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Sequel to "Through My Hotel Window"
I had just returned to my desk from the cafeteria after lunch when my boss called me into his office. We often had conversations about how to plan and execute tasks on the company servers. I'm a consultant and have been doing computer work for a long time, so while my boss is technically in charge of me, he values my opinions and experience.
"Hank," Alan said as I entered, "our corporate auditor would like to have a meeting with us next week."
"I figured it had to be soon," I replied. "It's been a year, so it's due. What day does Mr. Stangle want to meet? This way I can clear my calendar for a week or so to get him good information."
"Old Jim retired earlier this year. They've hired someone new to do the computer auditing. I want you to go up to the eighth floor, find out who it is and see if you can get a preview of what he'll want from us."
"You got it, Alan," I said, turning and walking out of his office.
I have often met with the rest of the auditing staff who do the financial side of the house. We extract data from our systems for them to send to states and the Feds. So, I'm very familiar with the people in the auditing department on the eighth floor. The elevator rose quickly from the third to the eighth floor and I turned into the area where the auditor's work.
Approaching one of the assistants near to where Mr. Stangle's office used to be, I said, "Afternoon, Kathy. Can you tell me who the new computer system auditor is? We're suppose to meet with him next week and I'd like to be ready with the information he wants."
"Afternoon, Hank," Kathy replied. "The auditor isn't a he, she's a she, and her name is Amanda Blake. How did you know I was assigned to be her assistant?"
"I didn't. You are?"
"Yep. This is her office right here and if you'll give me a minute, I'll see if she has some time to talk with you."
Kathy knocked on her boss's door and after hearing the okay, went in and shut the door behind her. She was in there for a good five minutes before the door opened and she motioned for me to go in. Kathy left Ms. Blake's office and shut the door behind her as I walked to the woman's desk. Her head was down and it was obvious that she was reading something with a lot of concentration.
All in one motion, she took off her reading glasses, stood behind her desk, pushing the chair backwards, put out her hand and said, "I understand you're Hank from IT. I'm Amanda Blake. Nice to meet you."
I took her hand in a suitable gentle grip and raised my eyes to hers. I was about to say how nice it was to meet her and how good it was going to be to work together, when what came out of my mouth instead was, "Holy shit!"
Standing across the desk from me was the beautiful and very well put together woman from the window across from mine at the hotel. Her hand continued to hold mine as she looked into my eyes and I could see recognition dawn on her, too.
I managed to recover just a little and get out the words, "It's very nice to meet you too," before having to swallow very hard.
What exactly she was thinking, I don't know. What I do know is that she did not let go of my hand, and I really did not want to let go of hers.
"Hank, I've been pouring over the audits from the past few years and your name is all through them. I have to tell you that I respect your work and how thorough you are. I've never seen an audit this clean before and my predecessor was very thorough."
"Thanks," I muttered waiting for the "but" to come.
Letting go of my hand, she walked out from behind her desk and motioned for me to sit in one of a pair of facing chairs. She sat across from me and I noticed her beautifully shaped bare calves as she crossed her legs. Her knees were only inches from mine. She wore a blue silk blouse with two buttons undone at the top. The third was slightly strained by her ample bosom. Below that, she wore what appeared to be a cotton skirt that form fit her slender figure and ended just above her knees.
"Look," she said in a confidential tone, "you know I know it's you from the hotel, and I know you know it's me from the apartment building. I would like to say let's just forget it and start over, but there's just no way that I want to forget what I saw. I kept kicking myself the rest of last night that I didn't take a video on my phone. Stangle thought a lot of you, so I'm going to trust he knew what he was doing. Do you think we can work together effectively?"
"I'm sure we can," I said confidently. "All I did was relieve the stress from a long hard day in an effective manner. All you did was witness me do it, right?"
"Right," she said. "Let's talk about how we'll be conducting the audits from now on, shall we? You can let Alan know the particulars and we can set up our first review next week."
I agreed and we spent the next hour discussing what she wanted while I countered with what we could provide. Our talk went back and forth like that the entire time. Still seated, we again shook hands and, again, she held on for a long time.
"You know, Hank," she said, "you have a strong handshake and I like that in a colleague. What I also like is a man with strong hands that are soft at the same time."
"I do believe you've been a witness to that," I said.
"Yes, yes I was. I'm glad you came up here to meet with me and I'm looking forward to working with you and Alan in the future."
"I can't speak for Alan, but I do look forward to working with you, too."
"Do you work out at all?" she asked, abruptly changing the subject.
"Uh, not on a regular basis. Sometimes I'll use the workout room at the hotel or I'll go swimming in their pool. Why do you ask?"
"Do you swim the same way you sleep?"
I thought Amanda was being quite forward for being in a business environment, but decided to play along with whatever game she was initiating.
"Whenever I can, but I really can't do that at the hotel. The only time I did was over a year ago. I couldn't sleep one night and decided, at about three in the morning, to go for a swim. I slipped off my trunks and started to do laps. The night clerk came in, turned on the lights and told me to put my trunks back on. He said that the pool was monitored on closed circuit TV and that I really should not do it any more."
