I Was Always Watching

The glistening pinkness sparkled as the sun?s rays shot its warmth down on her. She lay there on the beach towel, legs spread as wide as she could get them, the meaty folds that usually hid what was inside, outstretched to the limits of no purity. Her breasts, so firm, formed perfect cones that projected up in the hot summer air with nipples so erect, they resembled pink pencil erasers dangling rigidly in the salt laden atmosphere. Her fingers ran up and down her genital orifice, catching the dampness that evaded her on the tips of them, making some of the strands of the light brown patch above it, reflect the warm summer sun as her finger moved in circles through it. She always thought that she was the only one on the beach at this time. It was her spot, the one where she always unfolded that large aqua blue beach towel. The location in which she thought no one would ever see her. She had scoped it out thoroughly. Nobody ever walked by. Nobody was ever around. In her mind, she was the only one that was ever there. The only one that ever saw her take off, which ever bikini she chose to wear that day, and lay her already tanned body upon the aqua blue beach towel. She never knew that I watched her. Never knew that I could see her take everything off and grab the bottle of body tanning oil and rub it all over, so she gleamed in the sun?s brightness. No, she never knew. Today was no different. At the same time as usual, she showed up. This time donning an emerald green bikini, almost metallic like, that shimmered in the summer sun. Her light brown hair, with almost blonde highlights streaking amid the thick mane, this time was tied back in a ponytail. Once again, with the same colored beach towel and body tanning oil held in her long fingered hands, she unfurled the towel so it could land lightly upon the white sand. Leaning down, she straightened the edges of it and leaned back up. As she always did, she looked around, slowly, in all directions and was once again satisfied no one was around. That was her sign to do what she always did. Little did she know I was watching. I was always watching. Reaching around her back and up to the bikini strap that held her breasts, she untied it and slipped the other strap over her head. As many times as I had seen before, I watched her perky protrusions stay in one place. Tight as they were on her body, they did not fall as the cups of the bikini top were removed. As always, they kept their form and bounced as she moved. Twisting her upper torso after that, she took the string of the bottom part of her bikini that lay against her tanned hip in her fingers and pulled. The front part of that side drooped and again twisting to the other side, did the same thing with it, causing it to droop also. The front half of her bottom bikini drooped just enough for me to see the beginning of her landing strip; a plush garden of finely trimmed curls, shaped ever so delicately to appeal to not only her, but whomever she decided to show them too. Finally, she spread out her legs, slightly, so her bikini bottoms would fall to the ground. There she stood, totally bare to the sunny and dry elements, in a stance that only she had perfected. A stance that seemed to say, ?Here I am, me in all my glory gracing the natural beauty almanbahis that God gave us with my own!? Her back was too me, and I viewed all of her sensual curves, as I had so many times before. I followed every sweep, swoop, and wave of her body with my eyes as she reached up and tugged on the band that held her pony tail in place. My eyes ventured back to her long filaments as the tresses fell against her back and lingered there, mimicking the surf, curly-cueing around her shoulder blades like waves crashing down to the shore as they were in the distance from where she stood. Still observing her, she gently leaned down, exposing the outer lines of her plump pussy lips, forming a camel toe from behind, and picked up the bottle of tanning oil. Squeezing some in her hand, I watched her rub it all over herself, making her already tanned auburn body shine even more. While her body reflected the warm summer sun, the beauty of it permeated the tepid air as it sparkled in body moisture. After she was satisfied she had every inch of herself covered, she finally moseyed to the beach towel lying on the white powdered sand, her ass swaying with the same hitch I had observed many times before. Round and perfect in all ways possible, she plopped that ass down on the towel and elongated her whole body, face up, making the white particles of grain surrounding her even more beautiful to behold. And still, she had no idea I was surveying her. As she laid there, all natural in nature, her breasts never flopped to the side or flattened against her body. They stuck out, jutting into the scenery like medium sized mountains on the terrain. Natural, and shimmering from body oil, the golden hue of them highlighted the soft pink middle that formed perfectly round peaks. Not yet hard, but still poking out somewhat, the sun beat down on them and made them an even more deeper pink, making them almost a crimson color. And she just laid there, soaking up the sun. Her body just gleaming on the aqua beach towel. Her tan just radiating, like a permanent fixture of the landscape. And I watched with hollow eyes, intently.She continued to lay there, her form all bare to the elements. Her body shining. All her curves hugging the beach towel, the shadow of them tracing it as she laid. Her eyes closed, she let the sun?s rays beat down on her, tanning her even more. All the while, I watched from the distance of my alcove, an alcove nobody had never found, hidden from all forms of life. Only I knew about it. It was my haven of peace. A haven of peace I built just so I could spy on the one that laid in the white sand on the beach towel. Yes, it was forbidden, but it wouldn?t be forbidden for long. I was going to break it to her I could see her, but for right now, I was intent on just watching her. My timing to break it to her had to be impeccable. Now she flipped over. Her firm round ass stuck out in the air like a buoy floating on the ocean, but this one was on dry land. A human buoy floating on hot sand taking in the heat of the summer in the only way she wanted to take it in. Naked. I watched her stay in that position for fifteen minutes and when she had had enough, she flipped back over and this time, I could tell, she was going to do what she usually did to end her beach almanbahis yeni giriş session. I also knew that was my cue to