You come home from work; tired, discouraged, bored. Another night of eating alone because you've worked so late everyone you know is already in bed. You decide to take a shower first to wash the day off of you. You head straight for the bathroom, undress and take a long cold shower, feeling the stress let go of your muscles as the water hits your body. You get out of the shower and feel the coolness of your wet body contrast with the warm summer air.
You walk into your bedroom and are about to turn on the light, when you see a glow coming from my window. We are neighbors in the type of buildings that may as well be attached, so our bedroom windows almost touch. Flirty at times, but still just neighbors. Your window is open and you can hear music coming from my house; the sensual, jazzy voice of Nina Simone. The soft glow and the music are inviting to you and you're curious, so you don't turn on the light as you approach your window, staying in the shadows. You can see me. I am sitting on my bed, the window open to allow the cool breeze to blow through the room, also blowing the soft, silky curtains away from my window. My bed faces the window and I am sitting on it wearing a light pink silk robe, wrapped loosely around my body in the summer heat.
I look up and for a split second it looks as though I'm peering right at you and you think I've seen you. A moment later I lean forward and grab something just out of sight from your view. As my upper body reappears in the window, you can see me untwisting something in my hand. I lean my leg out, flexing my soft little foot toward my body. I lean slightly forward and begin stroking something onto my feet. The sight of my soft, small, pink feet stirs something in you and you realize I'm putting on hot pink nail polish. I flip my head back as to not get any hair on my newly manicured toes and as I do so, my robe opens slightly, exposing a portion of my large, firm breast, but not the nipple. I resume my pretty paint job on my delicate toes and you turn to grab a chair. Sitting down, your hand goes naturally toward your cock, which is starting to stir as you watch me.