I smiled. "Three in the morning and the guy was worried that someone would see me. I thought about waiting until the clerk was a woman and trying again. But I felt too shy to go through with it."
Amanda laughed and said, "Are you kidding me? After your exhibition last night you want me to believe you would be too shy to swim naked in front of a woman?"
"What I did last night was new for me. No one has been at your windows for years. Besides, ”I continued, “I normally leave the sheer curtains drawn and I put the spare pillow in the window to block my neighbors from seeing my reflection in your building’s windows.”
“What about my neighbors? They can see your room just as well as I can and there are people already living in them.”
“Yours is the only apartment with a view of my bed. No one can look into my window and see what I’m doing except for you and your downstairs neighbors. And they can’t see me because of the pillows.”
“You checked all this out, huh?”
“Sure did.”
“Then why, if you’re so shy, did you open your sheer drapes and show yourself off to me last night?”
“Well, I saw you looking down at my window when my sheers were still drawn and all I had on was the TV. I, uh, are you sure you want me to answer that question here in the office? Maybe I can treat you to dinner and we can talk about it in a quiet corner of a restaurant.”
“No, I want to know and I’m going to be working through dinner tonight. I’ve already placed an order with one of my favorite take-outs and plan on a quiet dinner, by myself, working on my laptop. So,l et’s hear it, why me?”
“Okay. As I was saying, I saw you looking down and the thought of you, not you per se, but the thought of a woman seeing me rub myself got me so hard so fast that I decided to throw caution to the wind. So, I opened the sheers and eventually turned on the light so you could get a really good look. I take it from the kiss you blew to me that you liked what you saw. It that true?”
“So,” she said, not answering my question and seemingly taking on a hostile attitude, “the fact that you went all exhibitionist and jerked-off in your window last night wasn’t just for me, per se, but for any woman that I might have been? Just the fact that I’m a woman was enough to get you started?”
I decided honesty is the best policy and said, “Well, to be honest, from what I saw of you, I thought that you are a fit, very attractive woman who showed some interest in watching what I was doing and, yeah, it got me going pretty quickly. Now that I’ve answered your question, please answer mine. Did you like what you saw?”
Amanda smiled at me, stood up and said, “So much so that I was thinking about trying to figure out which room you were in and going to your room to help you out. Then I saw you finish and saw how productive you were. I spent the next half hour in a nice hot bath doing the same thing you did. If only I had taken a video. I told you I kicked myself the rest of the night.”
“Why didn’t you just start while I was doing my thing?” I asked.
“I can’t,” she said “Unlike your window, a lot of windows from your side can see into my apartment. If I could have I would have, but I’ve never been an exhibitionist and I don’t plan on starting now.”
“I wasn’t one either until last night. You’d be surprised how exciting it is.”
“Do you always cum that much?”
She was being very frank, so the least I could do was to be frank in return. “Not normally. Most of the time it’s less. You just got me so excited that it just all came out hard and fast. I’m glad you decided to watch.”
“So am I. Are you planning an encore tonight?”
This time I lied, saying, “I hadn’t thought about it. Are you asking me to?”
“Only if the mood strikes you. I’ll be at my window now and again,” she said reaching into a desk drawer. “Use this to communicate with me if you want.”
She handed me a white legal pad and a thick black magic marker. I took them, wondering why she wasn’t just trading phone numbers, but this seemed to be her game, so we’d go with her rules for the time being. I held the pad and pen in my left hand and extended my right to shake hands before leaving.
“I look forward to working with you and seeing a lot more of you in the future,” I said, trying my best to make the innuendo obscure enough to be either innocent if she wanted to take it that way, or suggestive enough to give her lewd and lascivious thoughts.
“I’m positive you will,” she said taking my hand in a firm grip.
She turned our hands so that the back of my hand was towards her. She then took a step closer to me and pressed my hand to her crotch. We were close enough to kiss, but she made no movement to seal our secret. Instead, she rubbed my hand against her for a few seconds and pressed her breast into my bicep.
“Think of me,” she said, “when you get back to your room. I’ll be thinking of you while I work at my table.”
“I will,” I said as she released my hand.
I turned to walk out of her office and then gave her a wink over my shoulder. Amanda smiled as she stood watching me open her door and leave.
I didn’t wait for that night to think about Amanda. Not that anything happened between our meeting and my going to my room, but the thought of her soft skin in my hand and the intimate way she touched me to herself kept my fires burning all day.
Late in the afternoon I got a text message on my company phone. The message was from Amanda’s company phone asking me if I had a personal smartphone. I texted back that I did and sent her the number. My personal phone then got a text message asking me if I used a personal email account. I sent her that address.
Amanda sent an email to my personal account, evidently from her personal account. The subject of the email was “To get you started.” I opened it and read, “Hope these help. Enjoy tonight, I know I intend to. Don’t open these if someone can see you. Amanda xoxo.”
Attached to the email were six image files.
Holding the phone close to my chest I began to open the image files. The first showed Amanda from the waist up with one arm extended in what appeared to be one of the bathroom stalls in the building. The only difference between this picture and how I had seen her earlier was that an additional two buttons of her blue silk blouse were undone and a prodigious portion of her ample cleavage was visible. If this is what she took six pictures of I was indeed going to get a good start later tonight. One thing was for sure, here was a lady who knew what she liked and did whatever it took to get the result she wanted.
