Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2003 14:58:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Andrea Jamal <andrealitpervgrrl@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Window

(c)2003 this is a work of fiction.  comments welcome... Andrea

	I was 22, and I had just moved to New York City.  For the first few
weeks, while I looked for a place of my own, my friends Kevin and Anna were
kind enough to let me stay at their apartment.  They had a five floor
walk-up on Manhattans upper west side, with a comfortable old couch that I
could sleep on.
	Kevin and Anna both worked during the day, so I had the place to
myself during the days.  I got into the habit of lounging around all
morning, then going out in the afternoon to look for apartments and to try
and find a job.
	I'd been in the city two weeks.  My friends were great about
letting me stay in their place; they said I was welcome as long as I needed
to; but I still felt uncomfortable living in someone else's space.  I
couldn't believe how hard it was to find an apartment here; and how
expensive rent was.  I didn't have any leads on a job either, and I felt
oppressed by the noise and crowds of the city.  I was starting to think
that moving here had been a huge mistake, and that I should get a bus
ticket back to Ohio.
	It was about 11 in the morning, and I was walking around in the
apartment wearing nothing but a pair of panties.  I'd made a pot of coffee,
and I was on my way back to the couch to drink a cup and scan the Voice
classifieds when I noticed her.
	I've never been the type to turn heads on the street or stop
traffic; you'd better love me for my personality.  I am tall (almost 6'1");
my breasts are on the small side; and my hips are on the wide side.  I wear
glasses.  You could describe me as plain, though I might prefer "bookish"
or "nerdy".
	Anyway, there she was, framed in the window of the apartment across
the alley: a blonde girl, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old, watching
me, with my boobs hanging out and a cup of coffee in one hand.  I hadn't
even brushed my hair yet.  She was slim, with long blonde hair, a pale
complexion, and a large bust barely confined underneath her white t-shirt.
She was about 20 feet away, staring intently at me through her window.
	We made eye contact, and I confess I blushed.  I didn't know how to
react.  After a second, I kept walking, over to the couch, where I sat down
to drink my coffee.  I was rattled by the experience.  I tried to read the
apartment listings, but I couldn't concentrate.  I don't consider myself a
prude, but I was shaken that a stranger had just seen me half naked.  I
often walked around the apartment topless when my hosts weren't home.  I
wondered how often the girl across the alley had seen me.  She was
obviously pretty, beautiful even.  I wasn't used to being looked at like
that; not by strangers certainly.
	I tried to let it go, but it wouldn't let go.  I finished my
coffee.  I wanted to get a second cup.  I wondered if she was still there
in the window.  I thought about covering up, putting on a shirt.  I decided
not to.
	I got up and went back across the living room.  I noticed that my
nipples were hardening, and I felt a familiar warm tingling in my clitoris.
It had been a long time since I had been touched.  I stopped in front of
the window.
	She was still there.  We made eye contact for a second.  I blushed
again, bright red I'm sure, but she didn't look away.  I swear I could feel
her eyes traveling over my body.  I felt like a stripper or a centerfold or
something.  I don't know what came over me; I reached up and tweaked my
nipples, pinching and twisting them.  It felt really nice.  I moved my
hands away, showing her the results of my handiwork; my nipples were pink
and erect.  I thought I saw the tiniest little smile play across her face.
Then I lost my nerve.  I ran back to the couch, safely out of sight of the
living room window.  I realized that my pussy was wet.  I mean really wet.
I hadn't been touching myself since I had been here; there was too much
stress, and I felt weird about masturbating in my friends place.  Now I
pulled my panties down, and got myself off right there on the couch; on my
knees with my tits hanging down and my ass in the air, rubbing my clit till
I came explosively, imagining the pretty blonde girl taking me from behind.
	The next time I walked across the living room, she was gone.  I was
a little disappointed.  But I had to get dressed and start my day anyway.
I looked across the alley several times before I went out, but I didn't
catch another glimpse of her.
	I had no luck apartment and job searching that day.  By the time I
got home, it was almost dark, and I was exhausted.  Anna and Kevin had kind
words for me; it was hard to get started in the city, something would come
up, I just had to be patient.  Across the alley, I could see that a blind
had been drawn, covering the neighbors window.  I fell asleep early and had
dark and confusing dreams.
	When I woke up, Kevin and Anna were already at work.  They had left
a full pot of coffee, half a tray of rice crispy treats, and a note that
had encouraging words on it.  I stood in the kitchen, drinking my coffee,
eating a rice crispy treat and read their note.  'Don't give up' it said
'Remember, you can make it here, you can do this.  Don't let it get you
down, it just takes time.'
