Brian Laver

Peeping wife

CHAPTER ONE

Ann sat back on the church pew and relaxed. Church pews were good sellers, people liked to put them on their front porches, and Ann and Tom had just bought two dozen of them to sell to the customers they hoped to attract to their new shop. Tom had driven the pick-up to get the stuff they bought at the auction in Jamesville the night before and Ann was getting the shop in shape for the opening.

Spring was already in the air and the tourists would be flowing through very soon. Ann and Tom wanted to have their new antique store opened in time; in fact, they had to have it opened in time. They couldn't afford to lose one sale. It had taken everything they had and more, to come to Owlsport and start a new life for themselves.

It had been a rough winter, but Ann thought things had gone well, and now she was willing to relax a little. She lit a cigarette and rested one hand on her thigh. She and Tom had hardly had time to fuck, they'd been so busy, and Ann had been awfully horny. It had gotten to the point where all she had to do was touch herself on any sensitive spot and her cunt would moisten.

Now she was feeling that tingling again. Looking around the shop, she realized that no one could see her, the windows were covered with brown paper and she decided to let herself go. There was something about jerking off in a place like that that made it more exciting than doing it at home.

The shop was a mess with half their stock there, scattered about, and more stuff piled in boxes. She stood and looked at herself in the long mirror that was part of an old dressing table. The mirror was covered with dust, but Ann could see her slim but curvy figure and her blond hair sticking out of the scarf she was wearing to keep it clean. She grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled down on it, making the material press against her big, firm tits. In her excitement, her nipples hardened and stood out on the rounded domes of her jugs.

Turning one way, then the other, Ann admired the view and was getting hornier by the second. Taking a few steps closer to the mirror, she slipped a hand between two buttons of her blouse and touched one stiff gumdrop. Her flesh jumped under her fingers, puckering tighter into a hard knot. Unbuttoning a few buttons, she pulled the curtain of her blouse aside and watched in the mirror as one of her tits pecked out at her.

After a long winter her skin was white as snow, and the nipple looked an even darker brown than usual. Ann slowly wrapped a hand around the boob and squeezed. Her cunt oozed as if her tit was a sponge and she was squeezing love juice from it directly to her pussy. Her tit was very firm and it stood proudly on her chest as she massaged it.

Ann unbuttoned the rest of her blouse with her free hand and slipped it off. Now she filled both hands with luscious tit flesh. She moved those globes around on her chest in circles. Her face wore a wanton expression, her eyelids banging low and her mouth slightly open, she noticed in the mirror.

Ann held her hands over the blunt tips of her tits, letting the nipples stick through her fingers. Then, sliding the hands back and forth, she filled herself with lust by stimulating those brown buttons. Her knees felt weak as she climbed the heights of passion.

One after the other, she pushed her tits up toward her face and stuck out her tongue. She covered the bumpy disks of skin with licks while watching herself in the mirror. When she let go of the knockers they would fall heavily to her chest with a quick quiver, then stand still and proudly again.