When the phone rang and Phylicia saw who was calling, she beamed. "What time should I pick you up, Sweetie?" It had been so long since she'd had seen Riley, her excitement was off the charts. She wasn't just counting days, she had a timer on her desk that displayed hours, minutes and seconds.
"Sorry, Baby. Business." The voice on the other end was disappointingly upbeat. No regret or sadness about their time apart being extended. "You know how it is. I'll make it up to you. I promise."
Her heart sank. "Sure. I understand. It's not like I had anything special planned," she lied, thinking of the expensive champagne chilling in the refrigerator, the sassy black nightie she got for the occasion, and the new vibrator in her nightstand. "But I really want to talk to you about what my boss said to me today. It was terr—"
"I'd love to, Baby. But another time. I'm slammed. Still at the office working on this deal. You know how important it is. I'll call. I promise. Love you." [click]
As she looked at the phone, a tear ran down her cheek. Stunned and downcast, she curled up on the sofa and hugged a pillow. After 15 minutes in the fetal position and another 30 staring at the ceiling feeling sorry for herself, she sighed and told herself to be more understanding. 'It's just an unusually busy stretch. Everything will be back to normal after Riley puts this deal together.'
Dragging herself off the white leather couch, she decided to finally play with the telescope she'd purchased six months ago. She'd bought it mainly as a decoration. That spot in the room had cried out for something big, and she'd stumbled across the gleaming brass telescope at a house sale.
To be honest, however, that wasn't the only reason she'd bought it. She lived opposite a series of glass towers, and she was curious about her neighbors.
As she casually scanned the windows, she—
'Quick go back! Is that—?'
She adjusted the knob on the side of the metal tube until the pink blur snapped into focus. It was two women making love in a shower. They were locked in a loving embrace, kissing passionately. One woman then bent down and took the other's nipple in her mouth—which caused her partner's knees to buckle. The two looked at each other and giggled. She was in awe at how beautiful the couple was and how sexy the scene was. She closed her eyes and pictured her and Riley doing the same thing. She loved the dampness between her legs. Unfortunately, the thrill of forbidden pleasure got swept away by a wave of guilt. She obediently aimed her eyeglass at the adjoining apartment, where a white cat was sunning itself by the window.
When she'd moved into the building and noticed the glass walls in her view, she adopted a commonsense rule. Everyone living in apartments like that knew the risks of being seen. Open curtains, then, meant the inhabitants didn't mind that aspect of their lives being watched. Maybe they were actually exhibitionists. Besides, whatever she could glimpse from so far away was so blurry and ill-defined, what she saw was more a tease.
But that was before she'd had a high-powered telescope. In her quick look at the pair in the shower, she saw wonderful details. Hands desperately exploring bodies. A hard, chocolate brown nipple being teased by a pink tongue. Faces flushed with joy and desire. She struggled against the temptation to go back.
After checking out other windows for a few minutes, however, she realized that none of the bathrooms in that building had windows. How could she see the sexy pair in the shower? Unable to let it go, she took a second look. It turned out that what she was looking at was a mirror that reflected a view of the apartment's bathroom. The two women making love in the shower. Gloriously naked. Lovingly lathering one another up. Hugging. Kissing. Pleasuring every inch of their beautiful flesh with their hands and lips.
