Keys cascading down and raining upon the marble-tiled floor along with a few choice swearwords and legs shakily faltering as Gabriela Casimiro bent to retrieve them was a clear sign that she was truly drunk. Her long night of tequila shots and sea breeze chasers had left her a dizzy, fumbling mess.
But she frankly didn't care how unladylike the clearly inebriated Chief Risks Officer of Robarts & Simms International looked right now. With another barrage of
fuckfuckfuck
filling the night's airwaves
,
a few more off-target key-into-keyhole attempts and finally a lock tumbler click, Gabriela stumbled into her luxurious penthouse suite — modern, sleek, white and chrome, splashed with light accents of yellows-blues-grays throughout.
Gabriela tossed her purse to the ground, recently recovered keys following immediately as she stumbled her way to the bedroom. Bright light washed the room, making her wince, a sure headache in her near future. Hair disheveled, stockings with a slight run, one six-inch heel in hand, Gabriela stripped off her form-fitted red dress and kicked it into a corner while exhaling a sigh of relief to finally be home. She was ready to collapse into bed — but not just yet, not before one last orgasm. Gabriela did a quick, peripheral glance across the courtyard to the matching condo tower mirroring hers. She could feel those eyes, again burning with lust, hidden by the night's heavy black cloak, a feeling she'd gotten accustomed to. Hairs raised on the back of her neck, slightly vulnerable. Someone was watching her, intently. Gabriela smirked, oh how she loved this game.
∞
Saturday night — or rather, very early Sunday morning — and a stressful three months of complicated international negotiations with a Chinese conglomerate looking to invest in North American commercial real estate were behind her with the final i's-dotted-t's-crossed details now finalized. She had deserved this night, celebrating the closing of a lucrative deal her male counterparts could only dream of completing — damn, that black dress she wore Friday really hugged her every curve, once more to her alpha-male-manipulating advantage.
An evening of late-night debauchery imbibing far too many drinks was a needed release of pent-up tension — both work-related and lack-of-satisfying-sex related. Goddamn Joshua, he knew just how to give her the most exhilarating painful pleasure she craved.
Still
burns her inside how her now-former executive secretary/secret dominant discarded her right as she needed him most: not only as the biggest deal in her career to date was delicately unfolding, but also for leaving a cavernous void in her sadomasochistic life. Poached right from under her — and from on top of her — by a corporate headhunter to join a new California-based financial investment firm as its analytical risks vice president. Fucking asshole. Just up and left hurriedly with not even one more of his memorable ass-bruising spankings as a goodbye.
The completed deal was too good a career-defining moment to let the thought of Joshua's somewhat abrupt abandonment ruin it, however. She celebrated in high style this Saturday night, unbound with endless, free-flowing alcohol and Gabriela's trademarked man-eater appetite satiated, a night of heavy flirting with pretty-boy males just begging to be spellbound by her charms. She especially enjoyed tonight's captured prey, the young blonde with a gorgeous six-pack gym rat body that found himself on
his
knees in the bathroom, licking her pussy until she orgasmed on his tongue, leaving him hard-cocked and blue-balled, watching her taut ass leave him confounded as to how or exactly why his load wasn't dripping over those luscious lips of hers or flowing downward into her throat. How delicious that teasing was to Gabriela. Intoxicatingly delicious. She needed another taste.
Gabriela swayed drunkenly to the window, clad in a matching red bra and thong, purposefully taking her time to remove her jewelry and place it on the dresser. Each night she looked out across the courtyard to the neighboring condominium, searching for evidence of her admirer. It had gotten to the point where Gabriela thought she must be imagining it all. But is certainly wasn't illusory paranoia. No, a few weeks ago she noticed the curtain move just-barely-noticeable, saw his silhouette — aroused silhouette, she chuckled. At first, it angered her, his uninvited intrusion upon her sexual release with her vibrator. But quickly Gabriela's inside exhibitionist became titillated at the thought of showing off when she became naked, when she pleasured herself, which had become way too frequent in the last six weeks. Fuck you, Joshua. But now,
fuck yourself, Gabriela
, she mischievously thought. Time for tonight's scintillating peep show.
There was only a handful of emitting lights glowing softly in the way-to-early morning darkness. But it was only one subtly radiating source that Gabriela found herself fixated on, in the building 200 yards across from hers, the floor just below. Yes, it was faint, but Gabriela was confident there were desirous eyes peering through the semi-closed stark-white blinds.
Showtime, Gabriela
.
∞
A self-professed night owl, Tim Callaway or —
CallaKayOz,
as he was known in the cyber world— was engrossed in a hard-core beta-testing session for a blockbuster first-person shooter coming out in six months. Long, twenty-hour days-blurred-into-nights work sessions had become the norm for Tim. This, after years of intense deadline crunches working first in application development — where a search engine optimization suppression algorithm earned him a patent and "geek industry" fame along with a rather swollen bank account — and now gaming development. Despite the focus on the in-game action, Tim quickly noticed the luminosity he had hoped to see tonight
.
