The Voyeur

He slowly removed her pajamas. Burt marveled at Lisa’s tits. Though it had been many months since he’s seen it from afar, it was the first time he has seen it up close. Even with her now lying on the bed, her tits still look rounded and firm. He ventured a cup and found that it was firm. He lost himself just marveling at the tits, cupping them, sucking them, licking them – it was his first taste of tits and the little nubs just rubbing at his tongue was already giving him great pleasure. Burt got off from the bed and placed her clothes on the chair beside it almost reverently arranging them in a neat position draped over the backrest. He went to the window and made sure there were no slits on the curtain where anyone can sneak a peek. He didn’t have to worry, this was the second story of the house and the only house with a direct view over this room was his.