Unraveling Lisa

The splendid creature is writhing on the bed having an erotic dream. Her eyes are closed. She is wearing a silk, pink negligee which shows the shape of every part of her body. Her hair is spread on the pillow in waves. The negligee is riding up and up until her pubic hair is uncovered. The girl on the bed is Lisa. Lisa likes to sleep with her window and her legs, wide open. Her hometown is too hot for her taste and she likes to have cool air passing through her room when she sleeps. She can't sleep when it's hot. So, she almost always sleeps in negligee or else naked. The moonlight is streaming through the window illuminating every inch of her body. The window is at her feet so the cold air is rushing directly into her unclad v****a adding to the sensual effect of her dream.  Peter lives across Lisa's home. He is a bird watcher. So, his father bought him high range binoculars yesterday which he can use to see up to large distances very clearly. But at the moment, his binoculars are focused not on a bird, but on Lisa. His tongue is parched with the heat flowing through him. Sweat is gleaming on his forehead. He is watching Lisa's every moment. Lisa's hands now reach her chest and tease her n*****s. The already erect n*****s are now straining against the thin fabric. Peter fancies that her n*****s poke holes through the silk and come out so he can see them. He doesn't have to wait for much long. Lisa now grabs her own breasts from under the clothing, unaware of what she is doing in her sleep. Now, her enormous breasts are in show for Peter. He stops to breath for a second, gazing lustily at those mounds. Lisa doesn't stop there. She lifts the fabric over her head and drops it across the floor. She is now gloriously naked. Her chest is raising and falling heavily with her erratic breaths. Peter can't believe his luck today. He zooms in the binoculars, studying every inch of her secret places like she is a specimen of the female body in a science book. Her sunkissed body is beautifully tanned brown. He can't believe that such fantastic breasts actually exist. He saw her in tank tops many times before and imagined her topless, countless times while jerking off. But his imagination doesn't hold a candle to reality.  The breasts are enormous, almost like breasts of a hentai girl. But they don't look like they are surgically enhanced. He can say that they are every bit real. They are perfectly round and soft looking. The size of the breasts is reminding him of the giant coconuts he saw during his trip to Hawaii. The n*****s are standing upright, defying gravity. They are like small and hard pebbles attached to the soft hills on her chest. They are erected up to the peak and look like they are trying to elongate further and touch the ceiling. He is mad at the thought of sucking those perfect n*****s and squeezing those ginormous breasts. Her areola is like chocolate, ready to be licked at. His eyes now trail down to her stomach. Her waist is very small in complete contrast to the size of her t**s. Her belly button is like a small hole asking for something to be poked into it. Peter wonders how it would feel like to f**k her belly button. Then comes her triangular pubic area.  The small clit, the powerhouse of her desire is pulsing like it has its own life. Peter feels like it is beckoning him to come near and take it into his hot mouth. Lisa's hand reaches down and spreads her warm, pubic lips giving Peter a detailed view into her unpenetrated and innocent v****a. Juices are leaking from her orifice glistening her pubic area. The hot pink nether mouth is begging for Peter's tongue or better his shaft. Alas! He can't provide them to that greedy little hole although he is dying to do exactly that. But Lisa is self sufficient in her dreamy state. Her right hand is massaging her pulsating clit and her left middle finger is diving into the depths of her v****a, f*****g her cunt like a c**k. Unsatisfied with one finger, she adds her index finger to it and starts f*****g herself. Unable to control himself anymore, Peter opens his pants singlehandedly and whips out his c**k which is already painfully erect and hard as a rock. He starts moving his fist along his shaft imagining it as Lisa's hungry little cunt. Lisa is working herself on her bed, seductive moans escaping her candy lips. The sweet agony fills every single cell in her body until she comes into the night gloriously. Seeing her come, undones Peter and he shoots a load of c*m on the windowsill. Released from the horniness, Lisa settles into a peaceful slumber. But Peter can't sleep that night. Tomorrow, Lisa is moving to Slavole for college. She is not going to return for a year, he heard her mother say to his mother. She is going away even before he could suckle those breasts and lick the juices in her deep v****a. Oh! The sadness of that!