It was my second night house sitting for friends of Dad, actually they were just letting me use the place. Their townhouse is on the 48th floor, the top one, with floor to ceiling windows along one side of the living room. Oh it isn't the tallest building in the neighborhood, not anymore. The one across the street has 60 floors and a new one was being built next to it that will be 65. Dad's friend and his wife are spending the summer in the south of France at one of their 'other' homes.
Work, the first day there, had gone well. At least I hadn't been fired. Just out of college at a prestigious university in a small town, I was just a little wet behind the ears. I knew it too. Never a wild child, I felt I had my head screwed on my shoulder pretty well. I thought of myself as pretty, some had said beautiful, but compared to some of the women at work, I felt like an ugly duckling.
The lights of the city filled the darkened living room as I walked across the tile floor, across the large Oriental carpets. The carpets were a stark contrast to the cold tile for my bare feet. I would stop and just feel the smooth 100 year old material, wiggle my toes, twist my feet, against it. I had found the wine closet and it was filled with lots of nice vintage bottles. They had told me all the good ones were put away in a second cabinet and I could help myself to these. If these were the 'cheap' bottles, I could not imagine what the others were like. A glass of Merlot in my hand, I was heading towards a soft leather chair to relax.
As I lowered myself, my not so long night shirt rode up so the cool leather of the chair pressed against my bare bottom. I stretched my long legs out and rested my feet on the marble top of the low table. Oh the good life. I sipped my wine and just gazed out the windows, not really focusing on anything. Just letting my mind drift.
It wasn't very late when I put my empty glass on the table, but when I woke up, still in the chair, it was about 11:30. Startled, I looked around and soon realized where I was. I still forget. A finger rested between my legs, I was a mess. Must have masturbated, must have cum, while I was asleep. Don't remember that, did it feel good?
With the lights off, I felt 'safe' that people in the other building could not see me. What did I know? Some motion in a living room across the street caught my attention. Much like this place; big tall windows, no drapes, I watched a woman walking around. I wasn't blind and it didn't take a telescope to see she was pretty. She was wearing on some kind of short robe. As she moved, the front would open some, then close. Looked like she had a nice body.
I watched and let my mind fill in some of the details while I let my finger work its wonders over my clit. I would close my eyes, imagine, then glance up for a quick shot of reality. Both the fantasy and the reality were very enjoyable. On one glance, I found her pressed against the window, her robe now gone, her hand between her legs. Oh my God was she so lovely. I was enthralled with the way her breasts were flattened against the glass, her nipples pushed back into the soft mounds of flesh. She kissed the glass, her lips parted a little as if someone's tongue was buried between them. My fingers pulled my pussy lips far apart as if showing just her the pink skin inside. If she wanted her tongue there, I was ready.
My orgasm finished, I rested my arm on the back of the chair. She waked away. The timing was interesting. Did she put on a show just for me? I didn't think she could see me. The lights went out in her place and I went to bed. The dreams were vivid and the morning came far too soon.
I walked by the Red Flame, a popular breakfast and lunch place near the huge office building where I was working. It seemed to have a momentary lull from it usual mob scene, so I turned back. A stool at the counter was empty and I sat down. Men on either side of me were drinking coffee and reading the Wall Street Journal. Everyone was dressed nicely, seemed to be expected for working in this town. No casual dress unless you were a bike messenger or other delivery kind of service worker. A cup of coffee rested in my hand, did I ever need a cup this morning, while I waited for my eggs and toast. Neither man seemed to notice me the whole time I was there. I left and they were still reading their papers. I didn't think I was that unattractive.
"Hi Cindy!" It was Janice, the bubbling receptionist. She knew everyone, all 731 of us. I didn't know how she did it. There were days I couldn't even remember my name. Just an intern, all I had was a cubical in the middle of a large floor. Around the edges were the offices of the big shots and people that made the real money for the company. I pictured most of them having the kind of money the people that owned where I was living to have. Not just men either. I would guess maybe 20 percent of them were women. Some real knock outs too. I didn't think of myself as a gold digger, but sure wouldn't scream harassment if any of them touched my ass. Made my pussy drip just to think about it.
