Her breathing had just started to quicken when Sarah jolted herself back to her surroundings. She'd headed out to her balcony to lounge in the warm spring air, and after a few moments of feeling the breeze waft over her, a slow, liquid desire started to build. Sarah slowly tugged at the knot on her belt and let her robe slide open. The left edge caught on her peaking nipple, but the right side slipped completely off. She raised her right hand, crossing it over her body and skated her fingertips lightly over her nipple. Done with subtlety, Sarah pulled her robe completely open and massaged her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, her palms abrading the pebble hard tips of her nipples. The breeze drifted over her, tickling her flesh and teasing the pussy now on display between her spread legs. She could already feel liquid pooling between her thighs. She let a hand drift down, skimming her stomach, briefly tangling in the trimmed springy chestnut hair of her cunt. Then, unable to delay gratification any longer, she dipped her middle finger into her own wetness, drawing it up, coating her labia and clit.
The wind felt cool against the heat and the wet, and Sarah thrust her hips a little, almost as though she wanted to fuck the wind itself. Her left hand continued to tease her nipples, while the right was drawn through her folds, up to her clit where it settled in a light circular motion. And that's when she snapped her eyes open.
Mark had wandered out onto the balcony of his new apartment to drink a cup of coffee and ease into his day. He'd never expected to be greeted with a naked woman on a neighboring balcony. But there she was, opening her robe and touching her tits. His reaction was immediate; Mark's cock swiftly went hard, tenting the homely cotton pajama bottoms he wore. He mimicked the woman as she teased her nipple over the fabric of her robe by rubbing his dick through the cloth of his pants. The pressure and abrasion, combined with the sheer surprise of the moment, were almost unbearable. Fascinated, he watched her hand as it slipped down her body, zeroing in on the pink pussy he could see glistening from here. He jerked down the waistband of his pants and firmly grasped his cock and began lazily stoking himself in the same rhythm the woman used on her clit. Then her finger stopped and her eyes flew open.
Sarah locked eyes with the man standing on the balcony one floor over and up from hers. The balcony belonging to the apartment that had been empty for over a year. The balcony that had never once been occupied, including all the times she'd sunbathed nude, and even the time she'd been fucked from behind while grasping the railing. Even in her embarrassment, she couldn't help but drop her gaze to the fist-enclosed cock.
Shocked, turned on and humiliated, Sarah jerked her robe closed, stood up and fled into her apartment. She could still feel the blood pounding in her engorged pussy, and every movement she made illustrated how wet she still was. Ignoring her unfulfilled orgasm, she dressed quickly and escaped the building, running errands and generally trying to forget the entire incident had ever happened. But she couldn't, just as her body couldn't let her forget how desperately it wanted to come.
When she returned home that evening, Sarah retreated into her bedroom, stripped, threw herself onto her bed and dug out a vibrator, determined on getting some quick relief. But every time she rubbed it over her aching clit, her mind's eye recreated the scene from that morning, and she couldn't focus. After numerous stop and start attempts to masturbate throughout the evening, she decided the only way to get over the incident was to introduce herself to the neighbor and confront the issue in such a way as to put it behind them.
Twenty minutes later, Sarah stood outside the door to the man's apartment and knocked. Her heart pounded as she heard footsteps and she took a deep breath as the door swung open.
If Mark had been astonished this morning, it was nothing to the shock he experienced now. He opened his door to find the woman from this morning standing on his threshold. Close-up, she was stunning. Fair skin, wavy dark brown hair and... his catalogue of her attributes was cut off when, before he could even say hello, she once again untied her robe, displaying her naked body. Through the shock he took in her flared hips, long legs and full breasts with dark rose nipples. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, when she raised her hand to his lips and then sauntered into his place.
Sarah slid the robe over her shoulders, letting it flutter to the ground behind her as she walked purposefully toward the couch she spied in the living area. Somewhere between her determination to meet her peeping neighbor and actually walking upstairs, the seed of an idea had grown in her head. Even in the midst of her raging desire, Sarah could still hardly believe she was executing this insanity. But, she was in it now and her new neighbor didn't seem to object. As she reclined on the couch, rubbing her bare ass against the ultrasuede as she settled into a comfortable position, Sarah noted he was staring at her with a combination of awe and delight. She could almost hear him composing the "Dear Penthouse Forum" letter in his head, but at this point, she was too committed, and too turned on, to stop.