I come home from a trip and unwind. After dinner and some time watching TV, I notice a light on from the complex across the way. I look out the sliding doors of my condo to see Playboy Playmate Cynthia Brimhall in her apartment all alone.
I shut off all the lights, but still leave the television on, which lights up the living room as I stand at the window and see Cynthia. She's dressed like a homebody: shorts and an oversized t-shirt , which definitely don't highlight the wonderful curves and shapes of her body. Her angelic face can't be hidden. She is beautiful. She begins to get ready for bed by removing her t-shirt and shorts to reveal that magnificent body in a gorgeous pink bra and panties.
Everybody in my apartment building is pretty friendly and feels pretty much at home in everybody else's place. One of my neighbors has a spare key to keep an eye on my place when I'm away. It seems that my neighbor stopped by thinking I hadn't gotten home yet.
I was so preoccupied with Cynthia's body that I wasn't paying much attention to anything else. She had removed her bra and was holding her breasts in her hands, much like a teenage girl would who was discovering that she was growing up and becoming a woman.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and I was a bit startled. My housesitting neighbor, Playmate Devin Devasquez had come inside and notices me staring across the way at Cynthia. Devin asked me what I was looking at and noticed instantly when she looked out the window. Devin stood behind me with her left hand on my left shoulder and slid her right hand down my chest and onto my crotch feeling my stiff erection. "Cynthia is a beautiful woman isn't she?" says Devin. I nod in agreement. "You are raging hard," she whispers in my ear. "What am I going to do with you?"
Devin reaches over to the table and picks up the cordless phone and starts dialing. Across the way, Cynthia runs across her apartment to pick up the phone and answers it. Devin talks to Cynthia softly as she looks out the window and over at Devin and me. Cynthia sees Devin with her left hand massaging my chest underneath my shirt, my pants unbuttoned and unzipped but still up and the phone in her right hand as they talk.
Cynthia and Devin hang up the phone as Cynthia heads into her room and pulls the shades shut. Minutes later, Cynthia emerges in her living room wearing a long coat. She heads out the door, turns out the light and locks the door behind her.
Devin continues what she's doing and more. Standing behind me, she slides down my pants just past my thighs as my stiff cock stands firmly at attention for her. Devin unbuttons my shirt and runs her hands across my chest as she slides her left hand down and wraps it around my cock.
