4 comments/ 83483 views/ 3 favorites At The Window By: Nomean_feet We all sat around drinking and chatting and laughing like friends tend to do when they've had a few drinks and they begin to reminisce on the fun times they've had together. We, being myself, John Stevens and few of my close friends. I won't get into details by naming them all as this really only concerns myself and one of my friends; but we shall get to her momentarily. We had all known each other since high school and were a fairly tight knit group. We shared most stuff and hung out whenever we could. Tonight was one of those times. The topic we had chosen to talk about at the moment was whether or not we closed our bedroom curtains when we undressed at night. A fairly random topic I know, but it seemed natural to us, I guess it's hard for an outsider to understand the mechanisms of other people's friendships and it's equally hard for a member of that group to explain the mechanisms to an outsider. But maybe I'm getting a little too deep here, lets just backtrack a little back to the topic at hand. Everybody was just throwing in their two cents worth and I was content to just sit back and chill a little; it was only when Jane spoke up that I began to take notice. 'I undress with my curtains open; god's honest truth.' Was all that she said, but it was enough to catch my attention. Now I know that we were all friends and that's where it stopped, sure, Jane was an amazing looking girl with long brunette hair, a fantastically busty figure and perfect long legs to match; but none of our group members had any sexual relations with one another. But hey, what can I say? I am a male after all and she was one fine looking girl; I'd be lying if I said that she had never popped into my head while masturbating. That statement from her started the motions of a plan forming in my head. I had always been something of a voyeur; something about it turned me on from a very early age. I remember when young I used to sit at my window late at night watching the lady opposite's bedroom, hoping to get a glimpse of her naked body as she undressed for bed; needless to say I never did, but I was turned on all the same by the thought of watching someone who isn't aware they are being watched. Now I knew where Jane lived and that is I do believe, what got the ball rolling in my head. I knew she lived in a huge bungalow on the outskirts of town, but not only that, her house was surrounded by acres of woodland that a person could easily hide in. As luck would have it, I also knew that her bedroom faced out into these dark, dense woods. I do believe that, in a sense, my decision to do a little spying had already been made in my mind almost as soon as she had finished speaking. All I needed to hear was 'naked' and 'curtains open'. All I needed to do then was wait, wait for the right moment to set my plan into action. That time came around a month or so later, when Jane told us about her parents going out of town for a few weeks on business. The very first night I knew them to be away I put my plan into action, driving over to near where she lived; parking up about a mile away or so and making my way through the woods to her house. I went in the early evening time so that when I began to trek through the woods there was enough light to see the path, however after an hour or so, the last of the light had pretty much gone and I had to rely on instincts to get me the rest of the way. After getting lost a couple of times, I finally found my way to the edge of the wooded area that looked directly into the huge back garden that belonged to Jane and her family. It was dark out now and I was dressed in full black so I wasn't very worried about being caught. All that was required now was to wait. Her bedroom light was off when I arrived; I assumed she was in the front room watching a bit of TV. I kept silent for the two hours or so I had to wait; the only thoughts in my head were about Jane and what she may look like naked. It was something I had fantasized about ever since hearing her say she never closed her curtains. I had started to notice how good she looked every time I saw her and I masturbated over her constantly. Eventually, the light flicked on in her bedroom; from my position far back in the trees I could not see much other than her walk into the room. No specific details; I realised I would have to move in closer. It was knocking on midnight now and pitch black outside; my only fear was that they would have a motion sensor light outside. I quickly and quietly made my way to the shed which was about two thirds of the way down the garden, luckily for me, there was no security light and an inspection of the outside wall from my new position confirmed that there was none at all. This position was far better to see in; from here I could see more details. Jane was stood roughly in the middle of the room, combing her long, straight hair with a pink comb. She wore a tight, white t-shirt, which showed off her curves wonderfully. Unfortunately, all I could see from here was her top half. She stood with her back to me in her room. After she had finished combing her hair she left the room again; I wondered briefly what for, but my questions were soon answered when I saw a light go on in what I knew to be her bathroom. I took this opportunity to move even closer in towards the window of her bedroom and finally found a spot on a raised section of patio from where I could see into the whole of her room; pretty much from floor to ceiling. The bathroom light went off once again and I pictured her walking barefoot back down the hall into her bedroom, where she re-appeared in my sight. My heart began to race in my chest and I felt my chest tighten as she walked up to her window and peered out into the darkness. I felt sure she would spot me out there, spying on her. But, to my surprise, and great relief, she apparently saw nothing and after a moment or two turned away back to the centre of her room. Despite my near miss, or maybe even because of it, I felt my cock straining at the material of my trousers; I was sporting the hugest erection ever. It grew even bigger when I returned my attention to Jane's bedroom and saw her unbutton her jeans and slide them down her amazing, slender legs before kicking them off into the corner with her bare feet; revealing her amazing ass which was smooth and blemish free and perfectly nude save for the tiniest, skimpiest black thong which disappeared deep into her tight ass crack. She stood admiring herself in the mirror for a moment, running her hands softly up and down her smooth thighs, I saw what I believed, and hoped desperately, to be a wet spot on the crotch of her thong in the reflection of her in the mirror. My dick was begging me to play with it, but I had to hold on. I couldn't exactly masturbate over just this could I? She wasn't even naked yet. She took the next step toward that however when she hooked her thumbs under the material of her white t-shirt and lifted it up over her head, tossing it into the corner with her jeans. Her huge, firm melons wobbled slightly in her matching black bra as she did so. Her straight, soft brown hair fell sexily over her face as she resumed admiring her amazing body in the mirror; now cupping her breasts in a move that reminded me of Shannon Elizabeth's in the original American Pie movie. Jane was bustier than her though and had a lot more flesh to cup. The tension was unbearable as she placed a hand behind her back and unclipped her bra strap; holding onto the cups at the front to prevent her breasts from spilling free. It was almost like she was teasing herself. And I was sure when I glanced back down at her crotch that the wet spot there had grown; I could now see the faint outline of her pussy lips as the damp material clung to them. Slowly she removed the cups from her breasts, showing them off in all their glory; I nearly came there and then as I beheld them. Gigantic and gravity defying with big pink nipples standing proudly erect; her areola a lighter shade of pink, circling them and fading off towards the edges, gradually