I was at the radio station doing my shift one night when the request line actually rang. I answered it and heard a familiar voice say, "Michael?"
I sighed. "Hello Betty. Would you call me Mike please?"
I found out what she was calling about. "I'd like to see where you work. I've always wondered about what you do, and I'm in town with time to kill. Would you mind showing me around the place?"
"Not at all. Just text my cell and let me know when you're downstairs. I. Have to unlock the door for you."
I laid down the book I'd just been getting into and waited for my phone to make a noise. When it did I hit the elevator and headed down to let her in.
My mother-in-law was an interesting person. She wasn't quite the older version of my wife, but given her age and the fact her husband had passed away a year or so before, she interested me.
Half of what caught my attention usually was the fact she always went around the house in shorts and a t-shirt. She had nice C cup tits that were always braless, at least at home. Even single again I never saw her date or go out at all.
I got off the elevator and was pleasantly surprised by her standing there. She hadn't changed at all, so I doubted her story about being in town.
We made small talk as we rode up to the top floor and got off. She heard me do a break as I was standing in front of her and the look on her face made me laugh. "How did you do that?"
I took her to the studio and showed her the computer running things. "It didn't used to be that way. I miss the live days."
"I can imagine. So what do you do when you're here?"
"I read or sit in the back and daydream. You'd like the back." I pointed out the modern walls and windows to her, then took her through the door into the back. It was basically storage space then, but it was still old fashioned, just like the old building we were in.
The only lights back there were from the street lights several floors below. The windows were basically floor to ceiling and the walls were the brick you could see on the outside.
Betty was impressed. "I can see why you like this." She turned, taking in so the old architecture. "It's beautiful back here."
I agreed although right then my eyes were focused more on her tits than the building. "I spend most of my evenings back here just imagining."
She was turning, taking in everything the empty room had to offer. "Imagining what?"
I smiled to myself. That was the opening I needed. "It depends on the night." I kept my voice casual as my mind ran wild with possibilities. "I've always wanted to write you know." I corralled her and led her over to a window, standing behind her. I pointed over one shoulder to the street to our right. "That's the main drag. Try as I might I couldn't come up with something, even after sitting here and watching all those people go by."
As she was taking in the street I glanced down, getting a nice view down her shirt. I couldn't see everything, but I got a glimpse of enough to get my cock nice and hard.
"I did come up with something though. At least a few good starts." I pointed across to a shorter apartment building and her eyes followed. "That was an inspiration for me."
"Tell me about it." I saw her eyes meet mine in the reflection of the old glass. I grinned ruefully and shrugged.
"I really can't Betty. They all turned out to be pretty X-rated. So I probably shouldn't."
Even in the reflection I could see the interest in her eyes. I saw her scan the buildings again before she said, "I'm a big girl Mike. If I'm offended, believe me I'll let you know."
I shrugged again. "Ok. They've all good to do with this room and these windows." I saw her slight nod and continued. "You see that apartment building? The one with all the dark windows?" She looked, nodding again. "Well in the beginnings I've gotten down so far there's someone sitting there with a telescope."
Her eyebrow raised slightly and I noticed she looked over the building. "So what's he doing?"
"Looking for naked bodies. He's sitting there naked himself, stroking with one hand while the other scans the buildings. In my story he looks up here and sees something."
Her voice was a whisper as she asked, "What does he see Mike?" I glanced at her reflection in the glass again and saw nice hard nipples standing out. She wasn't offended. She was getting into it.
"That depends. Sometimes it's someone in a t-shirt and shorts like you are. Sometimes they're wearing wonderfully see through lingerie. And other times they're naked by the time he looks this way. In all three though the girl steps up on the sill in front of you so he can get a really good look at them."
She glanced down and I smiled. "Go ahead and try it. I'll help you."
To my surprise she took a step up on the windowsill. I put my hands on her waist to steady her as I continued my story.
"So now he has a great view of whoever is here. He's stroking faster and mentally urging the people in front of him to do more."
"They do don't they?" I laughed softly. "Of course they do. It's not a good porn story if they don't. The first thing that happens is if the girl is dressed, her clothes get slowly taken off, revealing her body to his eager eyes."
She was staring at the other building then. "Just imagine it Betty. Clothes slowly coming off, dropping to the floor until the stranger can see every inch of your body."
She nodded absently. "Then what happens Mike?"
"First of all his cock is throbbing as he looks at the naked body in front of him. Then it changes. Sometimes the girl sits down in profile on the ledge and started giving a magnificent blowjob. Sometimes she's sitting with her back to him and he can see the guys hands on her head, directing her. Other times she stays right up there and he can see hands running all over her body."
Betty nodded again. I was tempted, but I didn't make a move. I just went on. "Then there's a few different endings. In the first one the girl leans against the window frame and gets fucked from behind. In the other thru pull an old table up to the window and he gets to watch her take that cock." I grinned again, seeing how into it my mother-in-law was. "In both cases the end is the same. The girl gets filled with cum and the stranger shoots his load imagining he was here fucking her."
By the time I'd finished Betty was breathing heavily. She finally looked down to see me smiling up at her. "Need a hand down?"
"Please." I helped her down and resisted the temptation to let my hands wander a bit. Her face was flushed when she got back to the floor.
