Molly made her way to her apartment block elevator and pressed the up button. Once the doors were fully open she pressed level 8. While she waited for the doors to close she checked her reflection in the mirror. She was a petite young woman of 24, only 5ft2in and slender with pert little breasts. Her blonde hair was long and usually worn in a ponytail. She turned from the mirror to see a woman running for the elevator and quickly pushed the hold button.
'Oh thanks! I usually have to wait ages!' the woman said with a smile.
Molly had seen her around the building before and had been struck by her imposing appearance. She must have been nearly 6ft tall, with dark hair worn up and although she wore quite conservative clothing, plain skirts and blouses, she had curves in all the right places! Molly guessed her age was late 30s or early 40s. Molly got out on the 8th floor and gave the woman a shy 'Bye!'
Molly closed the door of her apartment with a smile. This was her favourite part of the day – getting home from work – and it was Friday so she had the whole weekend ahead of her. It wasn' t that she hated her job but like most people she worked to live and not the other way around! She had only been in this apartment for two months but she loved it; it wasn' t large but it was bright and the best thing about it was the balcony. Not many of the flats in her area had a balcony and it is what attracted her to the apartment in the first place – now she didn' t think she could live without it. It was her little bit of 'outside' and she had put a table and chair out there and decorated it with some cheap plants. There was more to her balcony than that though and at night, when it was dark it became a very special place for her indeed!
After having a bath and changing into her favourite red silk robe she made and ate a quick supper. She then poured herself a glass of white wine and took it and the book she was currently reading and sat down at her balcony table to read. As the sun moved down between the other apartment blocks and the light began to fade she felt her usual sense of anticipation mount. She closed her book, sipped the last few mouthfuls of the now warm wine and took in her view. Apartment blocks, of varying heights was what she could see, not very inspiring but for her it was the best view in the world! Especially now as it became dark and the warm glow of lights from the many windows brought the cold stone blocks to life. She went into the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine and from a drawer took out a worn brown leather case.
Settling herself once more at her table she opened the case and took out her binoculars. Her heart skipped a beat as she raised them to her eyes and began to scan her surroundings. She laughed when she thought about herself as a peeping Jill but that is what she was! Once or twice a week she would do this – scan the lit windows of her neighbours and peep into their lives. Mostly she spied only the day to day humdrum of their lives – eating, sleeping, watching TV, arguing, chatting or dancing. She enjoyed this – she liked to see people living their ordinary lives. Occasionally though she caught them doing more private things and it was at these times that she enjoyed herself the most. She may see the plump blonde undressing for bed or the grey haired man who liked to masturbate over his porno mags or she may see the numerous couples who fucked each other unaware that they were being watched. It was at these times with binoculars to her eyes that she would loosen her robe, open her legs and pleasure herself right there on the balcony. It gave her such a thrill (and such intense orgasms!) that she never thought about it being wrong or wicked - after all who was she harming?
Tonight was an ordinary night so far, so she kept her robe closed and continued to scan. She was torn from her vigil by the ringing of the phone. She went to the living room to answer it. 'Hi,' she said into the mouth piece.
'Hi,' a woman' s voice answered, 'Molly I know what you are doing.'
'What do you mean? Who is this?' Molly felt her stomach lurch.
'You know exactly what I mean, Molly, and if you don' t want your dirty little secret to come out then make your way to the elevator right now and press level 10.'
'I have no idea what you are talking about and if you.....'
'Molly!' the woman barked down the phone, 'Do it now and do not get dressed!'
With that the phone went dead. Molly was in a panic! Who was that? What should she do? God she had been caught! Well the woman obviously knew who she was and where she lived so ignoring it was not an option. She would do what this woman asked and perhaps she could bargain with her.
Molly crept quietly from her door to the elevator praying that no one saw her. Thankfully the elevator was empty and she pressed the button marked '10' . Her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry but she convinced herself that she could talk her way out of this! The doors opened with a 'ping' and there was the woman she had seen earlier.
'Oh!' Molly gasped.
'Hello, Molly. Come with me quietly and I promise that I am not going to hurt you.'
The woman took a step forward and before Molly knew what was happening the woman had snapped a handcuff around her right wrist.
'What the...!' Molly began.
'Be quiet!' the woman hissed and turned Molly around and fastened the left cuff so that her arms were behind her back. 'This way!' and the woman steered Molly towards an open door. Once they were in the apartment they moved into the living room and Molly saw a small wooden chair placed in front of a set of open balcony doors.
'Let me help you sit down, Molly. And by the way my name is Mistress.' Mistress helped her on to the chair making sure her tethered arms were over the back. Molly' s brain was buzzing – she just couldn' t work out what was going on.
'Listen,' she said. ' I' m not quite sure what you think you are doing but....'
'Molly,' Mistress cooed quietly, 'all will be revealed. Relax and believe me when I say I am not going to hurt you but I just thought it was time we had a little chat.'
Mistress moved onto the balcony and lit a cigarette, then placed it in an ashtray and began to unbutton her blouse. She laughed at the shocked look on Molly' s face.
'My dear, don' t look so shocked. I know what you do! I know what you like! Look at this as a gift. You like to watch? Ok well watch!'
She took off her blouse and underneath she was wearing a black leather basque which pushed her large breasts into two luscious round globes. So that was how she got those curves, Molly thought! She then undid the zip on her skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She was wearing black stockings and no panties! Her pussy was shaven and smooth and Molly could not take her eyes off it! Molly felt her clit jump uncontrollably and she could feel the wetness oozing from between her legs.
Mistress continued to smoke and talk to Molly.
'So do you like what you see? Oh I' m sure you do! I' m sure this is much more exciting than anything you have seen out there.'
