The mirror is steamed up, so I can’t see much, as she towels off. Fortunately, she wipes off the mirror pretty quickly, then stands in front of it to blow dry her hair. What a sight, watching her tits bounce as she moves her arms around, one hand fluffing her hair as the other holds the hair dryer. Connie has short blonde hair and it doesn’t take long for her to dry it. She moves the hair dryer down and runs it across her pubic hair, glistening wet from her shower. She fluffs her hand across her blonde triangle and I can see her pussy lips peeking out from her blonde jungle.
Watching the monitors, as she continues to stand there naked, applying her make up, I’m getting ready to cum. I grab a couple of Kleenex from a box on the desk, stand up, legs tense, stroking feverishly and shoot a huge load of cum onto the tissues. I relax back in my chair in time to see her put her robe on and leave the bathroom. I’m tempted to watch her get dressed, but having already cum, I decide to get dinner ready for my sexy new houseguest and give it a rest for now.
Connie and I settle into a regular routine very quickly. I watch her shower and dress every morning on the monitors. While she’s putting her make up on, I go downstairs and make coffee. While she’s at work I edit and catalogue the videos I’ve accumulated. The cameras are motion sensitive so I record even if I’m not there. I have dinner ready when she gets home from work, and we spend our evenings watching TV, playing backgammon or a variety of card games. Connie loves her new job and tells me all about what she’s been doing. She hasn’t been in town long enough to be going out with friends so we spend a lot of time together. She acts like a daughter, even kisses me goodnight on the cheek. When she bends forward to kiss me, those luscious breasts of hers hang down, sometimes brushing my shoulder.
After a couple of months, Connie starts seeing someone from work and is home less often. His name is Chris and she tells me all about him during the infrequent dinners and evenings we now share at home. According to Connie, he’s handsome, mid-thirties and the most charming man she’s ever met. He’s also her boss. I struggle to hide my jealousy as she talks dreamily about how well he kisses. I shouldn’t be jealous, but I can’t help it.
After watching Connie in the bath and in various stages of undress for the past couple of months, I’ve found myself wanting to do more than just spy on her. When we’re together, I inhale the fresh smell of her newly washed hair and revel at her touch on my arm when she talks. I long to touch her, to taste her and to smell her most intimate aroma. I want to fuck her so badly, that I sport a constant erection whenever she’s around. I’m not delusional. I know it’s just a fantasy, but it seemed more real before she started seeing Chris. Just the same, without her relationship with him, I might never have seen her masturbate.
Late one night, after having dinner with Chris, she tiptoes up the stairs, trying not to make any noise. I’m already in bed, but having trouble sleeping, I decide to get myself off while watching her undress. Connie is moving slowly, like maybe she’s had a few drinks, leisurely taking off her clothes one piece at a time. I start stroking my hard cock, as I watch her fortuitous striptease act. I never tire of looking at her naked body, but I’ve never seen her watch herself like she is tonight. After stripping down to her panties, she stands in front of the mirror, appraising her breasts. She lifts them individually, and then squeezes them together, before letting them drop from her hands and bounce loosely against her chest.