My dear Kate, doing one of her favourite things, looking through a window, knowing people can see her, yet almost….almost sure, that anyone who looks up, to perhaps smile, has no idea what she is doing.

You see she loves to lift her dress or skirt, and lower her knickers to bare her bottom, and look out of a window….then, stroke her pussy. It is a delight to witness. I never rush a model, why would anybody? You get the best out of a girl with friendship, patience, good ideas, and taking time…taking time to know what they like.

Her little face lit up, when after donning one of her favourite outfits, (the green gingham summer dress, navy blue school knickers and white socks), she was told that I wanted her looking out of the window at people, whilst naked below her waist.

She almost ran to the window.

Soon she was tugging at her pubic hair, a sign I recognise of a turned on Kate, preparing to slide gentle fingers between her increasingly moist pussy lips.

She talks to whoever is out in the yard as she looks down from the top floor of the old mill where my studio is. “Hello Mr. Lorrydriver, my bottom and pussy are bare!”

She will follow that up with a naughty little giggle.

She hopes they will see her, and perhaps smile or wave. Her hands get ready to do so. At the same time she involuntary pumps her bottom backwards and forwards, slowly. It is very arousing to watch.

Hearing her mutter to the people, it is as if her reflection, herself and the shadow are in a secret, whispered, spanking and masturbation, conversation.

She’ll turn towards someone who has seen her and pit her fingertips of her left hand hard against her clitoris and continue to pump her botttom, as she talks…quite filthily at times, whilst the speed of her pumping increases..

I have asked her, and she has told me that she did this a lot as a teenager in her bedroom. Her Mum and Dad owned a shop, a newsagent and general store, she had the bedroom above the shop door, and she said she bet they never knew what she was doing.

Hmmm, I beg to differ. From this side of the window, it is obvious as she bobs up and down on her finger tips faster and faster, oblivious to me and my camera, telling whoever is watching that she is a dirty, naughty girl and would like his or her fingers where hers are!

I bet old men on a Sunday morning, going for their papers and ciggies knew and lapped it up. She has said a few times that a group would chatter and wave in a small group. What a naughty girl…I ought to make a short story to suit.

Maybe I will one day.

She has one of the sweetest, quietest orgasms from masturbation I know, her voice is soft and gentle as she comes, letting forth little moans and groans….faster and faster until she goes….”oooooooooooooh mmmmmmmmm!”

Then she will turn, and say. “That was very nice Mr.Jones. Thank you.”

I can assure you that only a minute or so before this photo, that is exactly what had happened, this is her ‘just after orgasm face’, and can’t you tell!!!

I love my naughty Kate to bits, she is fabulous!

Asa