becoming more flesh coloured. I had to put my hand down my trousers and begin to massage my throbbing erection as I watched her begin to tease her nipples, pulling them out with her thumb and forefinger and letting them snap back into place; heightening her own arousal. it was obvious now that she was aroused as her face had flushed slightly and also her free hand was now massaging her smooth, flat stomach, straying closer and closer to the constantly growing wet patch in her thong. I watched her tease herself for around five minutes, by this time I had begun to move closer and closer to the window without realising it. By the time she began to rub her index finger up and down her wet slit through the material of her underwear, I was but mere inches away from the bedroom window. I was now dimly aware that, although it was dark outside and light inside; if she really looked hard enough now, she would see me stood outside her bedroom window staring in. But something told me she was too lost in herself to be aware of anything like that. Now came the part that I was waiting for, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her thong and began to tease it down her legs; bending over as she went to work the undies over her knees and down to her dainty little feet. As she bent over she gave me an amazing shot of her tight, hairless, puckered asshole and an equally tight looking, wet slit. This also appeared to be hairless. Her pink lips were parted slightly and looked amazing to me. I longed to enter the house and bury my aching cock up to the balls in her warm, moist pussy. Something told me that, as horny as she appeared to be, she would put up little contest, but I knew I could never do that. Instead I had to make do with watching and jacking off. After she stepped her pretty little feet out of the thong that too got tossed into the corner with the pile; now she stood once again to full height and admired herself for a moment before stepping over to the bed and laying herself down onto it; flat on her back. She was raring to go now I noted as she lifted her knees up and placed her right hand down between her legs. From where I was my vision was blocked slightly, so I adjusted myself slightly to get a better view. The sight was absolutely amazing. Her fingers were softly rubbing over her swollen looking clitoris and her tight looking vagina was parted allowing me a great view of her moist, fleshy looking pussy which was a deep pink colour. It was absolutely hairless. I unzipped my jeans allowing my throbbing cock to spring free of its restraints and I began to slowly masturbate as I watched Jane tease her swollen clitoris with her index finger. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a perfect little 'o' as she did. I continued to fantasize about what it would be like to shove my cock deep inside one of my closest friends. I knew that after tonight I would never be able to look at Jane in the same light, but I didn't much care at this point. I watched her pretty little toes digging into the duvet on her bed as she pleasured herself; thinking how nice it would be to suck on them as I watched her. She was becoming hornier now and she stopped paying as much attention to her clitoris. She now began to rub her index finger up and down her wet pussy crack, gently thumbing her clit. Her other hand had now wandered to her breasts and she softly teased her nipple with her fingers. I kept feeling like I was about to cum. As I've said before, part of the excitement of being a voyeur, for me anyway, was the thrill of maybe being caught. My heart on this night was going treble time and at any slight movement or sound in the night I thought I might blow my load. I re-focused my attention on Jane just in time to watch her slide her finger inside the fleshy confines of her vagina. Her mouth opened wider as she inserted her digit and the moan she let out was audible even through the double glazed windows of her bedroom. Now that she was inside herself she began to push her finger in and out at a steady rate; her huge chest rising and falling with every sensuous breath that she took. I had to steady my own breathing as I watched my friend pleasure herself in a way I had only ever fantasized about before. This truly was what dreams were made of, and she had no idea that this intimate, personal moment had an audience of one. She drew her knees in closer to her body and spread them a bit further, allowing her tight entrance room for another finger. This caused an even more audible moan than before and her other hand which once teased her breasts now clung tightly to the duvet to brace herself for her oncoming orgasm. She now began to slip her fingers in and out of her tight entrance with more ease due to her obvious wetness. Her breathing became more harried and her chest rose and fall at a faster rate. Her toes dug harder into the duvet. I too felt my own orgasm fast approaching and even felt my head getting lighter at the level of arousal I was currently in. Before I could help myself I reached out and put a hand onto the bedroom window to steady myself. It made a soft thump and I was sure she must have heard me. But we were both too far gone now to do anything about it. A moment after I had reached out to the window I watched as her whole body tensed up and then began to tremble. Her huge breasts wobbled like a jelly on her chest and in her passion she managed to push another of her fingers inside herself. She screwed up the duvet with her free hand and then let out a huge moan as her orgasm took over her body. As I watched the display I felt my own ejaculate racing up my shaft and erupting all over her outside wall, wave after wave of my creamy, thick fluid squirted out onto her wall as I watched her body rock and shake with the force of the orgasm. Her moans were constant throughout. I had to stay silent for fear of discovery, but I still continued to squirt an endless flood of cum over her wall. One wave even splashed up onto her windowsill, such was the force of my orgasm. Her pussy actually released some fluid, which trickled between her legs onto her ass crack. As her orgasm finally subsided to a few shudders and soft whimpers; my stream of cum faltered and died and I felt my cock instantly shrinking as if in need of a good long rest. It was only after I looked away from the window to put my penis back into its confines that I remembered the thud when I leaned against the window. As I looked back up again I realised with horror that Jane too, must have recalled it as she was staring right through the window into the darkness. I was sure she was looking straight into my eyes. I was shocked into action and must have been out of her garden and back in the woods before she even had chance to stand. I lay restless in my bed that night, not knowing whether Jane had even seen me outside, or if she had did she recognise me? I awaited the sound of nearing police cars and every time I heard a siren off in the distance I convinced myself that they were coming to my house. I did not catch one wink of sleep that night; I decided that Jane must have waited until the morning to call the police and so sat in my front room awaiting their arrival. When they did not come by six o'clock in the evening I think I allowed myself to breathe for the first time since we had made eye contact the previous night. I somewhat convinced myself that she must not have seen me, but I could swear that in that moment of eye contact there had been a hint of recognition. Now you may think that this would have put me off of my voyeuristic fantasies. Quite the opposite in truth; I masturbated now more than I had ever done in the past and always over the same image of Jane, nude on her bed, masturbating. Unaware that she was being watched over. I guess I'll never know whether or not she recognised me. She certainly never shows any signs of it when we meet up as a group. We still talk the same as we always have, but sometimes... Only sometimes, I catch a glimpse in her eyes of that same recognition that I thought I saw at her window. Did she know it was me? Did she even