The hour was late and I was bored, alone, and surfing the internet. I'd just gotten home from work earlier and was looking for a way to let some stress off. No one was on my buddy list and there was nothing to do, so like usual, my mind began to wander. With but a few short clicks I found myself going to the usual favorites that held my attention night after night -- panty sites.
I had a few favorites that I would frequent, free sites the images bombarded by ads that nagged me. It was all worth it, though, to catch that glimpse, find that one perfect picture. Satiny material pulled taut over the hidden folds of a wet, beautiful pussy. I am rather picky. I don't like lacy panties, and cotton rarely does the job well, I prefer them to be a soft and sleek satin. Thongs are all right, but I like to see the material between the legs.
I began to grow aroused as I was surfing, viewing the beautiful women, when I noticed something. I live in a high rise apartment complex with another one across the street. Just across from me, a yellow rectangle of light had come on in the darkness, illuminating the inside of someone's apartment. I saw a woman, redheaded and perfectly dressed, come inside. I assumed she was coming in from work as she wore a smart navy blue suit, slacks cloaked her long legs and a well cut jacket fell over her white blouse. Her hair was perfectly coifed and her face was painted in subtle hues that highlighted her high cheekbones and slender bone structure. She had classic good looks and a tasteful manner.
