So there I was, some thirty floors above ground level, my knees knocking together nervously as I balanced precariously on a rickety old work lift cleaning office windows. Not the ideal job for someone who doesn't enjoy heights or the picturesque view of the sprawling city, but a job's a job. And after me spending two-months tracking, hunting and finally landing a date with the beautiful Mary-Beth (a high-maintenance, career-minded chick who expected to be treated like a Princess) it was in my best interest to get some money together. The two guys I was working with thought it best if I broke my cherry by descending the first five floors myself; just me, my bucket and my squeegee, shakily washing, rinsing and then wiping clean the twenty-five office windows whilst blowing in the wind, as the song goes. I could imagine them giggling like school children on the roof above me as they occasionally gave the safety rails a kick or two, thinking themselves fucking hilarious, this ritual passed down to all the new guys. Bastards.
As I swung the lift over to the second from the right office window, been careful not to over-extend myself or slip and fall to my doom, I soaped my squeegee and prepared to splash the window. Once you peer into one office room you've pretty much seen them all, and besides, fifty feet in the air is not the ideal time for furniture shopping. So, a freezing, dripping, soapy squeegee in hand, I was about to smear the double-glazed window with it when something caught my eye, forcing me to drop the squeegee, it landing by my boots with a wet thud.
Before me was a sight not just for sore eyes, but some thirty floors up an unexpected sight indeed; a big breasted, gorgeous young woman, kneeling on the office desk, some lucky dude in an open shirt and flopping tie behind her banging the ass off of her! Whether she was his secretary and he her boss, or the other way round I had no idea, but Jesus, what a spectacle! She was still half-dressed, meaning her gorgeous titties had popped out of her black, lacy bra, her white blouse opened down to her navel. Her black skirt was raised above her hips, her panties thrown across the desk. She was dressed in black stockings, with suspenders streaking up her tanned thighs. Her auburn hair bounced to and fro as the office stud hammered her from behind, her beauteous breasts swayed hypnotically from the round grip of her bra.
Pretty fucking cool, eh? My own peepshow, and no jackass jerking off behind me, either. Just gazing into her slutty face, sticky red lips pursed in an 'Oh' of pleasure, she clawing the papers in front of her, occasionally glancing back at him over her shoulder made my cock hard. Yeah, even all the way up there.
And then the office stud saw me, he pointing me out to his office slut. He went to quit, but she ordered him not to. Perhaps she got off on being watched, who knows, but she waved at me and blew me a kiss, tits wobbling, ass pounded, she then smiling saucily in my direction. Because the merry couple was close to the window I was happening to be cleaning, office slut decided to have a little fun with me. She stretched out her tongue, it almost touching the glass, flicked it through her lips and, lifting one of her hands off the desk pretended to she was puling on a cock.
Did she mean mine, I wondered? I pressed my growing erection to the window; office slut then motioned with her tongue to lick it, as if my prick was in full view of her face. Well, it was, just a damn annoying double-glazing piece of glass dividing us. What a horny slut, I smirked, and when she mouthed to me to "Take it out!" I could hardly refuse, could I?
