Peter knocked on the door to his neighbor Liz's apartment. She had been having problems with her computer for weeks. All that time with no access to porn was starting to drive her a little stir crazy. When she mentioned her troubles to Peter, he immediately offered to take a look. Peter was generally good with his hands, had a knack for computers, and could certainly sympathize with her predicament. They had always been flirtatious with one another, but never more than that.
When Liz answered the door, Peter smiled as he took in the whole picture. She was standing, framed by a window behind her, wearing a thin cotton plaid skirt which came to just above her knees. The skirt was slightly transparent against the light of the window so that Peter could just make out the outline of her legs through the thin material. On top, she wore a tight-fitting, low-cut black camisole with spaghetti shoulder straps. As far as Peter could tell, she wasn't wearing a bra. The black top matched her shoulder-length black hair and was a strong contrast to her pale skin.
Liz greeted him and gave him a hug hello. "Yep, definitely no bra." Peter thought to himself as he subtly felt for a strap.
Peter entered the apartment and followed Liz into her living room. As he walked behind her, he admired the way the thin skirt clung to her ass, and he wondered if she was wearing any underwear either. Maybe just a small thong. She showed him to her laptop sitting on the floor tethered to the power outlet by a short cord. After accepting the beer Liz offered, Peter sat down on the floor and got to work. Liz paced around her living room for a few minutes and then walked over to her couch and sat down. She wanted to chat, but she also wanted her computer to be fixed, so she chose not to distract Peter from his task.
Liz shifted around on the couch trying to get comfortable. She finally came to rest sitting facing Peter, but sideways on the couch with her back against one arm rest and both feet up on the seat. Liz spaced out for a bit, thinking about her day and what she was planning to make for dinner.
Suddenly she realized that in all her movement, her skirt had ridden up very high. In fact, she wasn't wearing any panties, and her skirt had shifted until she was almost completely exposed. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up at Peter to see whether he had noticed.
She was relieved to see that he was still sitting with his back partially to her, looking intently at the screen, apparently unaware of her near exposure. Seeing that he was still very absorbed in his task, she relaxed.
Then a very dirty thought crossed her mind.
Instead of fixing her skirt, she pulled it up further in front, totally exposing herself to anyone who might be looking. Peter's back was still turned. With her eyes on Peter, she drew her knees up and put her elbows on her upraised knees. She began gently stroking her left breast with the back of her right hand. She grabbed the nipple between her knuckles and gave it a little pinch, causing her to let out a slight gasp.
Peter still didn't react and continued looking at the computer. Liz began to wonder how he could possibly stay so focused.
She moved her right hand to her right breast and reached up with her left hand to grab the left. She continued softly stroking nipples between the thumb and first finger of each hand. She loved playing with tits, especially her own. She continued alternately stroking and pinching her nipples until they were standing out a full half-inch. She started to feel a burning need for more. Peter shifted in his seated position on the floor, and she froze. Her heart raced, fearing she might be caught, but Peter remained facing away with his eyes glued on the screen, never looking up.
Liz began to wonder how much further she could take this. How much could she get away with?
Ignoring the part of her screaming "stop!" she dropped her right hand to her lap. She lowered her left leg to the floor, leaving her right foot up on the couch, opening herself wide to her unaware audience. With the heal of her right hand on her right thigh, she slowly ran her middle finger upwards across her pussy lips.
When she reached her clit, she inhaled sharply at the electric shock. Still, Peter remained crouched over the computer, still focused.
