It was one of those really hot and sticky nights.
The kind that keeps you awake, tossing and turning in your bed. Sticking to the linen as a fine sheen of sweat covers your body.
I usually slept naked, so that was no help; there was nothing for me to take off.
The fan on the ceiling was little to no use as the air it was circulating was stifling and not at all refreshing.
In the end I decided to resort to opening the French windows which ran along the entire wall of my bedroom. I opened them and stepped out through the sheer voile drapes out onto my balcony.
My flat was not overlooked so I didn't care about standing there naked.
Although in truth I probably wouldn't have cared anyway.
The idea of being out there and having people see me naked was actually rather erotic.
My balcony adjoined that of my neighbour, but that flat was still empty.
The new owner had not yet moved in, as there was only a little wall between the two balconies, had they been there, they would have seen me standing there with the moonlight shining on my naked flesh.
I stretched and yawned, the cooler air outside felt better on my skin than the stuffy air indoors.
In the distance I saw a flash of light, followed by a low deep rumble which seemed to roll toward my building and I felt the first drops of rain against my skin.
At last, a storm would clear the air and freshen up the night.
I stayed outside watching the lightning until the rain began to build, no longer pleasant against my overheated skin.
Walking back indoors I didn't see the shadow moving next door, I didn't hear the french windows opening.
Leaving my own windows open I moved back to lay on the bed watching the sheer drapes as they stirred in the building breeze.
Something about storms always made me feel horny, the power of the storm, the heat of the night and my own thoughts of being witnessed on my balcony naked... all added up to me feeling like being very naughty.
Running my palms across my stomach, I let them drift upwards, caressing the skin over my ribs and up to my breasts. I run the flat of my fingers over my breasts, running them round the plump globes of flesh and feeling my nipples stiffening.
Letting my fingers run around the areola, moving in ever decreasing circles towards the stiff little peaks.
Finally reaching my goal I pinched the turgid flesh and rolled it between my fingers. Arching my back off the bed and moaning with delight.
Moving my palms back downwards, back across my ribs, stomach and hips, and lower; reaching the flat planes of my pubis and stroking the tiny strip of hair.
Outside the storm was getting louder, the thunder closer and the lightning brighter and more frequent.
As I stroked my fingers closer and closer toward my pussy I could feel it aching to be touched.
Almost calling out to my fingers to come closer, but as much as I wanted to ease my ache, I enjoyed the chase and build up; so I bypassed my pussy and ran my palms over my thighs.
I could feel the slickness on my inner thighs as I stroked them; they were wet with the slippery juices from my aching centre.
Biting my bottom lip I thought I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye, in the flash of lightning I thought I saw someone standing on my balcony, watching me through the sheer drapes.
Closing my eyes and grinding my thighs together, trying to ease the building throb.
Of course there was not truly anyone there; it wasn't possible, but just for that moment he seemed so real and the thought of someone being out there watching only served to excite me even more.
Finally I could not take any more teasing and I had to ease my 'pain'.