see anything out there? Only time will tell I suppose. At The Window First off, Thanks to all the readers and also those that vote on these stories. We don't get paid for sending in these stories, I do it because I like to, and when I get a vote on my stories, it makes it all worth while!! *SMILE I was on one of those internet dating sites, yes I know I have heard it all before. I am an attractive guy, fit, toned, not a muscle head, not fat and not skinny. I don't have problems meeting women, but I have a very wacky schedule at work that makes it harder for me to go out (4 am to lunch time). I could date within work, but I am not fully comfortable with the rumors that might go around and we all know they do. So that is what brings me to try internet dating. I have been on this one site for a while and have met a lot of cool people and a lot more not so cool people. I used to look in the dating and relationship section, cause deep down inside that is what I want, but I know I have a very high sex drive and my mind is a lot more open to exploration sexually then most people. The people in those sections are tame and I find not very open-minded. So now I usually only venture in the intimate encounters section. I am not only looking for sex as I stated above, but with my drive, it is very important to me and any relationship I am in (short-term or long-term). I don't consider myself a male slut, but I have had many a sexual experiences, most women I meet can see my experience and I usually end up being the teacher. (Well there was this one time that I met my match, but that is another story, message me if you want me to write about it, it is kind of funny). Being the teacher is fine with me, but I have learned from that site and my experiences, what I want and I know what turns me on. I find that a lot of people hide behind their computers on these sites with a web of lies. Now to me, if you can't be honest, that is so sad and if you are lonely, lying isn't going to make it any better. But I am an optimist, so I still search......... I got home from work one day, fired up my computer and grabbed something to eat. I got into something more comfortable and logged on to the dating site. Off to the intimate encounters section I thought to myself. I sifted through some of the profiles, and I hit this one that was so vague, two lines only, but it was the best two lines I had read all day. It went something like this: 'I want someone with new ideas and fun twists. Exciting new experiences wanted!! I like to explore!' I read about her personal details. She was 32, 2 years older then me. She stood 5'6" with what she claimed to be a fit body. From my experiences on this site I don't believe people and how they perceive their own body type, my idea of fit can be totally different then someone else's. I usually wait to see a picture of them before I make that judgment and she didn't have one posted, but I do give them the benefit of the doubt. Honestly I don't have a picture posted either, not that I am scared to, I am Casino Dealer and I work in the public eye, so that is why I opted not to post one. I have pictures to send people, because I know how important physical attraction is. I sifted through some more profiles, but kept coming back to hers for another read. Now I know for me that if I keep coming back to one profile, it is a good thing. I probably went back and forth from her profile about half a dozen times. On the last visit to her profile, there is a part in the profiles that tells a little about themselves sexually, so I read it: What really turns me on: extended foreplay, oral sex, edible oils. Encounters I am open to anything goes, oral sex, multiple encounters. What I am looking for in a partner: always practices safe sex, asks what I want, high-sex drive. Extended foreplay? Yup, I love to play. Edible oils? I have used them before and they are fun, especially the Karma Sutra ones that warm when blown on. Anything goes? Check!! Everything is a go with me. Multiple encounters? You Bet!! Sex gets better the more you know about your partners secret pleasure spots. Always practices safe sex? Without a doubt. Asks what I want? I love to please, and if she can tell me anything that would heighten her experience, of course I will do it!! High-sex drive? UH, HELL YAH!! Oral sex? LOVE IT!! Sometimes better then sex itself. The visual from oral sex, both giving and receiving, drives me wild. Now on this site there are little teaser messages you choose from a list and you see if the other person is interested, so I sent one in hopes that my profile intrigued her. My Little message was: I couldn't resist: your willingness to experiment. Ask me about: my fantasy with you. I got up to go grab a glass of water and when I got back to my computer I had a little teaser from her. Her message was: I couldn't resist: the confidence that you exude. Ask me about: my oral fixation. WOW Girl! More oral comments!! I thought to myself with my deepest oral desires scanning through my head. I had to send this girl a message. Now I don't have the original messages that I sent to her the first time, but I do remember what they consisted of. I wrote to see if she had MSN and if she wanted to get to know each other a bit better through MSN. I new it was only about 1:30 pm and most people are at work at that time, but I asked if she wanted to chat when she got off work. I also had to comment on her oral fixation, because that is a big one for me and it looked like it was for her. I told her how giving oral was a total visual and mental experience for me. How I loved to look as she exposed herself to me, the look of her clit, the sensations a kiss can give her and how her clit and lips reacted to the sensations of my touch. I told her how the whole process of a woman's orgasm was a mind fuck for me. Watching her legs start to shake and how her tummy starts to clench as she nears her awaiting orgasm. Then the release and how her hips would bounce while she orgasms, the sounds, the smells and the taste of her orgasm. I ended the note off by telling her my name: Chris She replied, I opened her message with urgency and anticipation. She explained to me how my first note started to get her all turned on at work. (My mind started to fantasize about her at work. I fantasized about walking into her office as she exposed her wet panties to me from within her skirt, how the wetness of her pussy would feel on my fingers and how she would taste on my first lick.) She explained to me how much she loved to give oral, how she would slide her tongue over my shaft and balls and the feeling of how I would feel as I got hard in her mouth. She also explained to me that she just moved and hadn't got connected to the internet yet, so she only had it at work and ended it with her name: Tiffany. I sent her back another message explaining how the visualization of her giving me head was affecting me, and the fantasies I was having about it. I asked what was best for her: to send emails or messages on this site. After that message was sent, I never heard from her again. What happened there? I don't know, well that sucks I thought to myself, I really wanted to get to know her better. Days passed and nothing from her, then about a week later I got a message from her. Now these are the actual messages that we sent to each other: Subject: your fantasy Hi, We exchanged messages a little while ago. I am interested in hearing your fantasy about me. I have just moved and I am still having problems with my internet connection at home, so work is the only place I can check it. Telus has promised me by Monday it will be corrected. PS I would love to see a picture of you. Tiffany Well hi again So I guess you are at work now? I remember the lastime we sent a couple of messages to each other, you seemed very interesting. So do you have any pictures? Last week I wrote an erotic story, from what I remember you might want to read it, do you want me to email it to you? Chris I would love to hear your story! You can email me at...... I can also forward some pics for you by email. Tiffany I emailed her one of