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I was a single female of twenty-six years when this story happened. Four years out of college and up until recently I was employed in an entry-level tech job. Three months before, I was promoted to a mid-level position in our company because of a skill set I had that was needed. I had a gift of turning plans and drawings into blueprints. My agreeing to move to a different city on the East Coast was also a factor in my promotion. It wasn’t a tough decision on my part. I was single and though I had a boyfriend it hurt me more to have to leave my cat behind at my parent’s house than to leave my boyfriend of half a year. He was an okay lover. Good enough to scratch my itch when I was horny, but the passion was long gone. Yes, he was an alright boyfriend, but my cat was a wonderful cat.I could do much of my job from my apartment. A desk, a computer, and a secure internet connection were everything I required most of the time. Though I needed to go to our production facility once or twice a week to receive/give clarifications on blueprints of new boats. Boats? Say yachts instead. Our East Coast production yard could build two yachts in the 100-120 ft. range or smaller simultaneously. As you may imagine, people who could afford boats that had that kind of price tag had set requirements of what they wanted and how they wanted the boat to look. Unfortunately, these ‘set’ requirements changed as often as the weather. Of course, each change needed new and precise weight distribution calculations and new blueprints. A two-million-dollar yacht with a pronounced list to one side or the other was considered ‘not a good thing’.Anyway, my promotion, change of location, and new salary gave me the opportunity to upgrade my living standards. I moved into a beautiful apartment complex of two, twenty-story buildings facing each other across a narrow garden. I was on the 18th floor and if I stood on my small balcony and s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d out over the railing I could just see the ocean. Yep, I had a real ocean-view apartment!The outside ‘walls’ of the apartments in the complex were a mostly glass facade. Floor to ceiling glass. Kitchen, living room/den, and master bedroom were all subject to being in view of anyone in the adjacent apartment building on or near my floor. It was like living in a glass cage. For privacy, ceiling-to-floor curtains which could be pulled across the glass windows were deemed to be sufficient. My glass wall and small balcony faced north so there was never any sun shining in through my windows. With no sun glare to worry about, I had one side of my desk positioned right against the glass so with a slight turn of my chair I could look out the sliding glass door leading to my small balcony as well as the large glass wall directly to my right.I don’t work with the television on. Music appropriate to my mood playing in the background suited me best. If I had a mental block, I’d rather sit back in my chair and look out at the world than watch a rerun of a show I’ve seen a dozen times. I’d only been moved in five or six days when I had just such a mental block. Lacing my fingers behind my head, I kicked back in my chair and looked out my window at nothing in particular. That’s when I spied the woman in the apartment across the way.The fifty-meter gap between the two buildings and some sun glare was enough to make facial details vague. However, neither distance nor glare could hide her long, brown hair and hourglass Acıbadem escort bayan figure. Definitely a very nice figure and shapely legs. Dressed in a blue, tight-fitting t-shirt with a low scoop neck, her well-endowed chest and, umm, ‘everything’ below her shirt would have been in perfect view except for distance and glare. And down further… Panties? A G-String? Maybe nothing? I just couldn’t tell because of the sun’s glare. I used my imagination to fill in details and decided on panties. I, myself, would never consider sitting on furniture without at least panties on and I gave her the benefit of the doubt.Leaning against the sliding door which led to her small balcony, she was drinking what I assumed to be coffee from a mug. I prefer a hot tea myself but there’s no accounting for taste. Although it was past noon, she moved languorously like a woman just out of bed. Lazily stretching different parts of her body in no discernable pattern. Fingers trying to tame tousled hair going every which way was the clencher. Bed hair cannot be disguised even with distance. I raised my cup of tea in salute and wished my neighbor a silent good afternoon. It wasn’t as though I could fault her sleeping late or her apparel. I hardly stir from bed on the weekends until late and am rarely in anything but the soft material of the loose-fitting sweatshirts and shorts I usually wear around the apartment for comfort when not going anywhere. Looking down, I added an addendum to the list of my ‘at home’ clothing- warm, fluffy house shoes.I continued to rock in my chair while enjoying the serendipitous view of the very nice, barely clothed hourglass figure. With the sun shining on her face, she seemed to be basking in the warm rays while sipping from her mug. As I continued to watch, I saw a shape appear behind her. Not in the sun, the figure was harder to see in the shadows behind Sun Goddess. -Yes, thus I’d named her- My first impression was of a man. An impression given substance as he approached the woman from behind and closer to the light. Arms reached around to enfold her as she leaned backwards into his embrace. Sun Goddess leaned back fully into the embrace and molded her body to his as hands began roaming over her body. Hands that moved to intimate areas. Sliding up thighs to belly before continuing up to cup breasts through the t-shirt. Again, distance and sun glare made some things hard to see but it appeared she had nice sized breasts. Full handfuls from what I could see as fingers gripped and molded them. As I watched, I could see their mouths move. My imagination filled in the words as they stood in the window.You were wonderful just now, my dear.Mmm, your huge cock felt wonderful inside me.It was wonderful watching you orgasm beneath me.Okay, okay… It was crap dialogue. Blame my anemic imagination. Unfortunately, my sex life for several months had been just as anemic as my imagination. Watching this woman who had obviously just come from her bed. Who probably had just experienced this man between her legs. Who was now having her neck kissed while one hand groped her breasts and a second hand was sliding up the inside of her thighs to cup and caress… Ooohhh crap, how I wished I were she.Unconsciously, my hand slipped between my legs to also cup and caress as Sun Goddess turned her head just enough to bring her lips to his. Damn! This was so infuriatingly erotic watching Escort Kaynarca her get all the attention I’d been denied for a very long time. My ex-boyfriend had