A View from the Bedroom Window.

Our housekeeper, Dani, has become far more relaxed since living with us, and it’s fair to say we have become more relaxed living with her in the house. Dani sometimes wanders around in her bra and panties, and Emily and I have sex as, when and where we want to. 

To say Dani is a hard worker is an understatement. Her mum, who is housekeeper for my parents is the same and her work ethic has obviously rubbed off on her daughter. It became obvious that it would be immoral to keep paying her what we had agreed, so I insisted she accept a much higher salary from us, after all, the girl works from morning till evening. 

But she has time off, of course. It’s her choice whether she has two days a week or chunks of time during the week (actually, I don’t mind if she has both.) 

Yesterday, she took the afternoon off, and I can’t say that I blame her. The weather was scorching, and I had work to do. Dani, (bless her) made us both pitchers of fruit juice before retiring to the pool. Yes, I admit, I had noticed that she was in her bra and panties and not as bikini, but hey, we swim naked, and skinny dipping does feel great. 

Getting what was formerly five independent businesses into one with a common theme and work ethic is a royal pain in the arse. I am great at the ‘doing’, and lousy at the office work that inevitably goes with it…business registration, marketing, not to mention we would be having a complete change in menus, which meant sourcing ingredients at a decent price. 

After two hours, my mind was melting and I stood up for a good stretch. Oh, I didn’t mention….one of our bedrooms is an office where I can work in an environment that doesn’t have a range of sex toys to hand…or so I thought. 

I stood up and had one of those stretches that makes various popping noises, but feels great. After, I glanced out of the window…

…and froze dead in my tracks. Dani was completely naked by the pool. True, she was a distance away, but the positioning of her sun lounger couldn’t be better. She was lying on her back, naked as the day she was born, and looking panty-wettingly, clit-tingly gorgeous. Oh, if only….

…but as I watched, her hand began to move. Slowly, almost achingly slowly up to her perfectly shaped boobs. She began to slowly stroke the nipples, and cup them, first just with the one hand but soon the second hand came to join it…..and I was just too far away to see the details….we don’t own binoculars (yet)…ah, but we do own a video camera! Praying that a) the battery was charged and b) that Dani didn’t stop, I ran for our bedroom to grab it, switching it on on the way back. 

Dani was still playing with her boobs as I focused the camera and zoomed in until she filled the frame. The trouble with using a zoom setting is that any movement of the camera is amplified by the subject and for a few seconds, Dani was dancing all over the frame. This wouldn’t do. So I set the camera on the desk and propped the back end up with a book. That was perfect…as long as she didn’t get up and move.

But she showed no sign of that. I touched the camera one last time to bend that little screen thing so I could see it from the safety of an armchair. 

Dani played with her boobs for a while before letting her right hand move down, over her perfectly flat tummy and simultaneously spreading her legs. 

It’s always interesting watching someone masturbate. There are usually little variations on a theme, and Dani seemed to like taking her labia between her thumb and forefinger and using them to apply pressure to her clit. She did this for oh, I should say at least six or seven minutes. Now and then her back would arch a little. Then, she let go of her fleshy lips and allowed her middle finger to work directly on her clit. 

I would have paid good money to know what she was thinking about in that moment. Her tongue had darted out a couple of times and she had licked her lips, which made me wish it was licking mine…and not the lips on my face! Then, her left hand. She gently pushed two fingers deep inside her hole which caused a huge arch or her back. I watched, almost not daring to breath as she finger fucked herself with enormous restraint. (I’d have been banging myself senseless by this point). Then she slipped her fingers out of herself. 

Thank God I bought a really high-end camera. I could see her fingers glistening! I admit, I gave thought to running to her bedroom for a pair of her panties, but I couldn’t bring myself to move from the camera. Dani brought her fingers up to her face and parted them before running her tongue up between them. Was she imagining licking another girl? Oh, I hoped so! 

Her fingers went back inside her and she continued fucking herself. Now and then she would bring her fingers back to her mouth and suck them. 

Finally, I guess she couldn’t hold on any more. Her fingers stayed buried inside her and the moment she came was so obvious. Her whole body arched and she shook as waves of pleasure ripped through her. It’s been a very long time since I have secretly watched someone cum…and I realised no how much I miss it. 

After she had cum, she simply lay there, with her legs spread and her feet on the floor either side of the lounger. Time to play with the zoom again. I managed to get it so her vulva filled the screen. It was wet, glistening, and her hole was oozing a creamy white fluid that I swear, I could almost taste. 

Then she moved. Bugger! I had to pull back, but she didn’t move far. She got off the lounger and moved to the back of the pavement surrounding the pool where there is a simply soak away drain. It doesn’t re-circulate pool water - there’s another drain for that. It’s function is to collect rainwater and use it to water the plants around the edge of the pavement. 

Seeing a naked Dani standing up was almost Amazonian! She is tall, supremely elegant and moves with immense grace. But where could she be going? I tore my eyes off the screen for a moment to get, literally, the bigger picture. 

I’m glad I did. She stood for a second or two, wandered about looking for something, and then turned with her back to me and spread her feet. She bent slightly forward and it was clear her hand was busy again. Now and then, thanks to my camera, her fingers became visible just for a second. As she got closer and closer, she bent further forward. Watching her bum cheeks tense and relax was something else! I’ve never watched someone masturbate while standing from behind before. It’s something I intend to do again! When she came, she was almost 90 degrees. And, joy of joys, I saw liquid drip from between her legs into the drain. 

Then I felt dizzy…..real, head spinning dizzy. The reason being that I had forgotten to breath! I wasn’t even aware of the hot mess in my panties. I am quite used to being wet there….I’m wet most of the time actually, but this was something entirely different. If I had actually cum in my panties, they wouldn’t have been as wet as this normally. 

As my attention focus shifted from Dani to myself, I became aware of how excited I was…my clit was on fire and I could feel my hole gaping, desperate to be filled. I decided not to take my panties off….this would be messy as fuck, and I figured why ruin a perfectly good chair? 

So I decided on a ‘schoolgirl wank’. I used the method I’d used in school so very often…simply touching my clit through my panties. I knew I’d cum quickly, but when Miss Brain posed the question, almost as an afterthought of “I wonder what Dani’s little white panties that she wore to the pool smell like?” I exploded. I cruelly had to bite the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming out. 

If my panties were a hot mess before I came, they were totally ruined after. I felt wetness right up my bum cheeks, and my skirt was a mess too. It was one hell of an orgasm though! 

Invasion of Dani’s privacy? No. I don’t think so. She chose to masturbate by a pool that has glass walls to three sides, and is clearly visible from the house. Did she intend for me to watch? No, I don’t think so. She knows damn well how much I loathe ‘office work’, and how long it takes me to do relatively simple things administratively. My desk doesn’t face the window, it’s at 90 degrees to it against the wall. If I hadn’t got up for a stretch at precisely the moment I did, I might well have missed the whole spectacle. 

Now, if only I’d remembered to press record……