With my little eye

Craig was bored. He sat staring at his books. His mum seemed to be constantly repeating the phrase ?Your Highers are only a couple of months away. You need to get upstairs and do some studying.?He slumped back in his chair, turning his head to stare out the bedroom window. His room looked out onto the back green. His eyes swept over the black windows of the tenement flats on the other side of the grass. This part of Edinburgh was home to a mixture of students and professionals and most of the occupants were still out as the dusk deepened.He was just about to lean forward and switch on his desk lamp when the light came on in one of the bedroom windows of the tenement block opposite. He froze, watching as a red-haired girl walked into the room. She looked like she?d just come from the gym. She was holding a pink towel in her hand and was ruffling istanbul travesti her hair.He leant closer to the window, furtively looking around to check both that the bedroom light was switched off and that his bedroom door was closed. He squinted, trying to see the girl more clearly, cursing the fact his mum had made him leave his phone downstairs after reading an article that having a phone in the bedroom disrupted sleep patterns.He could feel himself getting hard as he watched her peel her shirt off. Her top was green and white and he was pretty sure it was a Hibs top. Brave girl, he thought, considering this part of Edinburgh was definitely Hearts territory, not that Craig was too interested in football. She dropped the top on the floor and carefully laid the towel on the bed. She put her fingers in the waistband of her shorts travesti istanbul and slid both her shorts and her knickers down over her hips and stepped out of them.Craig hardly dared breathe. He leant closer, trying to see more clearly but not wanting his face to appear in the window. As he watched her unclasp her bra, letting a pair of nicely sized boobs hang free, he suddenly remembered about his dad?s pair of binoculars. His dad was showing them to him only last week. He was wanting him to go for a hike up the Pentlands to look for a Red Kite. Well, this redhead was a much more exciting prospect.He quickly went and got them from his dad?s study and slipped back into his bedroom. He crouched down in front of the window, checking and double-checking that the lights were off. He brought the binoculars to his eyes and was amazed istanbul travestileri at how good the definition was.He watched her as she lay down on the bed, propped up on a couple of pillows so she could watch what she was doing. She wriggled a little to get herself comfortable as she ran her hands over her boobs. They were big. A perfect sized handful.He watched her fingers tug on the nipples, delicious pink nipples on top of her typically Scottish pale skin. He watched her rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. Her legs squirmed on the bed as she brought one leg up, then the other as if they were being controlled by her nipples. Her tongue was sliding out of her mouth as she wriggled and squirmed, trying to hold off from sliding her fingers lower.He watched as she walked her fingers down over her stomach, her legs spread, knees wide apart, feet touching. Her mound had a small triangle of red curls; Craig held his breath as her fingers circled her pussy, stroking her curls. It felt as if she was teasing him, her fingers moving closer, then circling away, each time, edging closer and closer.