I opened picture number two. This contained an image of her cotton skirt from the waist down on an angle to her feet. In all the time I had spent looking into her beautiful blue eyes and being mesmerized by her calves when she crossed her legs, I hadn't taken notice of her feet, painted toe nails and delicate ankles. Everything on this woman was in exactly the right place and in exactly the right proportions.
Picture three almost made me drop my phone. It was the same as the first picture except it was from her neck to her waist... and the blouse was gone. Her two beautiful melons were supported in a light blue lace bra. She must be getting excited by stripping like this in the bathroom because I could see her perfect nipples. Their brown color was just visible through the lace of the cups. She must have been holding her phone with both hands because her outstretched arms pushed her boobs together and made me want to whip out my dick and lay it right there between her marvelous tits.
I opened picture four. Her skirt was gone and she proudly presented me with a picture of her light blue matching panties between her navel and knees. Don’t get me wrong, the panties just managed to cover her essentials, they were most definitely not granny panties. These are the ones you would imagine a teen girl wore under her tracksuit when she was going to a freshman sorority rush and she wanted to get noticed. Also visible was a small wet glistening area between her legs. She was most definitely becoming turned on and was not hesitating to let me know.
Picture five took my breath away. Again a shot from her neck to waist: there was no clothing. Her magnificent natural boobs stared back at me. Her areolae were about an inch and a half in diameter and perfectly round. She had little bumps all the way around her nipples which looked like they were begging to be sucked. God what I wouldn’t have given to run to her office, get her out of her clothes and press my mouth to her breasts to tease and nibble on her. Her C or D sized titties were perky party machines in their own right. I could spend an entire night just becoming familiar with their curves and bumps. Maybe I could do a night each. In short, she was spectacular.
Then I opened picture six. I have never had a woman do this before. She had taken off her panties and sent me a picture of her perfectly bald pussy. Her legs were slightly opened as though she had just pulled her panties down to her knees and then taken the picture. She had the perfect slit with swollen lips, her inner lips just peeking out. I could only hope that one day I would have a chance to kiss those lips and separate them with the meat she'd seemed to like watching me stroke the night before.
My god, I realized, she had given me a complete inventory of her assets a step at a time to help me show myself off to her. Not that I needed any encouragement. I was going to perform for her tonight even if I didn’t know who she was or what she looked like with and without clothes. Five o’clock just couldn’t roll around fast enough.
For now, I wondered how I should reply to her email? Just a short note to say how beautiful she is or should I go to the men’s room and return the favor? She had me hard just from looking at her pictures, so the walk to the stall to whip myself out and take a picture was going to be uncomfortable, especially if someone met me along the way.
Deciding to chance it, I took my phone and headed to the men’s room. Luckily, no one else was around or in the hall and I made it there without being seen. I went into a stall and took one picture of my crotch with pants on. Then, another one with my pants down to my knees, still in my briefs. Rather than a third with my now semi-hard cock, I switched to my inbox to view her pictures again while I stroked myself to rigidness.
Fully engorged and ready for action, I switched my phone to video mode and took a twenty second clip of me slowly stroking my dick complete with pre-cum oozing. I would have loved to complete myself and video a stream of semen shooting from my cock to the floor, but I thought that might be a little over the top. I stopped the video and edged myself. Hopefully that will give me a more copious load later.
I sat on the toilet and hit reply on her email. I wrote, “Thank you, thank you, thank you for getting me started. It’s still a little early, but you certainly know how to entertain me with your absolutely beautiful and perfect body. I thought you might like a little something in return. Hank xoxo.”
I named the pictures one and two and then the video, number three. Thoughts ran through my head about what else to say, but brevity beats crowing so I just hit send.
Back at my desk, my phone chimed and I looked to find a return email from Amanda. She had written, "Well, you certainly got me started and apparently I got you started as well. I'm glad no one was in my office. This is new for me, so please forgive me if I seem too forward. Loved your vid. I'm so excited right now. Looking forward to seeing you later, Amanda xoxo."
I sent back, "Is this a variation of the old show me yours and I'll show you mine? This is new for me as well, so let's discover together. Later it shall be, Hank xoxo."
Fortunately, there was only an hour left in my work day. Unfortunately, I had completed most of the work I needed to do and the hour seemed like three. At last five o'clock came and I was out of there as though I had been shot out of a cannon. A stop at a fast food place was the only interruption to my drive back to the hotel.
I wanted to feel clean for my performance so I showered and then got my bed ready. Amanda's lights were still off so I didn't part the sheers. I put the extra pillows on the window shelf to prevent my neighbors from peeking at my reflection in the opposing windows. It felt good walking around my room in the nude. I never could understand why people concerned themselves with clothing when they are in a private setting. It feels so good to be naked and let the fresh air caress your body. There is a renewing spirit that overwhelms your other senses with a good and wholesome feeling.
