Angie wanted the apartment before she'd even seen the whole thing. In fact, as soon as she walked in she had to stop for a second and squeeze her legs together to steady herself.
The building manager, a thick man in his forties, was saying something that Angie almost missed. "This is what's called a partial view. If you, ah, stand right over here and lean over," he said, "You can see downtown."
Angie did as he suggested purely out of politeness. Who would stand by the wall and crane their neck to see the tops of some buildings? No, the real draw for her—and she knew it was a drawback for others—was the windows. She was getting wet just thinking about the possibilities.
Surely the designer of this apartment building had failed architecture school. The three windows, almost floor to ceiling, took up nearly the entire back wall. But say what he might about tilting over and seeing downtown, the real view from the windows much closer. A mere ten or fifteen feet across an airshaft were the windows from other apartments in the same building. The height of the windows meant Angie could see not only into the windows across the way, but into the windows of the apartments on the floors below and above.
"I don't know about this view," said Angie, doing her best to frown. Her nipples were rock hard.
"The, ah, bedroom has a more, ah, complete view, if you wanna take a look." It was obvious the landlord was worried Angie would just leave. It was a renter's market and she knew he'd been trying to unload the place for a while now; she'd seen the ad in the paper for nearly three weeks. What had stopped her from coming to see it? To think she'd almost missed out on this gem!
The view in the bedroom turned out to be "better", but not by much. From the window in line with the living room there was a true view of downtown, the one you couldn't quite enjoy from the living room. The window on the perpendicular wall looked across at a window from the building next door. Angie hid a grin of delight. Her dorm roommate Kelly would be incredibly jealous.
It was Kelly who had introduced Angie to the thrill of watching and being watched, not to mention of teasing mercilessly. Kelly loved to ever so innocently expose a nipple or a flash of thigh or even her bare pussy to unsuspecting bystanders. It was Kelly who had first dared Angie to try it for herself. It was Kelly who had come up with the idea of tormenting the local pizza delivery guys by answering the door in skimpy lingerie. Sometimes she would even convince her dates that Angie slept like a rock and they would fuck right there in the room, just a few feet away, with Angie peeking from behind a sleep-mask with narrow eye-slits cut in it and soaking her panties in frustrated excitement. Angie longed to try this for herself, to be thoroughly fucked while someone watched, someone who couldn't do anything about it. She hadn't yet had the opportunity, but it was high on her to-do list.
But living in a co-ed dorm had given her plenty of opportunities for teasing. She and Kelly had even had a game of seeing who could cause the most erections in a given amount of time. It made her wet just thinking of all those cocks, hard, aching, unsatisfied, wanting her. And these windows... what she could do with these window.
"I don't know about this apartment," she said sadly. "You see, I'm a bit worried about my... privacy."
"The last tenant put up heavy curtains. In fact, look, they're still there. You can just slide them shut and you'll be fine."
"But then I wouldn't have any sunlight. We do need sunlight, you know."
"Well, ah, the kitchen and bath have just been renovated. Maybe you take a look at those before you make up your mind. New, ah, fixtures and everything. This is a good area. A nice area for starting out. You're a young girl. Just starting out in your career, probably, right?"
"Almost. I got into grad school and my friend Kelly's dad is going to let me work in his office as a secretary to pay the bills."
"Oh, that's nice. My mother was a secretary. And that Grad school. You'll really, ah, go places. Now look. Look at that tile floor. Brand new. Never been walked on." He turned on each of the faucets, and demonstrated the swivel action of the spigot. "Hah? How 'bout that? Not bad, eh? Let's check out the bathroom."
Angie followed him, not really listening about the wonders she would see in the bathroom, but doing rapid calculations in her head.
"How 'bout that? You can take some nice baths in that tub. Ladies like to take baths, right? Heh, heh."
Angie gave him a sharp look that silenced the nervous laughter immediately.
"Listen Mr. Miller—"
"Sam."
"OK, Sam, you're right about the fixtures, but those windows. I just don't know. Anyone can look in on me and I'm a young woman alone... well you can see how I'd be a bit reluctant." She overplayed the prim and uptight role a little, afraid Sam would notice her flushed cheeks and neck and realize how much she wanted to live here. "And who lives across the way?"
"The neighbors are all nice people. Quiet, you know. Guy across the way is some kind of writer. Nice guy. And the, ah, curtains are still there and you can always, ah, get blinds or shades as well if you want more light."
"It will be a huge inconvenience though. And the place is a bit expensive for me. I wonder if you'd consider making a bit of a reduction in the rent, you know, to make up for it."
"Maybe we could, ah, work something out," said Sam, scratching his receding hairline. "Here you are trying to further your education and all. And between you and me and the lamppost, this place has been empty for a while."
"Has it?"
"Yeah. Tell you what, Miss Wilson—"
