Fuck, what a great day it is. It's a lovely spring day, just warm enough to leave my jacket at home. Thankfully, not hot enough that taking the bus to work and back will leave me in a terrible uncomfortable mess.
I'm in my work clothes, tight black leggings and a dark green tee shirt that cuts just low enough to get some appreciative looks as my 36D cup breasts that hide beneath. My long blonde hair is pulled back in a low ponytail and short heeled boots complete the look. I feel good about myself today, i enjoy the boost of self confidence that looking good gives me.
I'm on the bus home, was happy to be told to leave an hour early. It's quieter than usual on the bus at this time of day, and I'm sitting back, content in my daydreaming.
I suddenly realize I've missed my stop. I have no idea where we are. To avoid making things worse, I get off at the next stop that looks to be in a major area, it seems full of businesses. At least I can get directions home from someone.
I didn't realize that most of these businesses would be closed already. I can't find any that have people still working, never mind open.
I'm wandering past this two storey office building for the third time when I glance up at one of the windows, and I'm shocked. A man is sitting in an office chair right by the window, looking at something on his phone and masturbating. He seems tall, with a sexy bald head and a dark beard. His legs are stretched out in front of him, with dark blue jeans tugged down to his hips and a dark red tee shirt pulled up, exposing his stomach, but definitely not in a bad way.
I watch him, he obviously has no idea I'm there. One hand is slowly striking his cock, which looks thick and uncut, at least from my angle. He's not lazily going about this, it seems like he is slowly letting it build. His other hand holds his phone, but it looks like he's swiping through something, not watching a video or talking to someone. He stops stroking, swipes down to open a message, then throws back his head with obvious pleasure at what he just received. He starts typing a reply with one hand and stroking himself a little faster. I think he's sexting with someone and getting photos sent to him. Lucky guy!
I feel a little guilty at interrupting their moment, I'm sure they don't want some random girl watching, but I can't take my eyes off him. Something about him is so damn sexy, probably because he doesn't know I'm watching him stroke his cock and moan. My hand toys lightly over the mound of my pussy through my leggings. There's something so dirty about watching someone else, especially when they don't know you're there.
The conversation he's having with whoever it is on the phone must be getting intense. He's flipping back and forth through a few screens now, and his hand is moving faster up and down his shaft. He speeds up even more, leans his head back and closes his eyes, his entire body tenses up, and then without warning, he stops, moving his hand away quickly.
He's edging, I realize. Damn, this is so fucking sexy to watch. Suddenly, he opens his eyes and they lock right onto mine. Jumping in surprise, he drops the phone, covers himself up with his hand, and goes to move away from the window, but I hold up a hand and he stops, looking at me quizzically.
'Nice cock.' I mouth up at him, winking.
He looks at me, not understanding, tilting his head slightly.
I make the gesture of stroking a cock in front of me. Mouthing the word nice again, I then blow a kiss up in his direction. He smiles, getting the message clearly.
He stands up, tucking himself back into his boxer briefs but not buckling his jeans back up, and holds out his hand, palm up. It's my turn to tilt my head,
He mimes for me.
First pointing to me, then his own eyes, then himself. Then he does the same 3 moves in reverse and holds his hand out again.
Oh, I whisper to myself. I saw you, now you want to see me.
Feeling bold and still really turned on, I quickly glance up and down the street, making sure no vehicles are coming, already knowing that all the surrounding buildings are empty.
I slowly hook both my thumbs into my leggings, making sure I've got the edges of my panties too before sliding them down to my thighs. His eyes lock on my trimmed pussy, and a smirk crosses his face. He gestures at me again, rubbing his crotch area.
'Show and tell isn't enough for you, you horny man?' I whisper to myself wickedly and keeping my eyes on his, slide my finger up and down my slit, rubbing my clit just a little bit.
He nods in appreciation, then points to something below me. I look, and there's a door marked with the company name and address. He points to himself, then me, then the door, and walks away from the window.