There really was not anything good on the TV, so I just left it tuned to HBO for anything that might come on. I was not counting on a show for excitement, I had Amanda's pictures for that. Reclining on my bed, I spread my legs wide and just casually began rubbing my cock. I kept my personal phone next to me, ready to display the images of the Goddess I met earlier in the day. She truly was a Goddess, too: from her magnificent face and demure neckline, down across her collarbones to her chest.
I do not believe I'd ever seen such perfect breasts on any woman, either in person or on any of the porn sites I had visited. Large and perfectly shaped to fit my hands and mouth, they were ample enough for me to push my cock between and masturbate in, but not so big that they would be a burden to her or get in the way of anything. I wondered how they would hang and sway when she mounted me and fucked me. Her stomach was flat, a very trim woman whose body held nothing but muscle and fireworks for the right man. Her waist was trim, too, and perfect for me to hold and pull her onto me to drive myself deep into her hidden secrets.
And then there was her cunt. No hair to get in the way of exploring her. Nothing but flesh to tease and taste with my lips and tongue. Her lips would swell and her flower open as I drove her up the mountain until I could use my rock hardness to separate her lips and her from her sanity.
The mere thought of the inventory I was doing was beginning to show itself in my swelling muscle. I had not even glanced at her pictures and already I was harder than I ever had been before. I was losing track because I happened to glance out of the window and saw that her lights were on. I had no idea of when she had come home but saw that a half hour had already passed.
Amanda was not at her window but I took the opportunity to rise from my nest, get some lotion and open the sheer curtains. My cock was up at a forty five degree angle and above the level of the pillows. It took me a little while to get the curtains and sheers in the right place and that is when I noticed a young woman in the room next to mine staring out of her window at my reflection. She looked up, saw that I saw her and immediately drew her drapes closed. Five minutes later, Amanda appeared in her window. She seemed to be sitting on something low and was resting her chin on her folded arms on her windowsill.
I remembered that the night before she seemed to particularly enjoy the position I took up at the end, so I turned sideways in my bed, put my pillows behind my head and neck and propped my feet up on the windowsill on either side of the pillows that blocked the lower side of the window.
My cock was still firm and full of blood, so in no time at all I was as stiff as a tree trunk. I stared at her window, looking for a sign from her that she was enjoying watching me stroke my eight inches of meat. Her gaze was on my hand moving slowly up and down. I took my phone and turned it on with my left hand as I continued to masturbate. Picture five, Amanda's naked chest filled the screen. I turned the phone so she could see what I was looking at and placed it on the bed, resting it on the covers so that it was propped up and I could see it easily. Putting some lotion in my palm, the slippery liquid eased the glide up and down my shaft. I imagined that it was her spit that was soothing my strokes and that she was sitting just above me whispering encouraging things to me.
"Cum for me, Hank. Stroke your cock and shoot your come all over me," I imagined her saying.
I felt my balls tighten and knew that the end was getting close. It was not just that a beautiful woman was watching me masturbate, but she was enjoying it as much as I was. My groin had a tingling feeling and I wanted to squeeze my ass and begin the pumping I knew was to come. Amanda rose from her position and I saw that she was wearing a red silky robe. She bent over as I continued to get closer and closer to the cliff from which I was about to jump.
She took two steps up and I could see from her head down to about mid-thigh, just below where the robe ended. Her ivory thighs became the focus of my attention. The sight of her naked flesh drove me insane. That is when she did the last thing I ever expected to see. She undid the belt of her robe and opened it to reveal her entire stunning naked body to me.
Her tits swayed from side to side as she moved her body back and forth and her baby smooth cunt sported shades of red as she had begun to swell with the same kind of excitement that was consuming me. It was to much to bear. Thick ropes of cum splattered over my head, some onto my face and chest. My God! Over my head and onto my face! Never, never had I come this hard. Oozing white streams of jizz shot onto my chest and stomach. I could not stop pumping my cream. It ran down and coaedt my fist. I stared at Amanda the entire time. Her exquisite body filled my mind with erotic fantasy.
I had never dry squeezed before but my body continued to want to shoot loads when none was left to be had. My rock hard cock yearned to enter the pussy Amanda was offering to my eyes from twenty feet away. Then it realized it was not going to happen tonight and began to soften.
Amanda closed and re-tied her robe as I lay exhausted, my arms out to the sides as though I was to be nailed to a cross. She peered down on me and I saw her mouth move. The word "wow" was on her lips and that brought me great pleasure. I had given her a good show and I enjoyed every single second of it.
Amanda's blinds closed. I was just about to rise when the phone rang.
"You gave quite a show tonight," Amanda said.
"Thank you. I was hoping you enjoyed it and that I pleased you."
"I did and you did. I have a question for you."
"Okay."
"Do you think that I can be in your room tomorrow when you do that again?"
My mind reeled with the possibilities. I was so shocked by her question and so overwhelmed, imagining her sitting on the bed next to me as I masturbated for her, that I was speechless for what must have been a minute.
"Hank, are you there? Is that a no?"
"No, no... I mean absolutely, you can be over here tomorrow. But on one condition. You bring your robe with you to wear."
"Deal. Be in my office at 7:30 and let's work out the details. I have to go now. There's something I need to take care of and it really can't wait. It can, but I don't want it to. Sleep well."
