Mia Kochmeyer walked into her room.
There stood a comfortable, roomy armchair facing the open window. Mia ensconced herself in it.
She could see the wall-sized window, the buildings on the other side of the street, and the tops of the trees heaving as the breezes passed. The warm golden glow slipped through the polished leaves. Mia felt warm and saccharine as the midday sun cascaded her bare skin.
Pedestrians were crying and yelling in the street below while cars honked and skidded. The notes of a street band reached her faintly, and countless varieties of birds were twittering in the eaves.
Mia was still young, in her late twenties, with a fair and seductive charm. Her lips glistened with a deep red lipstick, which was more than anything. She didn't like to wear makeup, her beauty was enough to woo.
The young woman noticed a young man leaning on the balcony rail of the building on the other side of the street. She presumed something attractive in the street view or the building that attracted his attention. But Mia doubted. The only exciting thing here was a gorgeous woman slouching on a roomy armchair, au naturel.
The young woman liked the attention. She had a slight exhibitionist tendency, especially when she was being watched when she was pleasuring herself. She will get so horny! It's so sexy being watched. She couldn't help herself. Just the thought of being watched made her excited.