	I felt a little better after reading their note.  Then I remembered
the girl in the window.  I wondered if the blind was still down.  A cup of
coffee in one hand, a rice crispy treat in the other, my breasts hanging
free, wearing nothing but my cotton pajama bottoms, I walked over to the
living room window to see.  The blind was gone, allowing me to see into the
neighbors' living room, but the blonde girl wasn't there.  Had I imagined
her? I put my coffee and my breakfast down, and went to the bathroom to pee
and to take care of my hair.
	When I came out again, I was ready for another cup.  On the way to
the kitchen, I saw her.  I was still wearing my pajama pants, and nothing
else.  This time I was sure I saw her smile, in a shy way.  I smiled back
at her.
	She was wearing a little lavender top that said 'sexy' in sparkly
letters across the front.  It was obvious that she had nice sized boobs,
bigger than mine.  Her eyes seemed to trace my body up and down.  I could
hear my heart pounding in my ears.  I cupped my own breasts, lifting and
squeezing them for her.  My nipples were already hard.  I could feel a warm
moist knot forming between my legs.
	She definitely smiled at me now; a big happy smile that showed off
her perfect teeth. She peeled off her tank top, revealing a smooth, flat
tummy, and a nice full bra.  She pulled aside one cup, exposing a perfect,
pale tit, with a lovely pink nipple at its center.  A thick silver ring
pierced her nipple.
	A wave of lust rolled over me, literally making me dizzy.  I felt
sexy, being on display like this.  I stuck a hand down the front of my pjs,
probing the slippery wetness between my legs.  I ran my finger up and down
my slit while she watched.  My clit was singing.  I couldn't believe I was
doing this.
	I really couldn't believe myself.  I'm not usually an
exhibitionist; as a matter of fact, I am painfully shy.  And I didn't know
her age, but she was definitely younger than me, maybe still in high
school.  She was beautiful, but not the type I am usually attracted to; I
usually go for girls who are a little edgy, a little punk, with short hair
and leather jackets.  This girl had painted her finger nails bright red; I
never paint my nails.
	She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, and her breasts
swung free.  They were the most beautiful ones I have ever seen.  I felt
suddenly self conscious about my own small and pointy ones.  Hers were
round and full, but not at all saggy; they hardly seemed to need a bra.
Her nipples were smallish and pink, pointed slightly up.  A thick, silver
ring pierced each nipple.  Her eyes seemed to dare me to go further.
	I undid the drawstring of my pajamas, and let them slide down my
legs, exposing my nudity.  I could feel her eyes on my pussy, where my clit
throbbed under an unruly patch of dark hair.  I reveled in the lust of the
moment.
	With two fingers, I spread my pussy lips, exposing my inner labia
to her.  I couldn't believe how wet I was already.  My clit ached, needing
to be touched, and soon.  I could feel my own wetness running down my
thighs.  I wondered if she could see how wet I was.
	She stood up, revealing a tight pair of blue jeans.  Her nipple
rings jiggled and gleamed in the morning light.  She turned around.  She
had a sexy, muscular back.  She unsnapped her jeans and stepped out of
them.  She was wearing a pink thong.  Now, I don't usually go for
butt-floss, but damn her ass looked great; round and smooth and firm, with
the tiniest thread of material running down the middle.  I wanted to touch
it so badly, to tear that tiny thong right off her ass and stick my face
between her cheeks.
	She turned again to face me, and pulled her nipple rings,
elongating her nipples, lifting her boobs up.  I was rubbing myself
rhythmically now, running my fingers up and down my wet pussy, just grazing
my clit.  Her legs were long and well muscled.  I imagined being squeezed
between those thighs.  My eyes coveted that little pink triangle of cloth
that barely covered her pussy.
	As if she could read my mind, she hooked her thumbs under her
panties and pulled them off.  She was bare underneath it; completely shaved
or waxed except for an ornamental little strip of hair, like an exclamation
point on her mound.  Not my style at all, but it looked perfect on her.
Between her puffy labia, a small silver ring peeked out.  A clit ring, or a
hood piercing.  She licked a finger, and then placed it on her pussy lips.
Her vagina seemed to bloom.  She stood with her legs spread, running her
fingers up and down her sex.  I could see her fingers glistening with wet.
	We stood across the alley, watching each other masturbate.  She was
playing with a nipple with one hand, pulling the ring hard and twisting it,
pinching and flicking it.  Her fingers ran up and down her pussy, sometimes
slipping inside.  Unconsciously, I matched her pace.  She dropped her other
hand to her clit.  We fucked our pussies with our fingers and drilled our
clits.  I felt the orgasm building in my toes, rising through my legs into
my spine and then it washed over my body.  Across the way, I could see her
stomach spasming, her breasts shaking, two fingers completely buried in her
vagina, her other hand a blur as she rode her own climax.  I came in wave
after wave.  When it was finally over, she blew me a kiss, then turned
around, and ran out of my sight.  I took a shower.
