She sat on the windowsill of her sitting room window looking out at the empty square in front of her house. He watched her from the kitchen window. He hadn't meant to, but as he walked past earlier, his eye caught her in tight yoga pants and a sports bra; sweat glistening on her lower back. He had walked home but he felt drawn back to her.
She turned then to look at him, he thought momentarily, but he realized she couldn't see him in the dark ally where he stood. No, she was looking at a box on the shelf by the kitchen window.
Hopping of the sill, she walked lightly across the hard marble floor towards the window and reached for the box. She got out papers, tobacco, a piece of thin card and a clear plastic packet. She sat there rolling a joint and although he was afraid she might catch him looking, he couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off her and walk away.
He watched he fingers as she broke small pieces of weed and mixed it with the tobacco on the paper, the rolled up piece of card held between her teeth, her full pink lips resting lightly on it and all he wanted were those lips around his cock.
Her green eyes looked up suddenly as though she had heard his thoughts and she open the window; he had just enough time to move out of her line of vision.
From somewhere in the house a mobile was ringing and she turned around and walked back in to the sitting room, tapping at the laptop before picking up the mobile.
"Go for Georgia!" she said playfully. So that was her name then! Georgia... It swam around his mind, playing with fantasies that he had never indulged. He sat there watching her as she giggled on the phone, speaking in rapid Greek. Her were legs resting on the sill and she had her back against the window pane. She sat flexing and pointing her toes with their red nail polish. He wanted to put them in his mouth, lick those perfect toes, taste the saltiness, and see her face as he did it.
Lost in his fantasies, he didn't realize that she had finished talking on the phone and was now smoking the j and making perfect circle of smoke. Her shoulders relaxed visibly and her left hand started caressing the side of her thigh.
The music on the laptop changed and Nine Inch Nails started singing "Closer". Slipping off the sill, she turned round and closed the window while swaying her hips to the music. Her loose white cotton shorts hung off her hips, over her perfect round ass ,the blue butterflies on them dancing as she moved. She pulled the curtains closed and danced around the sitting room, her hands slid over her body. The nipples of her small breasts stood out against her thin white t-shirt, hardened by her obvious arousal.