Chapter 2

Tonight I tried hard to stay awake leaving the room dark, binoculars laying next to me. Sure enough at 11:30, she stood near her window. Dressed in the same robe, she fingered her nipple. As I raised the binoculars and peered though them, I could see her rub her tongue across her lips and it looked like she nodded her head up and down, almost like she was approving of me watching.

She moved the small part of the robe still covering her stomach and below to the top of her thighs. Oh my goodness! She was so lovely. My fingers hit the mark and were making love to my clit as I watched. Her fingers seemed to mimic mine. Now she was leaning against the window, her fingers still between her legs. I could clearly see them working there way in and out. Those nipples looked so delicious against the glass. How I wished it were my mouth they were pressed against. A glow swept over me. Her head jerked back, her mouth made a large ‘O’. I imagined that we both had our orgasm at the same time. She walked away, her hips making an obvious wiggle at me, the lights were turned out.

Jared awake by jackhammers and the banging of steel beams at the new building going up, I tried to roll over and go back to sleep. No go. Naked, I dragged my body into the bathroom, then into the kitchen. A fresh cup of coffee in hand, I stood by the window watching the workers. It wasn’t very long till I saw one of the guys pumping his hands up and down like he was jacking off. I cupped my hand between my legs and rubbed myself. He stroked the front of his jeans. I leaned against the glass like the woman across the street would do at night. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Damn, he was hung. Another worker must have asked why, because he pointed my way. I turned and wiggled my ass at both of them, then walked away from the window.

Leaving work, the elevator was even more crowded than yesterday. It was like a sardine can. I couldn’t even turn my head. “I enjoyed last night. It was great.” I recognized it as the voice from last night, but I couldn’t find a face. The doors opened and the crowd merged with the crowd in the lobby. It could have been any of hundreds of women I saw.

I saw the couple with their foreplay several times over the next few nights, but the real object of my attention didn’t appear. I didn’t hear the voice in the elevator either. I almost felt a sense of loss as I walked home.

“My, my, Frank. Don’t you look dashing tonight.” I beat him to the punch. I sometimes pictured him, head filled with complements from great looking women, then hurrying home and nailing his chubby wife by the front door.

Not a lot of variety to Frank. Probably meat loaf every Wednesday. Probably not a lot of variety to their sex either.

Show time. 11:30. Oh my God, there she is. Time for my bedtime story. Come to momma. It seemed like she was more wanton, maybe a larger orgasm. Had she missed her performances the last few nights?

Tonight I looked around as I got on the elevator, packed as usual. No one stood out. Just a sea of faces. “I was away. Sorry.” It was her. Damn, why can’t I see her? Again a mass of humanity merging with another mass of humanity after the doors opened. She was gone.

I left a little light on in the living room. I even bought a nice silk hip length robe on the way home. As she appeared, I stood close to the window and held part of the bottom of the robe to one side, revealing my pussy. I could see my reflection in the window and I assumed she could see me. She nodded her head as she touched her nipple. My finger touched my navel, hers did the same. As I moved my finger, she followed. I could see her smile.

I was getting desperate to pick her out from the others in the elevator, always too crowded though. “Very nice. You are pretty.” Her voice made my pussy gush. I wanted to ride her face, I wanted to lick her pussy. God, did she ever make me hot. Too many people around for me to do what I needed to do to myself.

For the next few weeks, I would spend the evening watching the couple make out, the man hang his suit up, the old woman put her groceries away, and the mystery lady in the robe masturbate for me. It was almost like a little perverted family that I was a member of. The mystery woman was the only one I was sure was performing for me.

My morning routine was almost as regular as my evening one. The 2 men at the Red Flame counter still read their papers, drank their coffee. That spot seemed to now be reserved for me. The men had actually started nodding their heads or saying ‘hello’. Guess that was a large conversation to them.

After paying one day, just out the door, I heard “I dream of you.” I stopped quickly and she bumped into me. I turned. It was her. Oh my, it was really her. I didn’t have to move, our lips pressed together as I turned. We were that close.

She pulled her face back a fraction of an inch. “Well hello to you too.”

I could feel the heat from her body pressed against mine. “I want to meet you.”

“Think we just did.”

“I know. I’m Roberta.”

