A stool under a window

A folding stool is opened directly under one of the tall windows and the mystery of the metallic sound you heard is solved. From this side of the building there is a good six feet between the ground and the window sills and anyone trying to peek into one of these windows would need to stand on something to see in. The window in question can only be Diana Naylor's as none of the others have their lights on.

You are almost tall enough to look into the window without the stool, but whoever the Peeping Tom was is almost certainly shorter than your six foot frame. Most likely an Academy student, but you could imagine some local teens sneaking onto the Pink Rose for a chance to get a look at the upscale beauties that the school is known for. They might be disappointed to find the school's Headmistress lounging in her room instead of some half-naked teen, but you could not resist the temptation. You should pick up the stool and walk away. You should but you don't, instead you climb carefully onto the lowest step and peer into the room.

You don't know what your were expecting to see, but not even your wildest fantasies prepared you for this. The oh-so-proper Ms. Naylor is lying on her bed legs spread wide and one hand rhythmically flicking the pink opening of her pussy. You had been pretty sure that the school's Headmistress had been deliberately downplaying how attractive her slender body was with the high collared woolen suit and knee length skirt but you had no idea how well she had disguised her sexy figure.

She is wearing black lacy lingerie that does nothing to cover her shapely figure. Smooth, round thighs without an ounce of extra fat, generous hips, an impossibly slender waist and full round breasts that almost make you drool. Diana doesn't look anything like the woman you met in the office earlier today, if anything she looks like a stripper in an upscale gentleman's club. A romance novel lies ignored by her side and to your amazement a long curved dildo that looks as thick around as her arm is just inches from where her hips rise and fall steadily. There is no way something that size could fit inside someone as delicate as Diana, it just couldn't.

Mesmerized by the sight of her fingers plucking at the peaked nipples of her perfect breasts, you watch shamelessly as the fingers of her other hand push deep into her sex. Almost like she knows you are watching and she wants to put on a show for you, her legs lift off the bed and as you watch in stunned silence her fingers pull out of her sex and travel along the dark trail from the pink petals of her sex to the puckered brown star just below. Through the thick glass panes, you can just hear her soft high pitched mewing as she slowly eases her middle finger into that tight passage and her head thrashes from side to side lost in some secret fantasy that you desperately wish you could share.