my stories, and yes it was the first chapter of 'It Was Nice To Meet You' published on this site if you want to read it!! *wink Ok I sent the email, I hope you like it, let me know. Some pictures of you would be great!! Chris Where did you send it? I have not received it yet. I need your email to send the pics to you. Tiffany So I sent here a message with my msn email. Hey I still have not received your fantasy! PS. I sent my pics to your msn. Let me know if you rec'd them Tiffany DING-DING - went my computer as I received a message in my Email. It was a message from Tiffany so I quickly opened it. Let me know if these work. Sometimes they do not. Look forward to reading your fantasy! Tiffany Well it sure did work; there was an attachment of a picture, so I quickly opened it. The picture had four pictures of her cut out and placed onto this one file. Three of them were pretty much the same and the fourth one was of her in a chair at some pub outside on the patio. I looked at them all, none of them really exposed much of her body. Two of them were just head shots but the first one was a tiny bit more revealing. She had wavy shoulder length red hair (GOD I love redheads) and this wonderful huge smile. My attraction for her was definitely there!! I couldn't see the color of her eyes, damn redeye that you get from cameras, but her face looked so cute and innocent. I looked at the first more revealing picture; she was in a tight low cut black shirt that showed enough cleavage to get my heart pumping. She was slim from what I could see and not very busty, maybe a B cup. Now most guys love huge tits, for me NO. I love the way smaller tits hold their form and how perky they look, it drives me wild. So did her breasts cause anything to stir within me? HELL YES!! I could feel movement in my pants, probably from the fantasies I was having of Tiffany while looking at her pictures. Thanks for the pics, VERY SEXY. I just tried to resend the story 2 more times for you, hopefully that worked, let me know. Chris Yes I received the story. It was great! Wish I was at home instead of work! But I am off now so maybe talk to you tomorrow. Tiffany Damn, did I wish she had the internet at home, I was very intrigued by her and wanted to learn as much as I could about her. The next day when I got home from work I sent her an email. Subject: Good Day So how is your day going? Working hard? Did you have any big plans lastnight? PS. I also looked at your pictures again lastnight and I must say the picture of you slightly bending over, WOW, your cleavage got my blood a pumping. Chris Glad you like my pics. Work is fine, another day. Didn't do much lastnight, just some laundry. Tiffany So what did you end up doing lastnight, just running around naked doing your laundry? *smile Chris Hmm... Never thought about doing my laundry that way. Don't think the neighbors would appreciate it though! Tiffany Well you never know, if I was your neighbor I definitely would have watched the whole thing. Maybe eventually making you aware that you were being watched. Chris Well, if you were my neighbor and were watching me................. Tiffany What would you do? Close all the drapes and stop my view? Chris No, I would keep them wide open for you Tiffany I can only imagine what I would see. This I know: I would see a very sexy slim redhead. I have only seen pictures of your cleavage, you are not very breasty, but that is the way I like it (I am not a big tit man, yours are the perfect size for me) Things that I don't know: What do her breasts look like? Does she have nice pink nipples? how sensitive are they? Does she have a sexy slim tummy? How soft is her skin? How does her skin react to different touches? What does her ass look like? Is it nice and perky? Does she like to be spanked are just soft touches on her ass? Is she trimmed? Bald or racing strip? How is her pussy reacting to being watched? Does she know I am watching her? Chris Let's see where to start...... Her breasts are perfectly shaped, not more than a handful, with beautiful pink nipples that like to be played with, caressed and sucked on, they get very hard easily. Her tummy is fairly flat (she is coming back from a soccer injury that kept her sidelined for about 9 months) She takes care of her athletic body and is very comfortable with it. She loves to be teased with soft touches with the odd spank to her firm ass. Her pussy is neatly trimmed with a landing strip and is very wet with anticipation that someone is watching her. Tiffany Well now I really do want to watch you, it gets me very excited thinking of you and the anticipation of your next message is driving me wild. I would turn on a dim light and stand at the window in nothing but boxers. Watching your every move makes me go harder and harder. The light being turned on across from you makes you look at me in my window. You watch as I watch you, I look at everything. Your perfect breasts, your firm ass and your nicely trimmed pussy. As I look at you, I fantasize about being with you, touching your skin. What it would be like to kiss you. What would she sound like as she gets closer to orgasm as I lick her pussy. The whole time I think about these things, I am gently rubbing my engorged cock for you lightly with my finger tips. Wondering if she is as turned on as me? and wondering what she will do next... Chris She is very hot, wet and turned on now knowing someone is watching her. She wants to invite him over so he can feel how wet her pussy is and see how aroused he has gotten her. She wants to feel his finger tips brush lightly on her skin, tracing the shapes of her breasts, lightly stroking her hard nipples. Run his hands all over her body. She wants to feel his hard cock through his boxer shorts, lightly touch the tip with her fingers. Stroke the long shaft. She wants so badly to suck it and flick her tongue all over. She walks closer to the window, caressing her breasts, and writes her phone number in big black numbers on a piece of paper, puts it in the window and waits to see if he will call........... Tiffany I see your phone number and I watch you play with yourself, and it drives me wild. You see me leave my window and return with my phone. I slowly start to remove my boxers and stand there in front of the window for you to see. My cock is so hard watching you as I dial your number. Chris Well everyone that was the last message I have received from Tiffany up to this date. So this next part is all fantasy and if you are lucky (maybe I should say, if I am lucky) the reality ending to this story will be on here soon. I don't just want Tiffany for sex; she is very interesting to me, so if I do finish the reality version, I know it will go in a way different direction. I could see Tiffany slowly pick up her cell phone and place it to her ear. 'Hello' she said in a slow sexy voice, while she caressed her breasts with her other hand at the window. The excitement of hearing her voice added to my excitement and I was involuntarily stroking my cock faster for Tiffany to see. 'I have seen you plenty of times before but never looking as sexy as you do right now' I replied. 'I could sense someone watching and it stirred something within me tonight. I never thought that feeling would be so erotic' she said with lust in her voice from her arousal. 'So not a professional exibitionist I see?' I asked in a playful way. My lust for this girl grew and grew as I watched her. She was everything that I longed for. 'No, never thought I would get so turned on from it, but now I know better' Tiffany said in a playful way. 'Do you have any requests?' My mouth dropped wide open as my head filled with fantasies of what I wanted to see. I didn't know where to start, but I wanted this show to progress in a way that she might come over. 'YES' I blurted out in excitement, 'I saw you cleaning some black stalkings and panties, are they still wet?' 'Yes, but I have a different set' Tiffany explained and let her hand drop to her pussy as I watched her fingers dance around her clit. 