She was even more lovely up close. What had been perfect skin in the binoculars was amazingly lovely up close. Those lips, oh my, lips I could get lost in. I just looked for a moment. What a lovely person.

“Sorry, just had breakfast.”

She was being coy, jerking my chain.

“Of course. I mean will you have lunch with me today. We seem to work in the same building. Maybe about 11:30?”

“Closer than just the same building. Meet you in the plaza at 11:30. Gotta hurry now.”

She walked quickly away. I just stood and watched, memorizing how the back of her looked.

The morning dragged; reports, graphs, lots of email to answer. My mind just wasn’t on it. I hoped I wasn’t making too many errors.

I waved my hand in the air as I saw her walk out of the building. “Over here.” I yelled. Wishing I hadn’t been quite so loud, I covered my mouth with my hand.

“Not excited are we?”

“Oh Roberta, sorry. You make my heart skip a few beats.”

“Actually, you do the same to me.”

“I was so happy you played along with me all these evenings. Some mornings, cleaning the windows was hard. You really would get me sopping wet.”

“Yeah. Must have gone through several bottles of leather cleaner myself. Come over tonight. Please. I bite softly.”

“Tempting. I don’t get home until nearly eleven far too often.”

“I can stay awake, or set the alarm. I’ll let Frank the doorman know I’m expecting you.”

Late, a knock on the door. I opened it. Barefoot, wearing just the robe I’d bought to play window games, not fastened, leaving me quite exposed, I stood looking at Roberta.

“Hi darling.” Roberta wrapped her arms around me and pressed those wonderful lips against mine for not nearly long enough.

“Well baby, I’m yours now.” I looked into her eyes with my best bedrooms eyes. She could have dragged me by the hair across the floor and onto the bed. I was ready for anything.

I fell backwards onto the mattress, my robe falling open.

“My don’t you look delicious.”

I woke up alone, satisfied, but alone. Her panties lay on the other pillow with a note. “Sneak another peek soon.” I pressed them to my face and remembered last night.

The sidewalk floated under my feet, clouds parted. I didn’t know if we would be in the same bed, but I knew I’d see her in the window once in a while.

“Looking good this morning.” Janice called out.

It had been a hard initial bunch of weeks at work, but now I was settling in and feeling much more comfortable. Now I was actually taking time for lunch almost every day. Lunch time provided some interesting viewing. The plaza was usually packed, not just with people in my building, but from others in the area. All the people in just our building would make a town bigger than many in this country. Lots of fine bodies, hot women, nicely dressed. It seemed that the woman with a nice butt I’d seen the first few days, had multiplied a few thousand times.

A luscious blonde sat on the wall not far from me, maybe 15 feet separated us. Her foot rested on the wall in front of her hip. Not a good view for me, but probably great for others. Some nice looking guy, a Marlboro Man in a suit, walked by her.

“Who said you could look?”

“Didn’t have too. They were just there.”

“But I didn’t want you to just look.”

“Maybe you wanted me to fuck you right here?”

“Get yourself a pussy and then come back.”

She put her leg down and the guy walked away.

I turned enough so I could stretch my leg along the wall towards her, the foot just over the edge, the other dangled leaving a limited, but great view up my dress. It didn’t take long for her to notice. Her gaze was intense. I knew she was locked in on my naked crotch. She twisted enough to mirror the way I sat. I looked around and most of the people had gone back to work, we were alone. My hand slid up my thigh. Her hand too. My finger pulled my lips apart. Hers pulled a leg hole to one side showing me hers. We smiled at each other.

She stood in front of me and I turned to face her, legs still parted wide, skirt pulled up high on my thighs.

“Great view. I’m Belinda.”

“Just moved here last week. Big city.”

“Very different than where I grew up.”

She took my hand and placed it on her waist. “Wish I didn’t have to go back to work.”

“I’ll meet you here at 5:15. Takes that long to get down the elevator.”

“I know. I’ll be here as soon as I can.”

The elevator dropped pasted 10 on the way down. “Enjoy your new friend.”

The doors opened. I looked and I could not see Roberta anywhere. I was glad she had said that. We came from different worlds, one that I knew I could never be a part of. Oh she was someone that I’d never forget. Someone that had taught me a lot about myself.

The next morning, a card lay on my desk as I sat down.

‘I hope Belinda and you enjoyed me.’