The Show Must Go On - Sex Stories

The Show Must Go On

It was about six o'clock when I arrived home, at my door. I fumbled with the lock to my one bedroom walkup. Entering I went to the kitchenette and placed some groceries on the counter. There was nothing that needed immediate refrigeration, so I went through into my bedroom. The setting sun was shining into my windows. Directly out there I could see the building next door. Windows were in shadow. I tossed my purse and jacket down on the bed, and kicked off my high heels. I was beginning to relax now that I was home. Safe in my little womb. I walked to my vanity, sat down, and looked at my makeup. I touched it up a little, putting on some fresh lipstick Then I rose and went over to the tall, high windows. I looked out and idly rubbed one of my breasts. My bra's underwires were cutting into me from underneath. I could get rid of it now. I sighed with relief. Standing there I started removing articles of clothing. My blouse came off first, after I slowly unbuttoned it. I threw it onto my queen sized bed. Reaching behind, I popped the hooks on my bra, and slipped it off. It went to the bed, too. My breasts were freed and I caressed them, rubbing the tender spots gently. My nipples became hard. I touched them. Sighing again, I reached to the side and unbuttoned my skirt. It fell to the floor. I turned away from the window and leaned over to pick it up. Then I rose and it landed on my bed. My fingers went to the waistband of my panties. I peeled them down, taking my time, as I ...

... faced the window. Over my butt and down my thighs and knees, I allowed them to fall to the floor. Then, with one foot, I picked them up, bent my knee, and raised them to a hand. My pussy could breathe again. It was hairless. I shaved it often to keep it clean. My hand went to my mound and gently caressed it. I felt the moisture, and allowed myself to trace a finger up my slit. Then it went to my clitoris, softly rubbing it. My finger went to my mouth. I loved my own taste. I took a deep breath, as one hand went to a breast, and the other returned to my pussy. He was there. The man on the fourth floor. His window looked down to my third floor apartment. He was standing at the window, with his overhead lights outlining his naked body. He had his binoculars up and one hand was stroking his penis. Slowly and leisurely, he kept a steady rhythm. I knew he wouldn't disappoint me. I reached up and took the barrettes out of my hair. I shook the curly, black tresses, and ran my fingers though the locks. Then my hands returned to my breasts and my pussy. I needed this. I was trembling. As my fingers probed into my pussy again I had a quiet orgasm that set the juices flowing. It was good. I was free now. Free of the grind, free of the job, just free to enjoy myself. And to please him. I squeezed my titty harder, feeling the nipple between my fingers, and I pinched it. There was a tingling throughout my body, and my pussy was moist around my fingers. My fingers continued fucking my pussy, ...