Jamie stepped out of the shower, the cold air-conditioned air teasing tantalisingly at her nipples and pulling them into hard nubs. She tweaked them gently and sighed. Oh, that evelator fuck was a good one. Some men just had it on them to please a woman to the n-th degree.
Wrapping a towel around her voluptuous frame, she pattered barefeet towards open space of her living room and kitchen. She was hungry and she wanted something sweet. After orgasming to the chambermaid's tongue and then having her pussy filled to perfection, she needed sustenance. Going through the fridge, she couldn't find anything that caught her eye. Being an accountant for a Top 50 international conglomerate meant that she travelled a lot and scarcely spent time at home. Hell, there was one year where she had spent two weeks only in her apartment. The other 50 were spent in strange hotel rooms, and if she chanced upon it, the beds of strange, exotic, gorgeous men, who worshipped the ground that she walked on and would willingly satiate her lust from dawn until dusk.
Speaking of dusk, it was just about sunset. The sun was setting in the far horizon seen through the ceiling to floor glass-paned windows and the last rays warmed her body, just a little bit. She had nothing to do tonight. Just unpack her bags, go through a few memos, and prep for a presentation next week.
Still nothing in the fridge, though. The food was largely expired, and there was a tub of yoghurt that the housekeeper had bought upon her request that she missed having yoghurt at home. Taking out a bowl, she spooned a healthy portion and popped a teaspoon in. That'll do for now.
A few quick taps on her phone and 5 minutes later, an Ubereats was on the way with an order of kungpao chicken, pot stickers, Asian slaw, and three portions of rice. 15 minutes, the voice over the phone had said.
Huh, she thought. Enough time potentially to paddle the pink canoe.
But she stood at the windows, still clad in her skimpy little towel that barely curved over her ass cheeks enough to keep her decent. Any shorter and her plump, juicy cunt would on on display for everyone looking out of the 45th floor of the apartment complex to see. Idly licking her spoon clean of yoghurt, she turned back to the kitchen and as she did so, her elbow snagged enough on the towel to pull it completely free.
"Oh, fuck it," she grumbled, standing in her delicious nakedness still clutching the bowl of yoghurt in one hand and the teaspoon in the other, towel lying discarded on the floor. Her blinds were wide open and literally anyone looking in the direction of her apartment would see her all and sundry on display. It was only the saving grace of the dying sunlight that offered her some modesty left.
Oh well, at least they got a view, she thought.
As she headed over to pull the blinds, movement in the apartment directly opposite and just below her caught her eye. The apartment was dark but there was a boy with a dark mop of hair, standing at the window, staring up directly at her. The movement she had caught was his hand in his pants, absent mindedly stroking his sizeable package.
Ahem. Not a boy, then. Perhaps, a man.
