I came home from work frustrated and tired. It had been a long day. Work sucked. My boss was an asshole and since I was still so new, I hadn't made any friends in the office yet so there was no one to commiserate with when I got yelled at over inconsequential nothings. The days were longer without someone to gripe with or laugh with over lunch.
My apartment wasn't very big, but I lived pretty much alone so I didn't need all that much room. I kicked off my shoes in the little linoleum square in front of my door that I generously termed 'foyer' and hung my jacket on a hanger in the microscopic coat closet. My purse was tossed onto the kitchen table and I turned to start down the hallway.
As I went I started shedding clothes. First went the button up blouse, a delicate cream affair with a pretty scooping neckline, followed closely by the hunter green skirt. I didn't wear pantyhose. I'd never been a hose kind of girl, but the office dress code frowned upon bare legs, so I wore a garter belt with stockings. I had several such things, all in separate colors. Today's was cream to match the bra and panties I wore to work.
I strode into the bedroom in my stockings and undergarments, pausing briefly to bend over and feed my fish. I have a huge saltwater tank, fully decked out with coral and brilliant fish. I loved the little things, and they were pets that my landlady didn't care if I kept.
My bedroom was probably the nicest part of the apartment. It was huge, bigger than the living room or the office. It was a corner room, possessing four windows on two walls. The windows went from mid-shin to head height, spanning a full three feet across apiece. I had managed to snag an apartment with western and southern exposures, ensuring that no early morning sunbeams woke me earlier than I wanted to rise. My king-sized bed and large cherry wood furniture fit into the room with plenty of space to spare.
But it wasn't for the fish or the bed that I had come to my bedroom for.
A mischievous grin tugged the corners of my mouth and I peeked out the blinds. Yep, sure enough, my audience was waiting.
I'd been living in the apartment for nearly three weeks before I realized that there were peeping toms who watched me every day I came home from work and walked around in my underwear to relax at the end of a bad day. When I found out, I bought the blinds. I'd never seen a male so crushed as I did on that first day, so after that, I figured 'What's the harm?' and acted as if I still didn't know.
I raised the blinds on the western side, the side with my admirers, and pretended to turn around and check on my fish again. In reality, I was checking the mirror. Far into the reflected distance, I could see the pair of young men eagerly jostle one another to get close to their window. They pressed themselves to the glass, ogling my wiggling bottom. I giggled at their antics. Tension I hadn't realized I had carried home from the office melted away. I'd been putting on a pretty innocent show for the boys for a while.
Maybe I should step it up a bit.
I stood, stretched, turning in a circle. I stepped to the entertainment system and popped a movie into the player. It was a porno. I have a stronger sex drive than most, and masturbation was something I did as often as brushing my teeth. Pornos were pretty good generic food for my erotic daydreams.
The boys, of course, could not see what I was watching, just that I had put a disk in.
I raised my arms over my head again, running my hands slowly over my body on their way down. The video was starting already. An hour and a half of nothing but people fucking each other for no reason other than the hedonistic pleasure of fucking till you pass out.
I was already getting a little wet from the noises.
Slowly, very slowly, keeping my eyes on the guys in the mirror, I unclasped my bra. Their jaws dropped when I took it off, dropping it to the floor. I faced the window and stretched my arms up and out. I reached up and cupped my boobs. They were kind of heavy, and there was more than I cold hold in each hand. I rolled my nipples with my fingertips, letting my head fall back and moaning with the pleasure of it.
I grabbed a small bottle of flavored body oil that could double as lube and sprinkled some over my breasts. Rubbing it in released the musk of my body, heightening my arousal as I massaged my tits, squeezing and rolling the hard tips of my breasts over and over.
Opening my eyes, I could see that the guys both had their hands in their pants, hands working furiously. I smiled, looking straight at them.
A terrible urge came over me.
I needed to be fucked, and I needed it now.
I stared at the peeping toms long enough that they knew I could see them. Their hands stilled, and I could see the blood rushing to their faces. In response, I pressed my tits against the cold glass of my window, rubbing them around, moaning, and rubbing my crotch with one hand. The other I raised and beckoned to them.
They stood there dumbly for a few minutes, and then vanished into their room.
I stepped back from the window, wondering if they would really have the guts to come over, or if I had just scared them away.
There was a quick knock at my door.
I smiled.
I answered it, as I was, with my tits hanging free and gleaming with oil. They stared at my bare boobs, entranced by the dark nipples swaying with my every breath. I invited them in, and they numbly shuffled through the doorway. I closed the door, pointing to a spot for their shoes, and they obediently slipped them off.
One quickly regained his wits and followed me back to the bedroom. The second trailed after, still in shock I think.
As soon as I stepped into the room, the first, a brunette with green eyes, reached around me and grabbed my tits. He squeezed, a little harder than needed, but I moaned for him anyway. It felt so good to have someone else touching me, to have them pinch my nipples, pulling on them, rolling the hard tips between rough fingertips.
I liked it rough. Nothing made me cum harder than a good hard fuck, fast and furious. I was hair triggered that way. These guys were young, barely into their twenties. The second one, the blonde with brown eyes, he looked maybe twenty-one. The one playing with my tits was maybe the same age, maybe a little older. They could be brothers, or close friends. And here I was at nearly thirty, seducing them to satisfy my urge for a good fuck.
I didn't care about their relationship or age, I just needed cock, and I needed it now.
I turned around and faced the brunette. He immediately locked his mouth onto my left breast, sucking the nipple hard and flicking it with his tongue. My pussy clenched, wetness dripping down my inner thigh.
I moaned and held his head to my tit, backing toward the bed. The blonde had finally freed himself from his stupor and stripped off his shirt and pants when I beckoned him. His erection was tenting his boxers. He was nervous, but clearly the horniness won out. I pulled him onto the bed, getting him to lay on his side so I could lie on my back, and I tugged down his boxers to free up his cock. He was long, fat headed and thin shafted, with a prominent vein.