'Go put them on' I ordered. She slowly turned around as she walked to her room. She walked so sexy and she knew I was looking at her perfect perky ass as she went around the corner. I couldn't see her anymore, but looking at her silhouette on her blinds from within her bedroom added to the mystery and my desires as I watched. I could see her putting on a bra and then slowly sliding on her panties, what did she look like? My mind felt like it was going to explode. She slowly put one leg on her bed or chair I didn't know and I could see her pulling her stalkings on over one of her legs. She changed legs and did the same in a slow teasing manner, I think she knew I could see her silhouette and I could hear her giggle in the phone. Her silhouette grew larger on the blinds and I could tell she was standing in front of her bedroom window. 'Do you want to see?' Tiffany asked in a quiet, shy voice. 'More then you could know' and no sooner did I say that she slowly started to lift the blinds of her bedroom. She played with me and I loved every minute of it. I could see the top of her stalkings and the V of her pussy that was tucked away in satin panties. 'White I see, very sexy. Is it to show me your virginity?' I asked in excitement. 'Only my virginity to being an exhibitionist' she replied and I could sense her excitement from the sound of her voice. She slowly started to raise the blinds again exposing her flat tummy to me and then her little perfect breasts in a matching satin white bra. When her blinds were fully open, I could see the lust in her eyes and I didn't have a clue what I was doing to myself, I was so lost in my own world as I looked at her. Tiffany slowly turned around and started to bend over her bed placing her hands on the edge of the mattress while exposing her ass to me. The view of her slender legs in stalkings and the way the white satin of her thong slide in-between her ass cheeks was so intoxicating to me. 'I need to touch you' I said without even thinking, those words just fell out of my mouth. 'What is your buzzer number?' she asked quickly. I told her, she hung up her phone and I could see her quickly move away from the window and then all the lights turned dark in her apartment. My heart was racing in anticipation. Was she coming over? I thought to myself. I could see a young couple entering her building and at the same time they opened the door, I could see Tiffany come into view. The couple stopped in mid walk as they held the door for Tiffany. She was wearing a black jacket, that covered her enough, but the tops of her stalkings were still exposed and anyone that looked at her could tell she didn't have much else on underneath. Tiffany walked across the street with grace and confidence, in her white stilettos, towards my building. The young couple just stood at the door and watched her, then I could see them look up and stare at me. I felt so powerful as they looked, more from the fact that they knew why Tiffany was coming over. I slowly turned from the window and walked away from their view. BUUZZZZZ!! It was her, I answered and only told her my apartment number as I heard the door open over the intercom. I knew it would take her a couple of minutes to get to my door and I slowly slid my boxers on as I waited. I could hear her footsteps outside my door and I slowly opened the door for her to come in. Tiffany grabbed me quickly as the door closed behind her with a slam. She kissed me so deeply, feeling the desire between us, as she removed her jacket. Our fingers touched each other everywhere as we kissed at the door. Tiffany's skin felt as soft as the satin did of her lingerie, our kiss was not forced or awkward. I stood abit taller then her and she slowly bent down to remove her stilettos. At The Window 'No, I have something to show you' I said as I took her hand and led her to my balcony in front of me. Tiffany looked even more sexy this close, then she did at her window. My heart raced as I watched her walk in front of me, I couldn't stop looking at her ass, back and how her legs looked in stalkings and heels. I opened the sliding glass door to the balcony as I held her hand while she stepped over the ledge outside with me. It was such a beautiful night, the air was warm with a soft breeze and my patio was lit enough to see her from the light inside my apartment. My patio is wrapped with a glass railing, two chairs and a wicker table in-between them. I slowly sat her down in one of the chairs and sat in the other one as we looked at each other. "What did you want to show me?' she asked, as she looked down at my engorged cock in my boxers. 'Not that' I said with a laugh and a wink as I pointed to her building across the street to the apartment above hers. There was the young couple from downstairs in their bedroom as they quickly ripped each others clothes off in passion. 'Look at what you did to them from seeing you like that' I said and she watched them so closely until we could no longer see them as they lay down on their bed. 'I never knew this could be so erotic, it is like an aphrodisiac' Tiffany explained to me as I slid my chair in close to hers facing her. I reached out my hand and slowly touched the skin of her arm. I couldn't control myself anymore, I reached my hand around her neck and pulled her into me and kissed her deeply. 'I am thirsty; can you get me a glass of water?' Tiffany asked, I stood up to get her water thinking, of course I would do anything for you. "Can you also grab my purse, it should be under my jacket.' Purse? I thought to myself, I never even noticed that she had one, I quickly got her water and purse and stepped back onto the patio to meet her again. My mouth dropped and I almost dropped the water as I looked at her. Tiffany's right leg was dangling over the arm of her chair witch spread her legs open slightly exposing her pussy that was hidden in her panties. One of her hands was gently massaging her breasts while the other hand was tracing the outline of her pussy in her satin panties. I lost all my brain power as I watched her, I must have had such a stupid look on my face. 'Give me my water and purse and sit down, before you fall down' she said with a giggle. I did her every command and placed her water on the table not wanting to blink for I might miss something. She slowly unzipped her purse and pulled out a vibrator from it only removing her hand from her breasts to turn it on. She slowly slide the vibrator through her cleavage and around her breasts enjoying the sensations of the vibrating against her nipples. I could see her nipples grow erect through her bra and my mind filled with fantasies that overwhelmed me. I didn't speak, for I couldn't even form sentences in my head as I watched her. She moaned from her pleasure, which knocked me out of my comatose state. I looked down, I was gently touching my cock through my boxers as she watched me. Tiffany slowly slid her vibrator down her tummy over to her ribs and softly down to her most sensitive spot. We both moaned at the same time when it touched her clit on the outside of her panties, I was in eyelock as I watched her body. She slowly pulled her panties to one side, which spread her lips open to me. I felt like I was one inch tall, waving my hands around in excitement as I danced in the pinkness of her pussy. Then she pushed my little self into her wetness with her vibrator and I came back to reality. "What a wonderful journey I was on' I said to her as I watched her masturbate herself. 