"You too," I said.
I had just returned to my desk from the cafeteria after lunch when my boss called me into his office. We often had conversations about how to plan and execute tasks on the company servers. I'm a consultant and have been doing computer work for a long time, so while my boss is technically in charge of me, he values my opinions and experience.
"Hank," Alan said as I entered, "our corporate auditor would like to have a meeting with us next week."
"I figured it had to be soon," I replied. "It's been a year, so it's due. What day does Mr. Stangle want to meet? This way I can clear my calendar for a week or so to get him good information."
"Old Jim retired earlier this year. They've hired someone new to do the computer auditing. I want you to go up to the eighth floor, find out who it is and see if you can get a preview of what he'll want from us."
"You got it, Alan," I said, turning and walking out of his office.
I have often met with the rest of the auditing staff who do the financial side of the house. We extract data from our systems for them to send to states and the Feds. So, I'm very familiar with the people in the auditing department on the eighth floor. The elevator rose quickly from the third to the eighth floor and I turned into the area where the auditor's work.
Approaching one of the assistants near to where Mr. Stangle's office used to be, I said, "Afternoon, Kathy. Can you tell me who the new computer system auditor is? We're suppose to meet with him next week and I'd like to be ready with the information he wants."
"Afternoon, Hank," Kathy replied. "The auditor isn't a he, she's a she, and her name is Amanda Blake. How did you know I was assigned to be her assistant?"
"I didn't. You are?"
"Yep. This is her office right here and if you'll give me a minute, I'll see if she has some time to talk with you."
Kathy knocked on her boss's door and after hearing the okay, went in and shut the door behind her. She was in there for a good five minutes before the door opened and she motioned for me to go in. Kathy left Ms. Blake's office and shut the door behind her as I walked to the woman's desk. Her head was down and it was obvious that she was reading something with a lot of concentration.
All in one motion, she took off her reading glasses, stood behind her desk, pushing the chair backwards, put out her hand and said, "I understand you're Hank from IT. I'm Amanda Blake. Nice to meet you."
I took her hand in a suitable gentle grip and raised my eyes to hers. I was about to say how nice it was to meet her and how good it was going to be to work together, when what came out of my mouth instead was, "Holy shit!"
Standing across the desk from me was the beautiful and very well put together woman from the window across from mine at the hotel. Her hand continued to hold mine as she looked into my eyes and I could see recognition dawn on her, too.
I managed to recover just a little and get out the words, "It's very nice to meet you too," before having to swallow very hard.
What exactly she was thinking, I don't know. What I do know is that she did not let go of my hand, and I really did not want to let go of hers.
"Hank, I've been pouring over the audits from the past few years and your name is all through them. I have to tell you that I respect your work and how thorough you are. I've never seen an audit this clean before and my predecessor was very thorough."
"Thanks," I muttered waiting for the "but" to come.
Letting go of my hand, she walked out from behind her desk and motioned for me to sit in one of a pair of facing chairs. She sat across from me and I noticed her beautifully shaped bare calves as she crossed her legs. Her knees were only inches from mine. She wore a blue silk blouse with two buttons undone at the top. The third was slightly strained by her ample bosom. Below that, she wore what appeared to be a cotton skirt that form fit her slender figure and ended just above her knees.
"Look," she said in a confidential tone, "you know I know it's you from the hotel, and I know you know it's me from the apartment building. I would like to say let's just forget it and start over, but there's just no way that I want to forget what I saw. I kept kicking myself the rest of last night that I didn't take a video on my phone. Stangle thought a lot of you, so I'm going to trust he knew what he was doing. Do you think we can work together effectively?"
"I'm sure we can," I said confidently. "All I did was relieve the stress from a long hard day in an effective manner. All you did was witness me do it, right?"
"Right," she said. "Let's talk about how we'll be conducting the audits from now on, shall we? You can let Alan know the particulars and we can set up our first review next week."
I agreed and we spent the next hour discussing what she wanted while I countered with what we could provide. Our talk went back and forth like that the entire time. Still seated, we again shook hands and, again, she held on for a long time.
"You know, Hank," she said, "you have a strong handshake and I like that in a colleague. What I also like is a man with strong hands that are soft at the same time."
"I do believe you've been a witness to that," I said.
"Yes, yes I was. I'm glad you came up here to meet with me and I'm looking forward to working with you and Alan in the future."
"I can't speak for Alan, but I do look forward to working with you, too."
"Do you work out at all?" she asked, abruptly changing the subject.
"Uh, not on a regular basis. Sometimes I'll use the workout room at the hotel or I'll go swimming in their pool. Why do you ask?"
"Do you swim the same way you sleep?"
I thought Amanda was being quite forward for being in a business environment, but decided to play along with whatever game she was initiating.
"Whenever I can, but I really can't do that at the hotel. The only time I did was over a year ago. I couldn't sleep one night and decided, at about three in the morning, to go for a swim. I slipped off my trunks and started to do laps. The night clerk came in, turned on the lights and told me to put my trunks back on. He said that the pool was monitored on closed circuit TV and that I really should not do it any more."