"Have to go, guys. David, I will talk to you about that one graphical glitch I saw in quadrant seven tomorrow. CallaKayOz, signing off."
And with that, Tim quickly logged out of the beta, closed his laptop, removed his headset and had his attention completely diverted from firefights among futuristic paramilitary soldiers to the enthralling beacon calling out to his lustful eyes' attention. It was impossible to tear his gaze away from her window. Brown curls were awry and mussed, and she looked as though she had trouble staying upright as she entered the bedroom.
No doubt she was drunk. A wave of jealousy washed over him as he imagined all the men who must have had their eyes on her, their hands on her as she danced the night away in that all-too-tight red dress. But that jealousy quickly washed away because it was he who had her now. It was their time together, once more. He peered down at his smartwatch: three-thirty. Much later than usual, but there she was, that light across the courtyard, the full-drawn window view he had become so familiar with the last two months.
He shouldn't be watching, he shouldn't have been waiting, using the beta test as a transparent excuse for staying up late, really just waiting for her, and the moment that light flickered on he was lost completely in his lust for her.
Her
being the tall, gorgeous brunette living in the penthouse across the courtyard.
Her
being Gabriela Casimiro, he had come to discover through some low-level internet sleuthing, an up-and-coming financial industry star.
Her
being totally out of his league normally.
However, "normally" had gone by the wayside for Tim lately since he discovered just how much he enjoyed being a perverted peeping tom, watching her perform in that window, pleasuring her pussy late at night before bedtime. And he in turn stroking his cum so hard out of his erect member, so many loads in tribute to her five-star performances with that sex toy drawing writhing orgasm after orgasm from her cunt. He had a suspicion she knew she was being watched. But did she know it was him, that he and his cock were her captive audience?
Tim's hand squeezed the ache in his pants, hoping tonight would be a night where she pulled out that purple vibrator from under her bed and fucked herself to orgasm. His cock gave a hard pulse just as that dress was thrown down, revealing her sensuously curvy figure. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
Usually as she neared the window he would step back, just out of sight. But tonight he needed to see every inch of her, every morsel his gluttonous eyes could swallow. For a moment it looked as though she locked eyes with him —she
had
to know he was watching, lusting, cumming — his stroking becoming more fevered as the thought of being caught spurred him on.
Tim let out a slight moan as she turned away, her thong-clad ass perfect in his view, every amazing curvature arching down to shapely legs. Fantasies sprinted through his mind as he neared himself to completion, ready to burst watching the seemingly unsuspecting tease. She unclasped her bra, slithered off her thong agonizingly slow, that shaved, pink mound coming into Tim's sightline now, making him stroke even harder.
"Fuck yes, Gabriela, that's just what I like you whore, to see that beautiful pussy being fucked. That's it. Fuck it for me, hard, you goddamn slut."
The dirty fuckwords easily slid smoothly off Tim's lips from across the courtyard, his mind knowing he would find himself tongue-tied just saying hello to her if he ever met her in person. But no matter — in the night, here, now, his cock now ready to burst — he could be the sexually confident man he always wanted to be, hidden in the night, his bravado sheathed behind a concealed, licentious darkness. And finally, with the release of her wave of naughty bliss washing over her entirety, he relented willingly, grunting and spilled heavy into his hand, body jerking and knees buckling with each spurt, his mind overflowing with excitement and fulfilled lust.
When he had finally composed himself, the light was off.
"Thank you, Gabriela, for yet another great fuck. Until next time, gorgeous."
He smiled dirtily, cleaned up his mess, and a satisfied Tim drifted to sleep with thoughts of a stunning brunette in a red lace thong filling his dreams.
∞
Gabriela had witnessed it all as best she could from her vantage point — the stroking, the shot of cum, it had made her already overinflated ego purr with satisfaction. She acted oblivious to Mr. Peeping Tom watching. But she had known for a while now. The last month, she discovered her dirty secret admirer, coming to realize that her masturbatory performances were being not only watched but eagerly participated in from afar.
And now, she could feel his presence, eyes peering into her window, purposely unobstructed view for him but especially her as she took so much orgasmic delight in being in control — being conniving in her manipulation of his lust, him no doubt watching with a fully engorged cock as she dressed or undressed; while she satisfied her needs with a few favorite toys.
But this was becoming lackluster. Oh, she certainly enjoyed knowing her orgasms aroused him. However, she wanted more as she always eventually did. Nothing was ever enough for Gabriela Casimiro. No more starring role for her. She wanted to watch
him
perform. It was time to throw open the curtains of his peepingtomfoolery and become the audience to his erotic exploits. She scanned the twenty-fourth floor of his building, the fifth suite over, right there,
