He stopped, saw that she had a big dog with her; then he let out a little sigh as he saw her approach the window and knew she was going to close the drapes. He started to leave, then stopped on a hunch. He watched as Mary closed the drapes; then his heart gave a little leap as he noted the little triangle which had been left to permit a view into the room.

He cased the layout quickly. Since the dog was in the house, he didn't have to worry about going into the garden, and the gate from the lane hung open. Walking softly, Adam hurried into the garden. Luck was with him, since below the window was a low stand of the type used for hanging clothes on a line.

Getting onto it, he found that the level was great, perfect, and the chink in the drapes provided him with a clear view of most of the room. All he had to do then was hope nobody spotted him there and called the cops, but it was a risk he was prepared to take.

Mary hadn't begun undressing, he observed, and she was sitting on the bed, patting her dog and talking to him. She was an attractive woman, early thirties, he guessed. The hem of her dress was up a little, and he liked what he saw of her thighs. He liked, too, the way she filled the front of her dress, and he guessed that her tits would be big and quite firm, lovely to stare at while he played with his cock.

When Mary got up and reached to unfasten the top of her dress, Adam slowly unzipped his fly. When he took his cock out, it was hard. His practiced eye looked around the room for a nightie, and he was pleased at not seeing one.

Mary wore no slip, and as she pulled the dress over her head, he gazed excitedly at thighs which were even more beautiful than he had anticipated, a little on the big side, but beautifully firm-looking, smooth and hairless. Her tummy was just slightly rounded, just enough so that it didn't look boyish, and her black nylon panties hugged her crotch excitingly. He hoped she wouldn't take them off too quickly.