I smiled. "Three in the morning and the guy was worried that someone would see me. I thought about waiting until the clerk was a woman and trying again. But I felt too shy to go through with it."
Amanda laughed and said, "Are you kidding me? After your exhibition last night you want me to believe you would be too shy to swim naked in front of a woman?"
"What I did last night was new for me. No one has been at your windows for years. Besides, ”I continued, “I normally leave the sheer curtains drawn and I put the spare pillow in the window to block my neighbors from seeing my reflection in your building’s windows.”
“What about my neighbors? They can see your room just as well as I can and there are people already living in them.”
“Yours is the only apartment with a view of my bed. No one can look into my window and see what I’m doing except for you and your downstairs neighbors. And they can’t see me because of the pillows.”
“You checked all this out, huh?”
“Sure did.”
“Then why, if you’re so shy, did you open your sheer drapes and show yourself off to me last night?”
“Well, I saw you looking down at my window when my sheers were still drawn and all I had on was the TV. I, uh, are you sure you want me to answer that question here in the office? Maybe I can treat you to dinner and we can talk about it in a quiet corner of a restaurant.”
“No, I want to know and I’m going to be working through dinner tonight. I’ve already placed an order with one of my favorite take-outs and plan on a quiet dinner, by myself, working on my laptop. So,l et’s hear it, why me?”
“Okay. As I was saying, I saw you looking down and the thought of you, not you per se, but the thought of a woman seeing me rub myself got me so hard so fast that I decided to throw caution to the wind. So, I opened the sheers and eventually turned on the light so you could get a really good look. I take it from the kiss you blew to me that you liked what you saw. It that true?”
“So,” she said, not answering my question and seemingly taking on a hostile attitude, “the fact that you went all exhibitionist and jerked-off in your window last night wasn’t just for me, per se, but for any woman that I might have been? Just the fact that I’m a woman was enough to get you started?”
I decided honesty is the best policy and said, “Well, to be honest, from what I saw of you, I thought that you are a fit, very attractive woman who showed some interest in watching what I was doing and, yeah, it got me going pretty quickly. Now that I’ve answered your question, please answer mine. Did you like what you saw?”
Amanda smiled at me, stood up and said, “So much so that I was thinking about trying to figure out which room you were in and going to your room to help you out. Then I saw you finish and saw how productive you were. I spent the next half hour in a nice hot bath doing the same thing you did. If only I had taken a video. I told you I kicked myself the rest of the night.”
“Why didn’t you just start while I was doing my thing?” I asked.
“I can’t,” she said “Unlike your window, a lot of windows from your side can see into my apartment. If I could have I would have, but I’ve never been an exhibitionist and I don’t plan on starting now.”
“I wasn’t one either until last night. You’d be surprised how exciting it is.”
“Do you always cum that much?”
She was being very frank, so the least I could do was to be frank in return. “Not normally. Most of the time it’s less. You just got me so excited that it just all came out hard and fast. I’m glad you decided to watch.”
“So am I. Are you planning an encore tonight?”
This time I lied, saying, “I hadn’t thought about it. Are you asking me to?”
“Only if the mood strikes you. I’ll be at my window now and again,” she said reaching into a desk drawer. “Use this to communicate with me if you want.”
She handed me a white legal pad and a thick black magic marker. I took them, wondering why she wasn’t just trading phone numbers, but this seemed to be her game, so we’d go with her rules for the time being. I held the pad and pen in my left hand and extended my right to shake hands before leaving.
“I look forward to working with you and seeing a lot more of you in the future,” I said, trying my best to make the innuendo obscure enough to be either innocent if she wanted to take it that way, or suggestive enough to give her lewd and lascivious thoughts.
“I’m positive you will,” she said taking my hand in a firm grip.
She turned our hands so that the back of my hand was towards her. She then took a step closer to me and pressed my hand to her crotch. We were close enough to kiss, but she made no movement to seal our secret. Instead, she rubbed my hand against her for a few seconds and pressed her breast into my bicep.
“Think of me,” she said, “when you get back to your room. I’ll be thinking of you while I work at my table.”
“I will,” I said as she released my hand.
I turned to walk out of her office and then gave her a wink over my shoulder. Amanda smiled as she stood watching me open her door and leave.
I didn’t wait for that night to think about Amanda. Not that anything happened between our meeting and my going to my room, but the thought of her soft skin in my hand and the intimate way she touched me to herself kept my fires burning all day.
Late in the afternoon I got a text message on my company phone. The message was from Amanda’s company phone asking me if I had a personal smartphone. I texted back that I did and sent her the number. My personal phone then got a text message asking me if I used a personal email account. I sent her that address.
Amanda sent an email to my personal account, evidently from her personal account. The subject of the email was “To get you started.” I opened it and read, “Hope these help. Enjoy tonight, I know I intend to. Don’t open these if someone can see you. Amanda xoxo.”
Attached to the email were six image files.
Holding the phone close to my chest I began to open the image files. The first showed Amanda from the waist up with one arm extended in what appeared to be one of the bathroom stalls in the building. The only difference between this picture and how I had seen her earlier was that an additional two buttons of her blue silk blouse were undone and a prodigious portion of her ample cleavage was visible. If this is what she took six pictures of I was indeed going to get a good start later tonight. One thing was for sure, here was a lady who knew what she liked and did whatever it took to get the result she wanted.
