I was 22, and I had just moved to New York City. For the first few weeks, while I looked for a place of my own, my friends Kevin and Anna were kind enough to let me stay at their apartment. They had a five floor walk-up on Manhattans upper west side, with a comfortable old couch that I could sleep on.
Kevin and Anna both worked during the day, so I had the place to myself during the days. I got into the habit of lounging around all morning, then going out in the afternoon to look for apartments and to try and find a job.
I'd been in the city two weeks. My friends were great about letting me stay in their place; they said I was welcome as long as I needed to; but I still felt uncomfortable living in someone else's space. I couldn't believe how hard it was to find an apartment here; and how expensive rent was. I didn't have any leads on a job either, and I felt oppressed by the noise and crowds of the city. I was starting to think that moving here had been a huge mistake, and that I should get a bus ticket back to Ohio.
It was about 11 in the morning, and I was walking around in the apartment wearing nothing but a pair of panties. I'd made a pot of coffee, and I was on my way back to the couch to drink a cup and scan the Voice classifieds when I noticed her.
I've never been the type to turn heads on the street or stop traffic; you'd better love me for my personality. I am tall (almost 6'1"); my breasts are on the small side; and my hips are on the wide side. I wear glasses. You could describe me as plain, though I might prefer "bookish" or "nerdy".
Anyway, there she was, framed in the window of the apartment across the alley: a blonde girl, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old, watching me, with my boobs hanging out and a cup of coffee in one hand. I hadn't even brushed my hair yet. She was slim, with long blonde hair, a pale complexion, and a large bust barely confined underneath her white t-shirt. She was about 20 feet away, staring intently at me through her window.
We made eye contact, and I confess I blushed. I didn't know how to react. After a second, I kept walking, over to the couch, where I sat down to drink my coffee. I was rattled by the experience. I tried to read the apartment listings, but I couldn't concentrate. I don't consider myself a prude, but I was shaken that a stranger had just seen me half naked. I often walked around the apartment topless when my hosts weren't home. I wondered how often the girl across the alley had seen me. She was obviously pretty, beautiful even. I wasn't used to being looked at like that; not by strangers certainly.
I tried to let it go, but it wouldn't let go. I finished my coffee. I wanted to get a second cup. I wondered if she was still there in the window. I thought about covering up, putting on a shirt. I decided not to.
I got up and went back across the living room. I noticed that my nipples were hardening, and I felt a familiar warm tingling in my clitoris. It had been a long time since I had been touched. I stopped in front of the window.
She was still there. We made eye contact for a second. I blushed again, bright red I'm sure, but she didn't look away. I swear I could feel her eyes traveling over my body. I felt like a stripper or a centerfold or something. I don't know what came over me; I reached up and tweaked my nipples, pinching and twisting them. It felt really nice. I moved my hands away, showing her the results of my handiwork; my nipples were pink and erect. I thought I saw the tiniest little smile play across her face. Then I lost my nerve. I ran back to the couch, safely out of sight of the living room window. I realized that my pussy was wet. I mean really wet. I hadn't been touching myself since I had been here; there was too much stress, and I felt weird about masturbating in my friends place. Now I pulled my panties down, and got myself off right there on the couch; on my knees with my tits hanging down and my ass in the air, rubbing my clit till I came explosively, imagining the pretty blonde girl taking me from behind.
The next time I walked across the living room, she was gone. I was a little disappointed. But I had to get dressed and start my day anyway. I looked across the alley several times before I went out, but I didn't catch another glimpse of her.
I had no luck apartment and job searching that day. By the time I got home, it was almost dark, and I was exhausted. Anna and Kevin had kind words for me; it was hard to get started in the city, something would come up, I just had to be patient. Across the alley, I could see that a blind had been drawn, covering the neighbors window. I fell asleep early and had dark and confusing dreams.
When I woke up, Kevin and Anna were already at work. They had left a full pot of coffee, half a tray of rice crispy treats, and a note that had encouraging words on it. I stood in the kitchen, drinking my coffee, eating a rice crispy treat and read their note. 'Don't give up' it said 'Remember, you can make it here, you can do this. Don't let it get you down, it just takes time.'
I felt a little better after reading their note. Then I remembered the girl in the window. I wondered if the blind was still down. A cup of coffee in one hand, a rice crispy treat in the other, my breasts hanging free, wearing nothing but my cotton pajama bottoms, I walked over to the living room window to see. The blind was gone, allowing me to see into the neighbors' living room, but the blonde girl wasn't there. Had I imagined her? I put my coffee and my breakfast down, and went to the bathroom to pee and to take care of my hair.