'What do you mean?' she asked and I explained to her where I was in my mind. She laughed as she gently slid her vibrator all over her pussy for me. I was distracted from my show for a second as I looked at some people walking by on the street below us. "Well from what I can see you aren't so little to me' she said with a moan. She left her vibrator inside her pussy as she slowly started to remove her bra and panties in such a teasing way. I was in heaven watching her, the pinkness of her erect nipples added to the sex appeal of her show. Her fingers pinched each nipple as her other hand returned to her toy. Tiffany quickly pulled her vibrator out of her pussy, I could see her wetness all around it and then she exploded into orgasm. Her body twitched in the chair and she moaned and gasp so loud, she rubbed her clit so furiously as she cummed for me and all I could do was think how the clenching of her pussy would feel around my cock. She sat back in her chair with a sigh as she was in her world of orgasm. She slowly stood up and took a step towards me as I turned my chair to face her. She stood in front of me, straddling my legs and slid two fingers into her wetness. I slowly grabbed her hand and slid her fingers into my mouth to taste her cum, so sweet and yet tangy. Tiffany bent over slightly and grabbed the elastic around my boxers as she slowly pushed them down off me. My erect cock jumped out at her when it cleared my boxers and I watched how her breasts hung so firm in front of me as she slid my boxers completely off. We got lost in another kiss as I touched her nipples and felt how hard they were in my hand. 'I've been wanting to do this all night' she said with a devilish look on her face. Tiffany lowered her head down to my cock and slid my hardness into her mouth. I sighed as I felt the warmth wrap around me and I watched her press her ass against the glass of the patio railing. She knew exactly what she was doing as she looked up at me with her sexy eyes and smiled with my cock in her mouth. She worked the tip like a pro and took my deep into her throat, the whole time looking at me to see my reactions. She flicked the tip with her tongue as she stroked my shaft with her hand; my cock glistened in the light from the wetness of her saliva mixed with precum. Tiffany slowly started to bend down lower as she started to lick my balls and gently suck on them. I watched her other hand move to her pussy and I could only imagine the view of her ass pressed against the glass from the street below for anyone to see. My hips started to buck as I neared my orgasm, and she just pressed harder onto my hips with her one hand while taking me deeper into her mouth. My balls tucked so close to my body as I moved uncontrollably in her mouth. Tiffany moaned as she felt my shaft clenching in her mouth, I brushed the hair away from her face to see what she was doing. I started to giggle (read my other stories to find out why *wink) as I felt my cock clench with every shot of cum that went into her mouth. She quickly stood up and whipped a trickle of cum off the side of her mouth with her hand. She leaned over, grabbed her vibrator and grabbed me to stand in front of her not giving me a chance to calm down from my orgasm. She wrapped her arms around me and started to kiss me with such force and passion. To my surprise she jumped up onto the railing, hanging her ass over the edge for anyone to see if they walked below. 'I need to cum again!!' she said with urgency in her voice as she handed me her vibrator. She held onto me with her arms wrapped around my neck as I slide to the side of her which caused my still hard cock to press against the glass. The coolness of the glass felt so exhilarating as we exposed ourselves to any watching eye. I reached over the railing and slowly slid it into her awaiting hole. I could feel her push down onto her toy as I felt her wetness on my hand as it slid into her pussy with ease. 'Fuck me harder with it!' Tiffany ordered into me ear as she bit on my earlobe. The wetness I could feel on her vibrator, my fingers and my hand invited me to do her every wish. I felt her arms wrap tight around my neck, I couldn't breath, I didn't care. I felt my hand get wetter and wetter from her pussy as she convulsed in orgasm over the railing. I pulled her toy out of her clenching pussy and threw it on the chair. I needed to fuck her, was all I could think about. I quickly moved my body in-between her spread dangling legs and pulled her off the railing into my arms. I could feel the wetness of her pussy against my tummy as she slowly slid down into a standing position. Savage love was running between us as I grabbed the back of her hair and turned her around so her ass was pressed against my cock. Tiffany reached for the railing and held on as she extended her ass out to me pushing me back. I nearly feel over the chair behind me, but I grabbed her hips for support as I kicked the chair away. I looked down at her awaiting pussy as I slid the tip of my cock through her wetness and then thrust my cock into her with ease. Tiffany screamed in pleasure from the sensation as I let out a deep moan of enjoyment. Her pussy looked so wonderful as it was spread around my cock. I watched her pussy lips get pushed into her pussy and then grip my cock as I pulled out. We fucked and moaned like animals, not paying attention to anything else. I reached my hand out and firmly spanked her ass, Tiffany moaned in enjoyment. I held onto her hips and listened to the sounds of our naked bodies slapping against each other. Tiffany slid one of her hands to her ass and looked back at me with a huge smile and slowly circled her finger around the rose bud of her ass. I watched her in excitement as she penetrated her ass with her finger; she looked so sexy, watching her hair and body bounce from every thrust of our bodies. She grabbed my cock with her hand and slid the wetness of my cock around her awaiting ass. She looked back at me with a smile as she slowly slide me into her tightest hole. 'AAHH!!' she moaned with a bit of pain in her voice as she got accustomed to me being in her. I just held onto her hips and let her take control as she inched her way all around me cock. Her moans changed to more pleasure moans as she quickened up her thrust on me, the whole time looking back at me as I looked at her, not wanting to hurt her. 'Fuck her in the ass!' we heard from the street below. She looked over quickly and I thought this was going to end from the disturbance. There was two young guys watching us, laughing because they thought they were so cleaver from their comment. 'He is!!' she yelled down at them with a hard moan in her voice. 'Now that you can see how it is done, why don't you two run home and fuck each other in the ass!' she yelled down to them in a clearer voice. 'Fuck you!!' they yelled back at her. 'That would be the best thing that ever happened to you!' I yelled at them as they ran away down the street. We started to laugh as I slowly slid out of her and brushed her hair away from her neck and placed kisses on her neck and shoulders. I sat down in the chair that was off to one side and Tiffany sat down on me quickly after. I think she got off from being caught, cause nothing really changed. Tiffany pressed her back into my chest as she tucked her legs close to her body with her feet on my knees. I felt her grab my cock and guide it into her moist pussy as she squatted down on top of me. Her pussy felt so warm and inviting as it engulfed my entire cock. She let out a moan of enjoyment as I moaned from the feeling. Tiffany bounced her little body furiously on me every so often changing the pace to back and forth movements. I placed one hand on her breasts and massaged her tits and nipples while she did most of the work from atop. My other hand moved to her tummy, she was covered in sweat and so was I as I moved my fingers down to her exposed clit. Her clit was so hard as she bounced on me and I could feel my orgasm starting to show. My hips shot up, thrusting my cock deep into her pussy and I could feel the first shot of cum shoot deep into her pussy. After my first shot into her, I could feel her pussy clench so tightly around my cock as she was taken to the heights of her orgasm. I could feel myself ejaculate and then feel the clench of her pussy from her orgasm and it felt like her pussy was sucking my cum into her. At the highest point of our orgasms I grabbed her tight and firm by her tummy pressing my fingers into her ovaries. We both moaned from our sensations and I could feel her body go limp against me as I held her and my head pressed against her back. 