interrupt. As she always did, she extended her long bronze colored smooth and silky legs, stretching them out, making them look like they could go on for miles. I could see the muscles in them tense and then relax as she released the tension that obviously felt good to her. Afterwards, bending them at the knees and bringing them up, closed, to her body, hiding the perfectly formed slit she was going to play with, she began to stroke her nipples, slowly, bringing them to attention. I watched them rise under the stimulation as her fingers orbited around her areola, sensitive to her touch, making them pop up even further. Her fingers gave way to her hands as she massaged her breasts, squeezing them, pressing them softly, kneading them in ways that felt good to her. Having satisfied herself up top, she let her arms flop down beside her, the red marked impressions of her fingers upon the soft supple skin of her round projections, her nipples a dark red now as the blood rushed to them, engorging them with vigor. Her body was now rigid with stimulation and she unclenched her legs, having been together this whole time and when she did, the dampness poured from her sexual cavity. Dripping slightly, the outline of her God given incision shimmered, its lips swollen with desire. Spreading her legs open, wide as they would go, her plump labial flaps unfolded naturally, gaping her tight pussy just enough for me to see the pink insides of it again. I never got enough of seeing it. Never got enough of seeing her pink luscious genital orifice show itself as the drapes hiding the inside of it opened and exposed the lush pliable pudding hiding behind them. No, I would never tire of that. I was a little lost in thought as I watched her lay there. I was brought back to my senses as she began to run her hands up and down her thighs. Over and over, her hands rubbed, touching her skin, auburn as it was, in places that needed to be caressed. Over the tops of her thighs, up to her knees, and back down the inside of her thighs, her fingers played, manipulated, stimulated what I could tell was sensual feelings. I heard slight moans escape her horizontal lips and I watched her vertical ones begin to quiver. It was like a small spasm pushing her opening in and out, very slowly, in anticipation of the climax. I intended on giving her a climax; a climax she would remember and all I had to do was use my voice. She continued with wandering hands and fingers, up and down both thighs, inner and outer, until she couldn?t stand it any longer. She led her right hand down through the short mass of pubes, stroking through it gently and slowly. More moans eluded her in a soft and sensual tone that spoke volumes from the physical enjoyment she was giving herself. I watched her dig her fingernails down through her light brown trimmed triangle, making the curls there stand erect in a desirable fashion. Still whimpering soft sounds of delight, her finger found the top of her delicate vertical smile and began massaging gently. In revolving her finger around the top of it, her clit began to appear, thrusting out from the swathe of fleshy lips that almanbahis giriş covered it, all shiny from fresh natural juices. And she touched it. Using the naturalness that glisteningly covered it, she ran her fingertip over the sensitive knob that jutted out from her sexual lips and grunted favorably from the sensations. As she worked in small circles around it, her pussy opened up even more, revealing its cherry colored interior. Hot and moist, it quivered with the eagerness of a gentle touch inside. I could see that was her next move and my invitation to be vocal. I watched her with vigor progress her finger further over her open fleshy divide. She traced the outline of it gently with her finger tip from top to bottom of one side and back up the other. Sighing a deep sexual tone in satisfaction, she slid her middle finger inside her damp cavity and clenched her finger with passion. She pulled it out slightly and then jammed it back up inside her with zeal, feeling it go all the way inside until it made her yell out ?Oh shit!? That?s when I finally decided to reveal my voice. ?That?s it, let your finger do your talking!? I exclaimed, letting my voice carry to her. Suddenly, she removed her finger, clenched her legs together and leaned up with a terrified look on her face. She looked around and I was smiling for I knew that she could not see me. Too scared to try and stand up, she sat there, on her aqua beach towel. ?You won?t find me,? I said, ?you can only hear me. I?ve been watching you for a long time now. Making yourself happy. And I have been enjoying every minute of it. Don?t stop. Let me help you.? ?Who are you? Where are you? Why have you been watching me?? She asked as she now held her legs up close to her body, hiding behind them. ?You don?t know me. You don?t need to know me. And I am somewhere you can?t see. I?ve been in the same place since the first day you walked upon this sand. And I have been watching you because you are beautiful, sexy, and well-proportioned. Plus, seeing you satisfy yourself, satisfies me.? ?Satisfies you? It?s only supposed to satisfy me. This is supposed to be my spot, my own secluded spot. One that I can enjoy myself.? She said, still looking around for me. I began to laugh because I knew she could not find me. ?And you do enjoy it. I?ve seen you enjoy it every time you come here. Is it a crime that I enjoy it too?? ?Well, when I can?t see you, or know you are there, it may be. Spying on someone is a crime you know!? She almost yelled out, but something in her tone held a full yell from forming. ?Aw, I see. Would you rather me come out and help you instead?? I asked her, not wanting that to be my mission, but if she wanted to see me, I would oblige her. ?Since you have seen me so many times, as you say, don?t you think that is only fair?? ?Is that what you want?? I asked. ?Would I have mentioned that if I didn?t? Besides, you might be able to help me.? She said very provocatively. I thought first of how my plan was beginning to backfire. I wanted to use my voice and help her get off. Tell her what to do. Get the enjoyment of watching her touch herself. But now, she wanted me in person. Don?t get me wrong, I was all for it, but I?ve been watching her for so long now, observing her get off and pleasure herself in ways I could have never imagined a woman doing so, I really didn?t know if it was for the best. Damn, listen to me. I sound like I can only perform sexually through words. Everything on me worked in the proper function.