I opened picture number two. This contained an image of her cotton skirt from the waist down on an angle to her feet. In all the time I had spent looking into her beautiful blue eyes and being mesmerized by her calves when she crossed her legs, I hadn't taken notice of her feet, painted toe nails and delicate ankles. Everything on this woman was in exactly the right place and in exactly the right proportions.
Picture three almost made me drop my phone. It was the same as the first picture except it was from her neck to her waist... and the blouse was gone. Her two beautiful melons were supported in a light blue lace bra. She must be getting excited by stripping like this in the bathroom because I could see her perfect nipples. Their brown color was just visible through the lace of the cups. She must have been holding her phone with both hands because her outstretched arms pushed her boobs together and made me want to whip out my dick and lay it right there between her marvelous tits.
I opened picture four. Her skirt was gone and she proudly presented me with a picture of her light blue matching panties between her navel and knees. Don’t get me wrong, the panties just managed to cover her essentials, they were most definitely not granny panties. These are the ones you would imagine a teen girl wore under her tracksuit when she was going to a freshman sorority rush and she wanted to get noticed. Also visible was a small wet glistening area between her legs. She was most definitely becoming turned on and was not hesitating to let me know.
Picture five took my breath away. Again a shot from her neck to waist: there was no clothing. Her magnificent natural boobs stared back at me. Her areolae were about an inch and a half in diameter and perfectly round. She had little bumps all the way around her nipples which looked like they were begging to be sucked. God what I wouldn’t have given to run to her office, get her out of her clothes and press my mouth to her breasts to tease and nibble on her. Her C or D sized titties were perky party machines in their own right. I could spend an entire night just becoming familiar with their curves and bumps. Maybe I could do a night each. In short, she was spectacular.
Then I opened picture six. I have never had a woman do this before. She had taken off her panties and sent me a picture of her perfectly bald pussy. Her legs were slightly opened as though she had just pulled her panties down to her knees and then taken the picture. She had the perfect slit with swollen lips, her inner lips just peeking out. I could only hope that one day I would have a chance to kiss those lips and separate them with the meat she'd seemed to like watching me stroke the night before.
My god, I realized, she had given me a complete inventory of her assets a step at a time to help me show myself off to her. Not that I needed any encouragement. I was going to perform for her tonight even if I didn’t know who she was or what she looked like with and without clothes. Five o’clock just couldn’t roll around fast enough.
For now, I wondered how I should reply to her email? Just a short note to say how beautiful she is or should I go to the men’s room and return the favor? She had me hard just from looking at her pictures, so the walk to the stall to whip myself out and take a picture was going to be uncomfortable, especially if someone met me along the way.
Deciding to chance it, I took my phone and headed to the men’s room. Luckily, no one else was around or in the hall and I made it there without being seen. I went into a stall and took one picture of my crotch with pants on. Then, another one with my pants down to my knees, still in my briefs. Rather than a third with my now semi-hard cock, I switched to my inbox to view her pictures again while I stroked myself to rigidness.
Fully engorged and ready for action, I switched my phone to video mode and took a twenty second clip of me slowly stroking my dick complete with pre-cum oozing. I would have loved to complete myself and video a stream of semen shooting from my cock to the floor, but I thought that might be a little over the top. I stopped the video and edged myself. Hopefully that will give me a more copious load later.
I sat on the toilet and hit reply on her email. I wrote, “Thank you, thank you, thank you for getting me started. It’s still a little early, but you certainly know how to entertain me with your absolutely beautiful and perfect body. I thought you might like a little something in return. Hank xoxo.”
I named the pictures one and two and then the video, number three. Thoughts ran through my head about what else to say, but brevity beats crowing so I just hit send.
Back at my desk, my phone chimed and I looked to find a return email from Amanda. She had written, "Well, you certainly got me started and apparently I got you started as well. I'm glad no one was in my office. This is new for me, so please forgive me if I seem too forward. Loved your vid. I'm so excited right now. Looking forward to seeing you later, Amanda xoxo."
I sent back, "Is this a variation of the old show me yours and I'll show you mine? This is new for me as well, so let's discover together. Later it shall be, Hank xoxo."
Fortunately, there was only an hour left in my work day. Unfortunately, I had completed most of the work I needed to do and the hour seemed like three. At last five o'clock came and I was out of there as though I had been shot out of a cannon. A stop at a fast food place was the only interruption to my drive back to the hotel.
I wanted to feel clean for my performance so I showered and then got my bed ready. Amanda's lights were still off so I didn't part the sheers. I put the extra pillows on the window shelf to prevent my neighbors from peeking at my reflection in the opposing windows. It felt good walking around my room in the nude. I never could understand why people concerned themselves with clothing when they are in a private setting. It feels so good to be naked and let the fresh air caress your body. There is a renewing spirit that overwhelms your other senses with a good and wholesome feeling.