'WOW' was all we could say to each other and she slowly stood up and turned around to me. I grabbed her hand and stood next to her, pulled her into me and we ended it of with a kiss. Tiffany walked in front of me as she held my hand, she led me inside. We slowly walked to my bedroom and I could see some cum trickling out of her pussy as she laid down on my bed, but it didn't look like it bothered her. I wrapped our naked bodies in my duvet and fell asleep with her naked body pressed against mine and the wonderful aroma of sex that was lingering in the air... I hope you enjoyed this story and thanks for everyone that sends in a vote and a comment to me, I will be sure to relay any comments to Tiffany as well. At the Window Eva sighed and laid her spoon across her plate. Could the man ever cook. They'd started with hors d'oeuvres, then worked their way through pan-fried sea bass with glazed baby vegetables and a pear and walnut salad over a bed of spring greens before finishing up with a ginger mousse. Eva helped Eric carry their dishes to the sink and then moved to the living room to look out the window. She was impressed despite herself. His flair with food showed creativity and his effort in preparing it made her feel special. She'd never, ever, had a man cook for her before. And this apartment was something else, too. Compared with her studio on the Upper West Side, this place was palatial. She looked out floor-to-ceilings windows at the Hudson River slugging its way toward the ocean. She heard him sit on the couch behind her and sipped again from her third glass of wine, the warmth of it feeling its way toward her fingertips. They'd danced around the attraction between them all night, and she knew it was now or never. She'd come with the intention to seduce, and she would not give in to the jitters. No more taking the easy path, especially not with Eric. Tonight, she'd take what she came for. She just needed a little help first. Eva tipped up her glass and felt the last of the wine slide down her throat. Eric forced his attention outside to consider the view he'd come to take for granted. They'd talked a lot over dinner and he'd been both pleasantly surprised by her knowledge of politics and amused by her fierce opinions on everything from free-range poultry to Oscar night togs. She knew exactly what she liked and why, and clearly stopped at nothing to get what she wanted. He smiled in anticipation. Right now, he knew she wanted him, and the knowledge had him hard as a rock. Their conversation at dinner hadn't been blatantly sexual, but her ingenious little double entendres had him caught between laughing and wanting to take her right there on the table. Eric looked over to study her soft profile as she took in the view from his windows. Hell, the dress itself was enough of a come-on. And while he loved all the teasing, he was more than ready to move beyond the word games to some more serious play. His eyes flicked once again to the view outside the window before coming back to her. From his vantage point on the couch, he definitely had the better view. Like the night they'd first met, her very fine legs were showcased by a very short skirt and very high heels. Eric smiled, remembering his own reaction when she'd taken off her coat in the foyer. He'd fantasized about seeing Eva in red and there she was, draped in scarlet from head to toe. Even her lipstick and polish were a deep, rich ruby. He felt his blood quicken in appreciation of the view he had now. Barely draped in scarlet, he amended with a wicked grin. Her hair was piled high on top of her head and he let his eyes caress her back, bare past the waist. He couldn't wait to get his hands on all that smooth skin. He'd yet to touch her once tonight and the anticipation was quickly building to a breaking point. He watched as Eva shifted her weight to her right hip and widened her stance just a bit. As if the dress itself wasn't enough, Eric thought on a silent groan. She was deliberately provoking him, the little minx. He felt his cock twitch against his fly. Her skirt was so short that her current pose almost threatened full exposure. Almost, but not quite. Time to do something about that. Eric got up and dimmed the lights before moving toward her. The view was great from the couch, he thought, looking again at her long bare legs and silk-covered ass as he approached, but he'd rather have all that skin within reach. Eva could almost feel his eyes on her skin and fought down what she was sure was a full-body flush. She seldom wore her hair up and felt naked with her back fully exposed. But she'd worn the dress with exactly this purpose in mind, she reminded herself. She'd seen the way his eyes devoured her all night. He'd been polite and attentive, but the tension beneath the surface was palpable. She wanted him. Her body remembered the feel of his lips on hers and she shivered at the thought of how much more he could give her. She intended to get what she could from this encounter. She felt him behind her now and almost shivered when he took the glass from her hand. She held her breath as he leaned over to put it down out of reach. The air was thick with tension and Eva felt her knees go weak as his shadow rose again over her reflection in the window. She felt a rush of pleasure slide through her even before his hand reached her. His fingers slid from the nape of her neck to come around and cup her jaw, his touch light. "We had some unfinished business," he said, his voice soft and matter-of-fact as he turned her head to speak directly into her ear. "Didn't we." It wasn't a question, and Eva felt a hard tremor slide through her at his tone, remembering his kiss in the park. The kiss that changed her world. He intended to have her now. That much was crystal clear, and Eva felt herself blush again with the full force of her desire for him—for this. She was more than ready. She'd already made up her mind to play, and play hard. And it was starting. Finally. Eric released her jaw but she didn't move a muscle. She knew he'd felt the heat that washed through her at his words, and she was strung taut with anticipation of his touch. She saw her flushed cheeks and wet, open mouth through half-closed eyes and was stunned by the wantonness of her expression. There was no doubt she was liking this. A lot. And the thought of how she looked to him made her even hotter. Eric ran a slow finger down the bare length of her spine and her shiver followed him down over red silk to trace the curve of her butt. Her skin flushed again as she gasped and arched a bit. Eva turned her head the slightest bit more to look at him over her shoulder and knew as she did that her eyes carried the same faint plea she'd seen in her reflection only moments before. He held her gaze but didn't touch her again and Eva felt as if her skin had come alive. She knew it was ridiculous, but she had the sudden feeling that she'd die if he didn't touch her soon. "Put your hands on the glass," he said quietly, his voice rough. "High." The command sent a jolt of pure fire through her and she closed her eyes briefly to compose herself before looking at him again. They were in full view, she thought, controlling a panicked little spurt of pleasure. While there weren't any apartments facing his, she would be on display in front of a wall of glass. Looking at his eyes now, she saw a savage pleasure there and knew he wouldn't back down. He stood behind her, patient, waiting. Not asking again. Not asking at all. Overwhelmed with her desire for him, Eva closed her eyes and turned her head back toward the glass as she slowly raised her hands. Her fingertips jumped at first contact with the cool, hard surface, and she pressed her palms down, gathering every ounce of self-control she had not to turn around and settle for something less threatening but infinitely less exciting. This was what she was here for. Her pulse went wild as she held the pose for him, feeling his gaze slip over her body. "You're beautiful," he said, his breath hot, like phantom fingers on her sensitive skin. "No one will see you but me." And still he didn't touch her. She could feel her body trembling now, aching for his touch and poised on the cusp of desperation. "Spread your legs wider." The demand sent a gush of heat between her legs, soaking the scrap