits. Squashing and squeezing the flesh into a nice plump cleavage. She runs her hands down her toned stomach and bites her lower lip. Is she thinking of her mystery man? Remembering how he touched her a few hours ago?

She reaches behind now and unzips her grey pencil skirt and wiggling her hips as it slides down to the floor. Wow! She really does have amazing legs. Long, slender, tanned legs. She's wearing a tiny barley there black thong. She turns around to look at her ass in the mirror, giving me a good view of her smooth, tiny pert cheeks as she does. She's peering round appreciating her lovely ass as I do the same.

She reaches round, grabbing both cheeks with her hands and pulls them apart. She smiles and giggles. What the fuck is she doing? She's slipping out of her thong now and turning back around the opposite way from before to face the mirror, giving me full view of her front this time. Is she shaven or just really blonde? I zoom right in for a better look

She's shaven. Not even a hint of wispy bush. She slides a game down between her legs and rubs them brings her hand up to her face. She's smelling her cheating pussy! Is his cum still inside of her? She brings her hand down to her mouth and kicks her fingers smiling even wider now. She loves the taste of his cum or her pussy. Either way my cock is getting rigid.
She leaves room and goes to the bathroom, to shower I suppose. Frosted glass, the voyeurs nemesis.

20:05

She returns to the bedroom in only a towel but quickly lets it fall to the floor. She moves an ottoman to the mirror and sits down to brush her wet hair. Her pale pink nipples stand firm to attention in the cold air, tits jiggling with the motion of her brushing. I imagine those stiff buds in my wet mouth, gently biting and tugging them, renewing her wetness.

She puts down the brush and leans back further on the ottoman, drawing up and parting her long legs. She's moving her legs this way and that to get a better view of her hairless pussy. I zoom right in again waiting for her legs to move the right way so I can get to know her pussy better. She sits up on all fours on the ottoman now, Ass up in the air facing the mirror and turns round to see what I now can.
A perfect pink pussy, lips swollen and pressed together in a nice fat burger. She smiles again, as satisfied with her gorgeous cunt as I am.

She sits back down and pulls back her still wet hair. Husband walks in to ruin the moment. Dick head. If doesn't seem to notice his beautiful naked wife sitting there. Now I know why she's getting cock else where.

I know your secret Claire. And tomorrow I'm going to find out where you work.