All I wanted to do was sleep. I'd been awake for almost thirty-six hours by then and probably had as much as another twelve to go before I could head home. I started at the coffee cup in front of me and wished caffeine had more effect on me. The clocks on the wall said it was 1:04 am, already Sunday afternoon in Hong Kong and London would be waking up soon. I yawned, again. There wasn't much else to do.
This weekend was the culmination of eight months work—the migration of all of our customer data to a new system. It's not like I was actually doing anything, me being the project manager, the real work was left to the technical consultants who were tag-teaming their efforts to cover the extended hours. They at least were getting some sleep. I was dumb enough not to plan that for myself. My main role was keeping the coffee machine supplied and calling out for pizza every few hours.
"All looking good so far." Diane Branson walked over looking satisfied with her work. She was the lead consultant and had been working with us for a month. She was a tall, tanned brunette with a statuesque figure, searching brown eyes and a stand-offish manner that made her difficult to get to know. She had the late shift tonight and was doing a considerably better job than me at staying alert.
"Sounds good," I replied automatically. "What's the ETA for completion?"
Diane checked the clocks. "Probably around nine. A bit later than scheduled, but if it's clean, we're good."
Nine would be good. I'd expected more to go wrong and would've been happy to get out of there anytime Sunday.
Diane wasn't much of a conversationalist and she drifted off. I liked her, and she was attractive in a way I hadn't quite figured out yet, but she was all business, so I didn't dwell there. I checked my email, pointlessly, and then browsed a few sports websites to see if there were any late updates. There wasn't. I sipped at my coffee but it was cold. I got up to go get another.
"You want a coffee?" I called to Diane.
She said no and I walked off towards the kitchen.
As familiar as it was normally, the office was a strange landscape with the lights out. Our small section at the east side had a few lights on, but there was no point in having the whole of the third floor blazing. I poured my coffee and threw in some cream and sugar to dampen the taste of the thick brew we were favoring for alertness that weekend. The on duty security guard stopped by while stood against the counter and took a few sips. He patrolled every couple of hours but never interacted with us beyond a nod of his head.
Rather than walk straight back to my desk I decided to walk around the rest of the floor. Desperate to pass as much time doing anything I could, wasting a couple of minutes taking the long way around seemed like a good idea. I laughed at the thought, and cursed that I'd taken this duty on alone.
I looked out of the windows on the south side of the building, down to the highway below. Not many cars were out that late, quite the contrast from Monday mornings. I stood for a few minutes and watched the traffic lights cycle three times before any cars went through the junction.
The west side of the building overlooked a relative new apartment block. I stopped to survey the scene, not expecting to see anything. There was a few lights on, but nothing much to catch my eye... until I noticed the flickering of candlelight in one window.
The window was on the second floor of the apartment building, almost directly opposite where I was looking out. The room behind the window was well-lit by candles that were burning all around the room and creating a sepia-tinted scene. There was no drapes or blinds at the window, just a clear view into the bedroom where a woman was sitting on top of a guy, very obviously riding him energetically.
My eyes widened and my tiredness left me as I looked closer and took in more details. It was impossible to make out faces at that distance, but form and actions were pretty clear. The girl was carrying a few extra pounds but that didn't seem to inhibit her enthusiasm for fucking the guy. Her hair was long and dark, draping down her back and occasionally thrown back as she jerked her head backwards. I could see nothing of the guy, but it looked like he was simply lying there and letting her get on with it.
I knew they couldn't see me in the dark office and assumed that they hadn't thought to cover the window as they would not expect my building to be occupied on a Saturday night. I smiled as I looked on, tickled to see the couple go at it, glad of the reprieve from boredom and noticeably aroused at the sight.
After a few minutes I was amazed at how long she'd been riding him as fiercely as she was. It seemed like they could both go on forever in that position. I grinned, wondering if I had that kind of staying power. It occurred to me that the guy might be the worse for a few drinks, or even that this was their second go-around, but was still glad of the entertainment. The view certainly was compelling. Not that I was getting any close-ups or anything, but simply being a secret voyeur on their lovemaking was an unexpected thrill.
Eventually she got off him and onto her hands and knees, inviting him to reposition to a classic doggie style. I didn't see enough to know how big the guy was, but he walked around the bed, climbed on and pushed into her. He started thrusting immediately, moving almost as vigorously as she had.
I heard nothing, but felt the hand land on my shoulder at the same time she spoke. "James Keller! So, this is what you do when you sneak off on me." It was Diane.
My heart jumped, I mumbled something about not sneaking off and that I'd come across the sight by accident. I was unnerved and slightly ashamed at being caught out.
Diane laughed it off and pushed in front of me to get a better view. "Wow, they're really going at it, aren't they?"
"It certainly looks like they're having fun." I laughed.
"How long have you known about this?" she asked, not taking her eyes from the action.
"A few minutes. Never seen it before."
"Cool." Diane continued to peer. "Wish we had some binoculars."
"What for?" I exclaimed. "You're not some pervert are you?"
"No," Diane dismissed. "But this is a whole lot better than watching data flash across those computer screens."
I couldn't argue with that. It was something of a surprise to see this different side of Diane as up to then we'd only had very light conversation outside of work matters. As she watched her movements were sharp and the scene held her full attention.
"Is she nice looking?" Diane asked. "Best as I could see, she looked fine. And no, I don't know how big it is."
Diane laughed heartily. "I wasn't going to ask. Looks like it's plenty big enough though, judging by the way he's pounding her without coming out."
It was true. The guy in the window was still going hard and fast. Neither staying power nor length seemed to me an issue for him. No sooner had I concluded that than he stopped moving and, after a few more seconds, slumped onto the bed. The girl turned around and joined him, both appearing to stare at the ceiling. The image was too vague to make more than their body shapes, but that didn't stop us peering at their crotches and her chest for details.
