cheers, Braless.

He seemed to be playing XBox or Playstation or one of those silly computer games that men without a girlfriend spend too much time on. His television was on the same wall as the large living room window. ‘Well, Mr. A.,’ Valerie thought, ‘we’ll see if your game can compete with this.’

Slowly, her heart starting to beat wildly as she had never done this before, she drew the curtains and stood in the open window, the breeze fluttering through her short hair, cooling her pussy. She was fully exposed. She was wet. And Mr. Fillmore didn’t notice.

She began to touch herself, one hand fingering her cunt, the other rolling her nipples. The excitement, the possibility that someone might see, had her very, very moist. She could feel her cunt engorge. She ran a wet finger up her stomach, around her perky belly button, pinched a nipple.

Still nothing from across the quad.

She paused, and looked out. She wondered how many people were home. It was Saturday afternoon; maybe most people in the apartment building were out, seeking relief from the heat in a movie theater, or shopping mall, or the frozen food section of the local A&P. She didn’t see anyone in any of the other windows.

She turned back to her room and found her purse, looking for her keys. Her mom had given her a rape whistle when she moved into the city a few years ago, which she thankfully had never needed to use. ‘If my mom only knew how I’m going to use it now,’ she thought.

She pulled her keys and the whistle from her purse and walked back to the window. She turned around, spread her legs, and blew like hell. ‘Mr. Fillmore must have heard that over the noise of shooting some alien,’ she thought. She wanted to turn to see if he had noticed. But at the same time, she was scared to turn. What if he did look, but wasn’t interested? What if he did look, and WAS interested?

Slowly, slowly she turned her head. ‘Oh, my god!’ she thought, he’s looking. ‘What do I do next?’

She began caressing her breasts, fingering her pussy, as she rotated in front of the window. He was looking straight at her, but clearly did not know what to do. She continued to seek pleasure with her fingers. This was hot. THIS was Steamy! She could feel his eyes lapping up her body. She spread her legs wider, and pushed two fingers into her cunt. The pleasure made her wimper a small scream. He had stood up. He now knew that she knew he was there.

All of a sudden, she came. The wave of her orgasm spasming over her body. ‘Damn!’ she said. ‘That was too fast.’

Now that she had climaxed, she was suddenly shy. What the hell was she thinking, putting herself on display for a strange man? Her heart was racing. Quickly she crouched down and pulled the curtain shut, and crawled back into bed.

She slowed her breathing, and a few minutes later her heart stopped pounding through chest. She returned to Dickens, shaking her head.

Suddenly the buzzer rang, making her jump. ‘Oh, no!’ She thought. ‘He’s found out my apartment and has come for more.’ She went to her door, and looked through the peep hole. It WASN’T him. It was the very beautiful woman who lived next door to him! ‘What was this about?’ she wondered. And she was in a short skirt and a triangle bikini! She slowly opened the door. Her neighbor pushed inside, dropping her bikini as she came in.

Fab read.

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Miss Virginia Prude

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Miss V