become a straight-to-penetration type of male for several months even before I’d moved. Hardly any foreplay and even less romance! Something told me that Sun Goddess was simply oozing with foreplay and romance.Something else was oozing I discovered as my hand slipped under the waistbands of my shorts and panties. The soft, wet sound of drenched pussy lips separating and coming together as I continued to cup and caress… I couldn’t stop my soft groan as Sun Goddess was turned fully into a passionate kiss. A long kiss turned into shorter kisses that traveled from mouth to cheek to neck. I had a perfect view now as the sun had moved and the glare on her window lessened. Sun Goddess’ back was to me. I wished that it was my ass cheeks being crushed in strong hands and not hers. I watched as Sun Goddess’ back was bent backwards… Though I couldn’t see, I just knew the man was pulling the scoop neck of her t-shirt lower just before his head dipped towards Sun Goddess’ chest. No doubt to capture and suck on a now exposed nipple.It had been so long, too long since I had been manhandled in such a rough way, but my body remembered how it felt to have my ass cheeks and breasts given willingly to another for his enjoyment. I was cupping and caressing a bit hastily, my short breaths interspersed with quiet moans as my own nipples crinkled and throbbed in response to what I could see and what my imagination led me to believe. I felt hot, swollen, and very, very oily… My hand was not just cupping and caressing but was now also penetrating. My free hand moved to my breasts. Molding my breasts through my sweatshirt while pinching and pulling on my hard nipples. I was so caught up in cupping, caressing, penetrating, molding, pinching, and pulling while watching Sun Goddess being so deliciously molested for all to see that it took me several heartbeats to realize that she was not the only one performing erotic acts behind transparent glass. I had the distinct feeling that she was watching me!I couldn’t be sure. Sun Goddess was too far away for us to make actual eye contact. I’d thought that without the sun shining through my window I’d be too far in shadow to be seen. What a fool I’d been! I had the room’s overhead light on. I had the lamp behind me on my desk on. Reflected sunlight from the building across the way… I had everything but a spotlight trained on me. And Sun Goddess had her head turned to look out her window. Her eyes might be closed as she enjoyed the attention from her lover. At least I had hoped her eyes were closed. But I couldn’t shake the feeling she was looking at my window. Just at that moment, the man said something in Sun Goddess’ ear. She nodded. I swear she took one more look in my direction before following him out of sight. No doubt to the nearest bed.I was too far gone to worry about anything at that time. I hurried and flung myself across my bed to reach for the drawer of my night table. I only took the time to push my panties and shorts just far enough down my legs until I could bend my knees and spread my thighs wide. Fingers of one hand moved inside me while my other hand monitored the strength of the vibrations on my clit. My breath caught in my throat when the tip of the vibrator touched me too Aydınlı escort forcibly. I pushed my fingers as far inside me as I could. I groaned in annoyance while my hips bucked upwards trying to force my fingers further. My body remembered how a thick, long cock felt stretching and sliding within me and I wanted those feelings again… Fingers were a poor substitute.Poor substitute or not it didn’t take long before my breathing came in gasps. My thighs clamped about my hand. My back bent backwards as I shuddered and spasmed. A long cry of orgasm followed by short grunting barks forced through clenched teeth. A soft hum accompanied my battery driven orgasm as it built to heights I hadn’t achieved in months. As much as I wanted this to continue on and on, my body couldn’t endure the raw sensitivity between my legs. The hum in the room changed tone as my hand dropped to the bed. My body convulsed less and less until, with a long, shaking sigh I began to regain my senses. I withdrew my hands from my wetness and tried to turn the hum off. It was difficult. My creamy fingers couldn’t gain purchase at first on the slick plastic.I finally stilled the hum and let the vibrator fall to the sheets next to my hips. Sheets that were now tacky and cold on my ass cheeks from my copious discharge. I get very wet and suspect I even squirt at times when I’m very turned on. Not a lot but it’s the only reason I can think of why my sheets get so wet sometimes without a male contribution. Turning on my side to remove myself from the wet spot, I felt limp and exhausted. I felt satisfied/unsatisfied at the same time. Masturbation is fun and safe… Yet, so very, very lonely.It didn’t help that in my imagination, Sun Goddess was not satisfying herself with fingers and plastic. By now she’d sucked on real cock. By now she’d spread her legs for real cock. I groaned in frustration as I physically felt the lack of everything Sun Goddess was no doubt enjoying even now! I made myself think of the work I had abandoned on my computer instead. I forced myself up and out of bed. I stripped the wet sheets off my bed and put on clean ones.After cleaning between my thighs and changing into dry panties, I went back to my desk and thought about what Sun Goddess might have seen. My hand cupping, caressing, and penetrating between my legs would have been hidden from her sight behind my desk but my hand playing with my boobs… God, I felt so embarrassed. I don’t know why but I did! I wasn’t the one practically having sex in front of an entire apartment building. She was! But I’d never done anything even remotely more sexual in public than a kiss. Embarrassed for no reason or not, I drew the drapes across my window. I tried to put everything out of my mind while making another pot of tea. My brief sojourn into the erotic had stimulated my mind as well as my body and I continued my work with new energy.That night I was sitting on my small balcony. From time to time I like to enjoy a good cigar when I felt I deserved one after a particularly good day of productive work. Usually only on hair washing nights so the smell wouldn’t remain in my hair. An unhealthy habit I’d acquired from a former college lover. A cigar, unlike a cigarette, isn’t something you smoke in five minutes. One needs time to enjoy a good cigar. A large snifter of brandy is also required. The city’s lights shone on the other side of my building. Streetlights were far away. Relaxing in my lounge chair with a cigar in one hand and brandy in my other, I was enjoying the silence and darkness that distance from the ground gives. Most of the windows across the way had curtains drawn but that still left many uncovered giving a view into the Lives of the Nowhere Close to Being Rich and Famous.
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