For voyeur's eyes, there's no end to the hotties.

Simon hadn't been to his usual spot in a while. Simon had enjoyed watching the mysterious, topless beauty from her apartment's ground floor window for many months.

He was sometimes called a voyeur. Simon was a distant admirer.

The beautiful brunette used to leave her curtains open while she was inside, in various states of undress.

Simon was able to see her return home from the bush across the street with a variety of dates.

At the door, she always gave them a polite handshake. She was back in minutes and began touching herself .

Simon felt unwell about this girl a few weeks back. He had to stop coming.

It was safer to keep an eye on her at night. There is less chance of being caught. Of being seen.

He'd seen her do a variety of tasks while she was topless over the course of months. He'd last seen her working out.

As she jogged, her big tits bounced up and down rhythmically.

Tonight, she was unclothed but appeared preoccupied

Simon observed her naked from the waist as she rolled up the window.

This was something she did a lot. She would often just stare up and down at the street, her hair softening in the evening breeze.

Slowly Simon unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned the top button on his jeans.

He gently pulled them down, releasing his throbbing erection.

Simon frowned as his clunky belt buckle wobbled loudly. He clenched his eyes tightly.

It was impossible to spot him in the bush. It was the first time it had ever happened.

However, there was always a first time for everything.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and focused his gaze on the object of his voyeuristic obsession.

Her elbows rested gently on the windowsill, and she was directly looking at Simon. Simon felt his stomach turn as he realised that his position was not secret.

For a moment, his breath shook in his throat. He realised that she was smiling.

Her face was lopsided by her knowing smirk. She lifted an arm and beckoned with a long finger, seductively.

Simon was stunned by his luck

She did not repeat the gesture, she just shut the window. She didn't draw curtains, however.

Simon took a deep breath, then he refastened the belt and got up. He crossed the road in front of them and approached the door nervously.

Simon sat there for a moment and took a deep breath. Simon stood there for a moment and then he went to knock at the door. However, his knuckles didn't touch the wood.

She was shown when the door was opened. For the greeting, she had chosen to be topless. Her intentions were clear.

She exhaled, "Haven’t seen you in a while,"

Simon blushed. Simon blushed.

She replied, "Everytime, sweetie," and then bit her lip.

He mumbled, "Sorry," He was unable to understand why she had made such a gesture.

"Water under the bridge."

She extended her hand like she was a queen. Simon took Simon's hint and gently held her hand, lifting it towards his lips. If the gesture was authentic, he kissed her fingers at the places where the rings would be.

"You can call Isabelle."

Simon discovered his flirting groove. Simon asked, "Is it because it's your nickname?"

Isabelle shrugged and smiled. Her thick curls fell over her shoulders, hiding her tits.

"Maybe. "Maybe.

Simon said, "I see." "I'm S-"

She raised her hand and placed her finger on his lips.

She whispered, "I don't want to know," as her face became closer to his.

She backed off, then turned her heel.

She said, "Shut the doors," and walked into the next room.

Simon followed the instructions and then he wore the topless bombshell.

He reached the next room to find Isabelle, if that was her name, had also stripped from the waist down.

She was completely naked. The curtains that overlooked the street outside were still open.

She said, "Take off your clothes."

Simon stopped and looked at the window.

She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Scared?"

"Erm, no," Simon replied unconvincingly.

"So strip."

Isabelle watched him carefully as he took off his clothes.

She said, "Now, sit there," and pointed to a plush armchair that was in full view of the windows.

Simon waited in anticipation and did what he was told.

Isabelle sat beside him and placed a wet kiss on the lips. He felt her wet pussy touch his cock, and he pulsed back and forth.

He gently held her tits in both his hands and reached up to touch them.

She moved toward his left ear, pulling her lips away from him. As her hot breath filled his ears, he heard her whisper, "See anyone else out there?"

Simon briefly forgot where he was, and glanced over Isabelle’s shoulder.

He could see the silhouette of a newcomer from the darkness outside, but it was hard to tell where he was. He replied, "Yeah,"

His surprise was obvious in his voice.

She asked rhetorically, "You thought that you were the only one?" Let's give them a performance. Get up!

Isabelle was topless before, but that was just the beginning

Simon stood suddenly aware that they were being observed.

Isabelle gracefully fell to her knees and took her cock in her mouth. He groaned involuntarily at the moist heat.

She reached out with one hand to touch his left cheek and pressed it with authority.

Isabelle made small, choking sounds when he felt his head touch her throat.

He was too strong and came after her. He sucked his spasming erection out of her mouth, and she let the cum run through her face.

He was now dry so she stood up and turned her back to the window. As if greeting someone, she waved her hand in the darkness and gave it a quick flickering wave.

The distant, new spectator clearly knew he was being rumbled and jumped to his feet. He fled the scene.