“This is amazing,” I heard her say as she walked directly to the window. The curtains were drawn completely back. I love the sunlight.
Missy and I were on the 27th floor of the Ritz Carlton in Chicago. It was my hotel room for the week. The sales meeting was moving at a nerve-grinding, boring pace, so we escaped for the afternoon. It was a beautiful day in Chicago, a brilliant clear sky. From my room we had a view of the lakefront, most of downtown, the John Hancock building, and one large apartment building.
“John,” she said, “Have you noticed that you can see directly into those apartments down there?”
I stepped behind her to get a look at what she was talking about. “Sure,” I told her, “Look how most of the curtains are open. No one seems timid, huh?” I put my arms around her waist and gently kissed her neck from behind. “And remember,” I whispered, “If you can see them, they can see you.”
Missy leaned back into me and I hugged her tighter. I could see her eyes were fixed on the building, checking each window. Her smile was past being mischievous.
“Have you noticed the telescopes?” I asked, “I doubt that they’re totally for the stars in the sky.”
She only smiled her reply and pointed toward an open window. “There’s a couple down there, see them?” she said with a slight laugh, “They’re using their telescope now.”
She was right. There was a couple, a man and woman, standing by a window with drinks in their hands, talking it looked like, while they took turns looking into the telescope. We watched as they scanned our building until eventually it seemed they were fixed on us standing in the window. Missy waved to them, and the woman waved back with her eye still fixed to the telescope. We watched her say something to the man. Then he looked. Missy waved again, and he waved back too.
They were smiling, we could see, standing in their window now raising their glasses in a salute of some kind. Missy and I both waved back, smiling too.
Neither of us spoke, we just smiled. I didn’t notice Missy unbuttoning her shirt until she gotten to the third button from the top.
I moved away from her and sat down in a chair by the window where I could see both Missy and the couple across the way.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Missy murmured, speaking almost as if in a dream state.
The front of her shirt was open now. Her flat stomach exposed to the window, the bra with the clasp in front now the only thing hiding her full breasts. She let the shirt fall from her shoulders and stood there in front of the window as if waiting for some response from the couple.
And they did respond. I watched them move back and forth from the telescope to their window. The woman stood looking up at us for a moment, looking at Missy, more accurately, and then she began to remove her blouse.
Missy’s smile grew wider and I heard her chuckle to herself as she unclasped the bra. In a moment her breasts were free and visible. She let the bra fall away as she had the shirt. Her hands moved over her breasts, her fingers spread and kneading her own flesh. Her nipples were responding and I watched as they grew hard and pronounced. I watched reminding myself of just how perfect Missy’s breasts are, so firm yet full, so expressive, I’ve thought in the past. In fact, I’ve often wondered if Missy could have an orgasm just from stimulation to her breasts.
The woman below had matched Missy’s exposure. I looked down to see her standing in the window without her blouse, no bra. Even from this far away I could see that Missy had her beat, but everyone plays the cards they’re dealt, I always say.
I wondered for a moment where this episode of dueling windows was going. Missy told me when she reached to unsnap her jeans. She moved the zipper down slowly, seductively. Her hands moved to her hips and she began to wiggle her way out of her jeans. Her shoes were tossed in my direction as she pushed her jeans down around her ankles. She stood in the window and looked down to the woman to see her response. The woman was working her pants off too, we both saw, while the man had his eye stuck to the telescope.
I looked Missy over with a mood akin to simple lust. Her blonde hair was pulled back that day, her green eyes focused and gleeful, her smile almost wicked, the gold hoop in her navel a banner of her flair.
I knew the red silk panties wouldn’t stay on long. And they didn’t. I watched them ease over her dark pubic hair, down her firm thighs, until they dropped at her feet. She stepped out of them and stood for a moment completely naked in front of the window.
The woman below stood naked too, matching Missy.
I wondered where this was going as I watched the woman’s hand move between her legs. She lifted her right foot onto a footstool nearby and pushed her hand deeper between her legs. Her other hand held a breast, teasing a nipple, I imagined.
Missy said nothing as she turned her back to the window and bent over. She slowly spread her feet wider and reached between her legs with one hand while reaching around with the other to spread one cheek of her wonderful ass.
I watched her finger disappear into her pussy, and I wondered just how powerful that telescope was that that lucky son-of-a-bitch was using down below.
“I wonder if she’s as wet as I am,” Missy laughed.
“Well,” I told her, “From the look of the way her hips are moving against her hand, I’d say she’s well on her way to a flood.”
Missy just laughed as she circled her clit with two wet fingers. From where I sat I could see her pussy was swollen and shining, its lips thick and folded back like a flower.