of silk nestled there and making her painfully tight nipples even harder. Moving slowly on unsteady heels, she felt cool air rush between her thighs and swallowed hard on her excitement. Eric reached out to brush the hem of her dress, and her thighs clenched hard. He was so close, but still he didn't touch. Instead, she felt the silk slide over her skin in the lightest caress possible as he inched her skirt up. Oh. My. God. Her breathing reduced to a sharp pant now, Eva stood still while he pulled her skirt all the way up to drape it over the uppermost curve of her bottom. She'd never felt more exposed, or more aroused, in her life. And then he stepped back. It was all Eva could do not to move. Embarrassment mixed with intense excitement to swirl like a fever through her veins and she could feel herself literally shake with need. His eyes were on her and she burned again with the knowledge of her exposure to him. She watched his reflection as his eyes moved over her. He took his time, and she felt herself get even hotter under his scrutiny. She could almost feel his gaze, like a possessive touch. When finally his eyes came up to meet hers in the glass, his smile was dark and wild, and Eva felt her own lips curl the slightest bit in response. And still, she stood there, not moving a muscle, legs spread. She was hotter than she'd ever been, and she beyond shock now at her own abandon. She heard him approach and arched again in blatant invitation, hardly believing her actions even as she tensed in anticipation of his touch. Was that really her, she wondered, burning with the heat of the moment, watching him in the glass. She never made such needy little noises. But she was breathless and desperate for the feel of his hands—for anything, really. He had her exposed and whimpering and yet she'd never felt more sure of anything. And she knew with sudden certainty that she couldn't wait another second. Eric growled and the sound went straight through her. Just as she thought she might actually beg him to touch her, his right hand slipped inside her dress from the back and he reached up to tug on her nipple. Eva let out a greedy moan and let her forehead rest against the glass. His hand was covered by her dress, but somehow she felt even more exposed like this. He seemed to read her mind. "Easy access," he said, his voice strained with need. "Isn't that why you wore this dress?" She moaned again, unable to answer as he brushed her ass with his left hand then hooked a finger beneath the string of her thong. Her body heat was steaming the glass and she'd lost her view of the city below them. "And this sexy little thing," he said, tugging up on the thong and drawing a strangled gasp from Eva as it dug into tender, engorged flesh. She ground back against his hand in search of greater contact and turned her head to the left against the cool glass. He tugged again, rubbing his thumb against the tiny embroidered dragon at the apex of her cheeks. "Was this for me, too?" She felt his breath against her ear and struggled to hold herself together in the face of his steady tug and release. "Answer me," he said quietly, pulling again on her nipple in tandem with his rhythm down below. She felt herself start to rock her pelvis in time with his tugs and forced out a tortured "yes," not caring that he controlled her so completely with only two points of contact. And with his voice, she thought, frantic to hear it again. He slid his fingers down, still beneath her thong, and reached between her spread legs to feel the wetness there. "I imagine this is for me, too, then," he said, spreading the moisture around before pushing a finger up inside her and pinching her nipple, hard. She heard the satisfaction in his voice and expelled her breath on a long, drawn-out moan. His fingers pumped in and out with the motion of her hips, and when he withdrew his hands, she whimpered again. She was desperate to feel his touch, desperate to touch him ... desperate just to see him. She turned her head more to look at him from heavy-lidded eyes and saw his features taut with the same need she felt. "What do you want?" he asked, moving his right hand from her breast to thread his fingers in her hair and force her head back more for a scorching kiss. And still only his mouth and hands touched her. "I want to touch you," she said breathlessly when he pulled away. Eva started to turn toward him, but he reached out and placed her hands firmly back on the glass before running his palms down the length of her arms and body to settle on her ass again and then leave her. She heard a zipper, then the sound of foil being torn and she tensed, but still he held back. His hands reached back around beneath her dress, one to a breast, one down her belly beneath her thong, and he squeezed. "This dress will live in my fantasies forever," he said, his voice tight in her ear. "To the outside world, we're just a couple enjoying the evening view together." Her thighs clenched again as she felt him pull aside her thong and nudge himself up against her slick entrance. "You want to touch me?" he asked, his voice hard with strain now. Again he squeezed both hands—pinching, pulling—and again she felt her body tighten in response. She was so ready. She couldn't take another minute of this. Another second. "No." She choked it out and arched against him, trying desperately to stay in control. "Good," he said, then slammed inside and slid two fingers down around her clit while he pulled hard on her nipple. His rhythm was furious, and Eva came to a screaming climax within seconds, overwhelmed by the fury of their joining. She braced herself against the glass as he came right behind her, his face reflected in a silent scream of ecstasy. Then she was caught up in his arms as he lifted her feet off the ground and backed up toward the couch. He sat, bringing her down on top of him and folding himself around her. When her heart had slowed its frantic pace, Eva moved her head to the side and looked up at him. He was smiling drowsily down at her. "Not bad for the first time, huh?" She laughed, still a bit breathless and not used to the feeling of him still inside her. "Much, much better than not bad," she said, sated and content, completely boneless. They sat tangled on the couch for long minutes, his hand caressing her leg, eyes closed in utter contentment. "More wine?" she asked finally, pulling herself off his lap and adjusting her thong with an embarrassed little blush. "I'll get it." "Sure," he said with a chuckle. "I could use something to drink. There's a nice Chardonnay in there." He smiled lazily up at her. Eva crossed to the kitchen and found the white in the fridge. She poured two glasses and stopped a minute to collect herself before heading back in. Resting her palms on the granite countertop, she let her head fall forward. Sex with Eric had been a nearly transcendental experience. She raised her eyes to find her image in the glass on the cabinet doors and had to close her eyes against the memory of her reflection in the windows when he drove her over the edge. Finally, she opened her eyes and picked up the glasses. She was going back out there to get as much more of him as she could before she'd buckle down and do what she really came here to do. Checking her reflection in the glass of the cabinet doors, she headed back out to the living room. He looked up when she entered, and Eva smiled before moving toward the couch. He looked relaxed, his broad shoulders loose, pants still undone, his legs splayed with hands resting lightly on his thighs. Slightly rumpled and extremely sexy. She settled down beside him and handed him a glass, and he looked at her for a second before taking a sip. His eyes traveled from her mouth down over her breasts and thighs to follow the length of her bare legs before coming back up. She felt her breath stop and her nipples tighten as his gaze stopped there. "You know," he said, very seriously, looking back up at her eyes, "I've yet to see the rest." She smiled at the twinkle in his eye and leaned in to graze his lips in a butterfly kiss. "That's what the bedroom is for."