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Through the one-way mirror, he watched her as she undressed.

Her soft, blonde hair fell over her shoulders as she slipped

off her top. He could hardly contain his excitement as he

watched her brushing her hair and replacing the brush into

her bag, wearing only her bra and panties.

He gasped as he saw her walk over to the viewing window and

bend over to peep through it. He had allowed her to talk him

into fitting a viewing window at that height, originally

against his better judgement but, as he considered how

she would need to bend over to use it, and the view he would

have from his one-way mirror, as a result, he had readily

agreed.

He had gone to a lot of expense and trouble in order to be able

to watch her when she undressed, although he was well aware

that, if discovered, he would not only lose his position

of responsibility but would, doubtless face a lawsuit

as well.

He continued to watch her and, eventually, his patience

was rewarded as she stood up, turned to face the one-way

mirror and took off her bra. He could feel his mouth drying

and his breathing becoming rapid as he surveyed her voluptuous

breasts. Oh! he gasped. They were such exquisite breasts.

They were neither small nor large but were perfectly formed

and shaped, and had deliciously large, pink nipples. He

trembled as he watched her. He wanted to feel those breasts

in his hands. He wanted to caress and stroke them, feeling

her nipples harden under his touch. He could feel his penis

becoming excited; very excited, and his erection grew

with every moment that he watched her, as she seemed to look

straight in at him; at the one-way mirror, applying her

make-up with her breasts just inches away from him.

He watched them as they rose and fell, with every movement

she made. Each time she turned away, he willed her to turn

back, so he could continue to feast his eyes on those delicious

nipples and, each time, she rewarded him by doing exactly

that.

Although he had been watching her like this for months now,

the viewing window had only been fitted the week before,

to allow a single spectator access to the events on the other

side of the main wall. It had been, until today, unused.

Oh my God! he gasped, as she stepped out of her panties,

revealing her firm little bottom to him. Patiently, he

waited for her to turn around so he could see her pubic hair.

He watched her as he had done many times before but each time

felt fresh and exciting when she showed him, however unwittingly,

her luxurious pubic hair. Today was no different and he

could feel the tension mounting. At last, she turned around

and faced the mirror, (and him), revealing once again,

her garden of delight. How he longed to reach out and stroke

her and perhaps, sneak a finger onto her clitoris then,

if he could get away with it, perhaps slip in a finger or two...

Oh! he sighed as he allowed his thoughts to run away with

him. She was still across the room from the mirror and he

was longing for her to come closer so he could have a better

view of her. He never knew whether she would oblige this

desire for him or not. Sometimes she just got dressed at

the other side of the room and sometimes she would come closer

to the mirror. Oh, please let today be a mirror day,

he thought to himself and, sure enough, just minutes later

she approached the mirror to check her make-up. He crouched

down on the floor, so he could be level with her pubic hair

and her sweet yoni that he so badly wanted to touch. As he

gazed at her, he unzipped his jeans and started to touch

himself. His erection grew bigger and harder and his body

trembled with desire for her. He wanted her more badly than

he had ever wanted her before.

As she turned away from the mirror, he sighed with disappointment,

only to gasp with delight again as he remembered the viewing

window and watched her walking towards it. He could hardly

believe his eyes, (or his luck!), as she bent over to look

through the window. He had the most magnificent view of

her naked bottom. He could even see little tufts of her pubic

hair, guiding the way to her yoni. The incredible hardness

of his erection was becoming more than he could bear. He

was aching with desire for her. As he became more breathless,

he realised how easily he could take her from behind. Finally,

he could cope with the yearning no longer. He tiptoed, silently,

through the door into the adjoining room. She was so engrossed

in watching the event through the window that he managed

to creep right up behind her without disturbing her. As

he was approaching her he had calculated exactly what he

was going to do. Moments later, he had grabbed her and, in

one stroke, had swiftly driven his penis into her...

When it was all over, he quickly dressed and slipped out

of the back door. He knew he would never be able to return.

Inside the room, she was laying on the floor, her hair dishevelled

and her lipstick smudged. Slowly, a smile played across

her lips. I thought he would never get around to fitting

that window, she thought to herself. Now let me see. Marks

out of ten for performance...