"Shit!" I hoped I'd not said that too loud as I realized what I'd just said.
"You okay Cindy?" A voice from the next cubical.
"Yeah. Just found 343 emails in my inbox."
"That's nothing. I had 976 this morning. It'll take until lunch just to find the important ones."
My phone rang off the hook. My boss kept dropping file folders on my desk with Post-its on each letting me know when it should be finished.
That evening as I walked the 10 blocks home, I passed the hundreds of camera stores in the area, all looking like the last one. Must have been the 15th one when I stopped and looked in the window.
A man that didn't speak good English stood in the door. "Want something in particular? Those are nice binoculars you're looking at. Come in. Let me show you."
He placed a pair on a padded mat in front of me. "7 x 50. Lightweight. Good for sporting events, hunting."
Did he read my mind? I guess that summed up last night pretty well. Specially the 'hunting' part. Well I guess even the sporting events.
I looked out the door at the store window across the street. I could see the customers at the cash register very well. Nice boobs on that one. Hey lady, I have room in my bed.
I fingered the price tag. $89.95
"This the best price you can do?"
"For the lovely lady, $75."
I put my fingers over the edge of the fabric covering my breasts revealing a little more.
"Okay, okay. $69. My best offer."
"I'll take it." Being a woman could have its advantages. Hated to do that, but at times I enjoyed exposing a little skin to a stranger.
The bag with the binoculars swung by my purse as I walked out the store. I'll be able to see those nipples tonight, hell, with these even the drops down her thigh. Speaking of drops down the thigh ...
I looked at people around me as I walked. In front of me, a tight black skirt outlined a shapely set of hips. Bet they'd feel nice against my mouth. They moved, wiggled, jiggled, back and forth as her legs, covered in shear nylon, her feet encased in high heals, propelled her forward. An old lady with a sign held a can and leaned against a wall. The woman with the hips, probably worth millions, slipped a buck into the can without even looking at her. I remembered a five from lunch and started to put it in the can. The old lady grabbed it and put it in her pocked. I smiled knowing she was trying to make it appear she didn't have much in the can. I was almost glad when the hips went a different direction at the next light.
"Good evening Ms Barton." Frank the doorman addressed every resident by name and tipped his hat.
I walked thru the door he held open for me. "You're looking too good Frank, may have to take my heart medicine again."
"Thanks Ms Barton." Frank was a dirty old man and I knew he jump my bones if I were to give him half a chance. No way. Not in this lifetime.
Quickly changed into just a long t-shirt and pulled a Corona from the fridge. I sucked half down in one gulp. Sometimes a beer is required, like after a long walk on a hot afternoon. In here, it was always a comfortable 70.
I sat in 'my' chair and took the binoculars out of the box. There was 20 times more packing than the size of them. Gag me. I looked at the neighboring buildings. Wow! Things were like an arms distance away. There was an old woman putting her groceries away; a middle age man hanging his suit up, his closet looked sinfully neat, probably with all the colors grouped together; a nice couple kissing. I watched them for a moment to see if it might get more steamy.
Her hand stroked the front of his pants. His rubbed his over her hips. Their mouths still locked together. She unzipped him and pulled out his cock. His hand unbuttoned her blouse and exposed a bare breast. She began to jerk him off. My fingers flicked my clit like a light switch in a power failure. I almost dropped the binoculars. As I found the window again, they were gone. Fuck! That was hot watching them. I finally had a small orgasm. Needed to save my clit for latter.
Another beer, a small dinner. I fell asleep in my chair. I woke up and it was 2:30. Her apartment was dark.
Leaving work on the crowded elevator, I heard a voice. "Missed you last night." It didn't register that it was directed at me and I stepped into the lobby as the doors opened.