	As the warm water washed the sex smell and sweat from my body, I
replayed the show we had just put on across the alley, and before I knew
it, I was turned on again.  I lay down in the tub, and turned the faucet
full on my spread pussy.  The sensation of the warm water washing over me
was enough to push me over again.  My legs were spread wide, and my clit
stood proudly out from its little hood.  I diddled myself to my third
orgasm of the morning there in the bathtub.
	It was a long shower.  When I came out again, modestly wrapped in a
towel, the room across the alley was empty.  After I got dressed, I checked
again, but now the shade was pulled down.
	I woke up early the next morning.  I had breakfast with Anna and
Kevin.  They had a friend of a friend who might know about a place for me.
I was going to meet with him that afternoon.  They wished me luck and left
for work.
	I was ready for her this time.  I sat naked on the chair by the
window, waiting for her.  She showed up half an hour later.  She was
wearing black leather pants that fitted her tightly, showing off every
curve, and a black stretch top.  Even across the alley, I could make out
her pierced nipples through the tight fabric.
	She smiled at me and waved, turning around once to show off.  Her
tight ass looked heavenly under the leather pants.
	Then she pulled off her black top, setting her boobs free.  They
jiggled beautifully.  We played with our nipples, teasing ourselves and
each other across the alleyway.  I was making a big damp spot on Anna and
Kevin's chair; I was going to have to clean that up later.  I couldn't take
it any more; I had to touch my pussy.
	I stood up, putting my pussy on display.  I rubbed myself up and
down, circled my clit, licking my fingers off as seductively as I knew how.
	She gave me a big smile, and stepped out of her leather pants.  She
was naked underneath.  Her pussy was in clear view, and I felt a rush of
excitement as she began to touch herself in time with me.  We just stood
there and watched each other masturbate for a while.  It felt so good I
never wanted to stop.
	I paused for a second, and picked up my vibrator from the seat of
the chair where I had left it.  I held it up to show her.  She gave me
another big smile and a thumbs up, then ran out of my sight.  She was back
a moment later, with her own toy in hand.  It was as big as mine, pink and
penis shaped.
	I put my vibrator in my mouth for a second to make it wet, then,
looking her in the eye, slipped it up inside myself.
	It felt great to have the humming shaft in my pussy.  My pussy felt
like it hadn't been full in ages.  I slid my glistening purple toy in and
out, strumming my clit.  I felt like a porn star.  Her own personal porn
star.
	Her pussy opened up and swallowed the dildo.  I could see her
shaved lips bulging out around it.  She closed her eyes and pushed it all
the way up inside.  She stepped up one leg, putting her foot on the window
sill to give me a better view.  I did the same, exposing myself to her as
intimately as I could.  I could see her clit ring shaking as she fucked
herself.  She was giving it to herself hard now, pulling her plastic cock
almost all the way out, then slamming it all the way back in.  Her back was
arched, and her pierced boobs shook with every stroke.  She had reached
around her back with her other hand, and now I could see that she was
tickling her asshole with one finger.
	That was what pushed me over the edge.  I buried a finger in my own
anus, and cranked the base of the vibrator against my swollen clit.  I
exploded, my orgasm shaking my body again and again.  I pressed the nub
hard into my g-spot, and I squirted, harder than I ever have before, what
seemed like gallons of clear liquid splashing like pee against the window
pane.  It seemed to last forever.
	When it was at last over, I regretfully let the toy slip out of my
pussy.  I had a lot of mess to clean up.  Across the way, the blonde girl
was still shaking with orgasm, her own toy sliding in and out of her spread
pussy like a jackhammer, her face all red and flushed, her breasts heaving,
one finger still stuck up her ass. I watched until she was finished, idly
licking the come off my purple toy.  I heard her cry out above the street
noise, through the glass.  At last it was over.  I blew her a kiss, then
went to take a shower.  By the time I was out, she was gone again.
	That afternoon, I found my apartment.  I could move in right away.
I was elated.  I got a call for a job interview.  I went out to celebrate
with Kevin and Anna.  We drank quite a lot and had a good time.
	The next morning I looked for the neighbor girl, but she didn't
show.  I had a big day in front of me.  I packed my bags, and got ready for
the trip to Brooklyn, where I was going to live.  Before I left, I took one
last look out the window.  The room across the alley was empty.  I locked
the door after me and walked down the five flights of stairs.  I never saw
the pretty blonde girl again.