There really was not anything good on the TV, so I just left it tuned to HBO for anything that might come on. I was not counting on a show for excitement, I had Amanda's pictures for that. Reclining on my bed, I spread my legs wide and just casually began rubbing my cock. I kept my personal phone next to me, ready to display the images of the Goddess I met earlier in the day. She truly was a Goddess, too: from her magnificent face and demure neckline, down across her collarbones to her chest.
I do not believe I'd ever seen such perfect breasts on any woman, either in person or on any of the porn sites I had visited. Large and perfectly shaped to fit my hands and mouth, they were ample enough for me to push my cock between and masturbate in, but not so big that they would be a burden to her or get in the way of anything. I wondered how they would hang and sway when she mounted me and fucked me. Her stomach was flat, a very trim woman whose body held nothing but muscle and fireworks for the right man. Her waist was trim, too, and perfect for me to hold and pull her onto me to drive myself deep into her hidden secrets.
And then there was her cunt. No hair to get in the way of exploring her. Nothing but flesh to tease and taste with my lips and tongue. Her lips would swell and her flower open as I drove her up the mountain until I could use my rock hardness to separate her lips and her from her sanity.
The mere thought of the inventory I was doing was beginning to show itself in my swelling muscle. I had not even glanced at her pictures and already I was harder than I ever had been before. I was losing track because I happened to glance out of the window and saw that her lights were on. I had no idea of when she had come home but saw that a half hour had already passed.
Amanda was not at her window but I took the opportunity to rise from my nest, get some lotion and open the sheer curtains. My cock was up at a forty five degree angle and above the level of the pillows. It took me a little while to get the curtains and sheers in the right place and that is when I noticed a young woman in the room next to mine staring out of her window at my reflection. She looked up, saw that I saw her and immediately drew her drapes closed. Five minutes later, Amanda appeared in her window. She seemed to be sitting on something low and was resting her chin on her folded arms on her windowsill.
I remembered that the night before she seemed to particularly enjoy the position I took up at the end, so I turned sideways in my bed, put my pillows behind my head and neck and propped my feet up on the windowsill on either side of the pillows that blocked the lower side of the window.
My cock was still firm and full of blood, so in no time at all I was as stiff as a tree trunk. I stared at her window, looking for a sign from her that she was enjoying watching me stroke my eight inches of meat. Her gaze was on my hand moving slowly up and down. I took my phone and turned it on with my left hand as I continued to masturbate. Picture five, Amanda's naked chest filled the screen. I turned the phone so she could see what I was looking at and placed it on the bed, resting it on the covers so that it was propped up and I could see it easily. Putting some lotion in my palm, the slippery liquid eased the glide up and down my shaft. I imagined that it was her spit that was soothing my strokes and that she was sitting just above me whispering encouraging things to me.
"Cum for me, Hank. Stroke your cock and shoot your come all over me," I imagined her saying.
I felt my balls tighten and knew that the end was getting close. It was not just that a beautiful woman was watching me masturbate, but she was enjoying it as much as I was. My groin had a tingling feeling and I wanted to squeeze my ass and begin the pumping I knew was to come. Amanda rose from her position and I saw that she was wearing a red silky robe. She bent over as I continued to get closer and closer to the cliff from which I was about to jump.
She took two steps up and I could see from her head down to about mid-thigh, just below where the robe ended. Her ivory thighs became the focus of my attention. The sight of her naked flesh drove me insane. That is when she did the last thing I ever expected to see. She undid the belt of her robe and opened it to reveal her entire stunning naked body to me.
Her tits swayed from side to side as she moved her body back and forth and her baby smooth cunt sported shades of red as she had begun to swell with the same kind of excitement that was consuming me. It was to much to bear. Thick ropes of cum splattered over my head, some onto my face and chest. My God! Over my head and onto my face! Never, never had I come this hard. Oozing white streams of jizz shot onto my chest and stomach. I could not stop pumping my cream. It ran down and coaedt my fist. I stared at Amanda the entire time. Her exquisite body filled my mind with erotic fantasy.
I had never dry squeezed before but my body continued to want to shoot loads when none was left to be had. My rock hard cock yearned to enter the pussy Amanda was offering to my eyes from twenty feet away. Then it realized it was not going to happen tonight and began to soften.
Amanda closed and re-tied her robe as I lay exhausted, my arms out to the sides as though I was to be nailed to a cross. She peered down on me and I saw her mouth move. The word "wow" was on her lips and that brought me great pleasure. I had given her a good show and I enjoyed every single second of it.
Amanda's blinds closed. I was just about to rise when the phone rang.
"You gave quite a show tonight," Amanda said.
"Thank you. I was hoping you enjoyed it and that I pleased you."
"I did and you did. I have a question for you."
"Okay."
"Do you think that I can be in your room tomorrow when you do that again?"
My mind reeled with the possibilities. I was so shocked by her question and so overwhelmed, imagining her sitting on the bed next to me as I masturbated for her, that I was speechless for what must have been a minute.
"Hank, are you there? Is that a no?"
"No, no... I mean absolutely, you can be over here tomorrow. But on one condition. You bring your robe with you to wear."
"Deal. Be in my office at 7:30 and let's work out the details. I have to go now. There's something I need to take care of and it really can't wait. It can, but I don't want it to. Sleep well."
"You too," I said.
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