After the filming of Avengers Endgame wrapped, I desperately needed to take a vacation. I loved working with the crew and all my friends, but month after month of filming will take its toll, I'm certainly not getting any younger. Cobie had caught wind of me talking about taking sometime away on set. She sat me down and told me of this small apartment she had tucked away in London, said I'd be more than welcome to take the keys and stay there for as long as I wanted. No sooner had filming finished, was I packed and out the door.
"Number 43" I muttered as my suitcase rattled down the corridor. "44, there it is."
I slotted the key into the lock. The door was heavy and took some pushing. I let out a sigh and took deep breaths. The elevator was out, and those stairs had left my lungs burning and legs weak. Cobie wasn't exaggerating when she said it was small. The lounge and kitchen inhabited the same space, modern, white cupboards and black granite counter tops. One, large leather sofa sat opposite a huge TV. I hauled my suitcase across the wooden flooring, wheels clicking. Floor to ceiling glass windows poured light into the kitchen. Directly across from this apartment was another. These windows were a bit intrusive, I could see a young couple sat in their living room across the way.
During my trip, I'd stripped down just a white tank top and tight jeans. The sun was blistering hot and this stuffy apartment held the heat in the air. I parked my suitcase in the bedroom. A huge king size bed took up most of the bedroom, with bed-side tables and a small, open wardrobe. I quickly tore my clothes from my sweat ridden body, leaving them on the floor. My bra was sweaty, I unclasp it, sliding it down my arms. I let my large tits fall out, still pert. I slide my black panties down. I catch my naked self in the floor to ceiling mirror. I stop and twirl, watching my tits and ass jiggle, I giggle stupidly. I can't remember the last time someone had seen me naked.
The shower blasted my body. It was refreshing, the cold water trickled across my skin. My nipples had become erect from the rapid change in temperature. I ran my hands down over my curves, stopping at my large mounds, teasing at my nipples. I smirk as the sensations tingle across my pussy.
I was torn from my moment by the sound of my phone buzzing on the bed. I hurried from the shower, wrapping myself up in a towel, wet hair sticking to my back.
"Hey Cobie."
"Hey, did you find the apartment okay?"
"Yeah. It's amazing, thank you so much for letting me stay here."
"No problem! There's plenty of food and drink in the kitchen. If not, there's a lovely cocktail bar just at the end of the street."
"Might just have to raid your fridge. Thanks again Cobie." I chuckle.
She hangs up. The sun has disappeared behind the apartment block. A chill has crept into the apartment with the windows still wide open. I tip toe around the apartment, pulling each of the windows to. I flick the heating on, won't take too long to warm up this tiny apartment.
Still in just a towel, my breasts spilling out over the top, I stand at the huge window in the kitchen. The orange of the street lights paints the people that're passing underneath. In my ignorance, I hadn't considered that people could also see into the apartment. I work my way up the apartment rooms across from mine. Trying to peer through other people's windows. Most people had the sense to draw their curtains. My eyes reach the window across from mine. I lock onto the young male from the couple, stood, drink in hand, staring back at me. He doesn't flinch, but I jolt to the side, heightened breath, adrenaline coursing through me.
Fuck - he absolutely saw me. Well, at least I had the towel. I'm sure he's seen more through these huge apartment windows. I dash in-front of the window again. I need to get some clothes on. After the long flight, I need a night in. I throw on a pair of comfortable leggings and another tank top. The leggings push my ass up and out. Without any underwear on, my tits are clearly visible in this top, spilling out the sides, barely covering them.
I find bottles of wine neatly line dup on the kitchen counter. I pop open one and pour myself a glass, taking the bottle with me, would be a shame not to finish it. I slump onto the couch and switch the TV on. The wine is smooth, with a striking after taste, I can already feel it numb my extremities, going straight to my head. I laugh and giggle as I scroll through social media, the TV providing background noise. It doesn't take me long to finish off that bottle, it's made me kind of peckish. I take the bottle and glass over to the counter, stumbling and giggling as I go.
Something caught my attention as I passed the window, in the corner of my eye. I turn back in my haze, hiding behind the counter and peeking my head out. The young couple across from me, they've left their curtains open and have a lamp on. I squint, trying to focus my vision. I see shadows moving about on the sofa. The woman is gripping the edge of the sofa as the guy rails her hard from behind. His hands are firmly wrapped around her hips, pulling her back on his cock with each thrust. My first instinct is to look away, but I can't bring myself to look away. She is in a world of ecstasy, moaning, her mouth open and eyes closed as she immerses herself in the moment.
I slip my hand down beneath my trousers and panties. I gently run my fingers across my lips, forcing a tingling sensation to shudder my body. I continue to push my finger back and forth clutching at my half empty glass of wine. My legs begin to wobble as I rub harder against my wet cunt. I stumble back, perching myself up against the sofa, making sure I can still see the couple across the way. He's picked up the pace, fucking her harder, I watch her ass and tits jiggle from the hard pounding. I imagine he has me bent over, gripping my waist, parting my lips with enormous cock. I slide two fingers in, unable to take much more teasing. I reach inside with my middle and ring finger. Using a 'come here' motion as I draw my fingers out and push them back in.
