5 comments/ 38711 views/ 2 favorites Beating the Heat By: True North He woke up suddenly, sweaty, hot, twisted up in the bedding from thrashing around. He didn't want to wake up. He had a splitting headache and was pretty sure that if he opened his eyes, it'd be painful. He threw back the sheet that still covered him swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there. He sat still and listened. It was quiet. Quiet because the air conditioner had crapped out again in the middle of the night, the piece of shit. He held his head in his hands. It was pounding and the fact the room felt like 35 degrees didn't help. He stood up and, eyes still closed, felt his way out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the bathroom. The windowless bathroom was always dark and he opened his eyes. In front of the toilet, he sighed as he took a long piss. He now felt a bit better, but his head was still splitting. He opened a drawer in the vanity, fished around for headache pills and popped three into his mouth. Bending at the sink, he turned on the tap and sucked enough water out of his palm to get them down. As his eyes became used to the low light, he stumbled back into his bedroom, looked at his alarm clock to see it was 3 a.m. then opened the curtains on the window. He pulled the window open wide and felt no fresh air whatsoever entering the room. Figures, he thought. No air conditioning, no breeze, no cool. He was sweaty all over. Nice July night. With his arms on the windowsill, he looked out at the stars which were dimming as morning approached. Head still pounding, he looked around the courtyard a floor below him. Nothing and nobody moved. No lights were on in any of the apartments across the way, but he could hear the rooftop air conditioner working over there, so all those bastards were likely nice and cool in their beds. Shit. Suddenly, he noticed movement across the courtyard and below. Just a stone's throw away from his second floor balcony, but on the bottom floor of the neighbouring building, the door to the patio opened and a woman walked out onto the tiny concrete pad. Looking down and across the courtyard, he saw her step onto the patio and move to the railing which surrounded it. She stood there, leaning on the railing, also looking around the courtyard. She appeared to be dressed in short black shorts and a black spaghetti strap top. She leaned a little further out over the railing, to look down the side of the building and he vaguely noticed she had light-coloured hair pulled back and what appeared to be a decent rack between her arms. Nice, he thought. Looked like someone had moved into the formerly vacant apartment across from him. He watched as she looked around, like him, apparently not seeing anybody awake or in the courtyard. He continued leaning on his window sill as he watched her. She appeared to be of average height and looked to have earbuds in place. Who are you? he wondered. What are you listening to? She straightened from the railing and stretched luxuriously. From what he could see, her shirt appeared to stretch nicely across her breasts. He looked at his alarm; only 3:20, still not enough light to see her decently. When he looked back, she was swaying to whatever music was playing from the iPod in her hand. He watched as her body moved, slowly, hips moving, feet lightly shuffling to a beat. She raised her arms, the iPod in one hand, the chord dangling to her earbuds, and sensuously waved them as she slow danced by herself. He couldn't see, but he imagined her eyes were closed as she listened and swayed. He was glad the light wasn't on behind him. As he watched her move, he reached down to his cock and began slowly stroking. As he hardened and stroked, his head pounded even more, but he didn't stop. He reached down to stroke his balls with his other hand, still watching her. Despite the pounding in his head, he continued. Stroking and watching, stroking and watching. Sweating even more freely now, he watched as she moved and, as he came, plugged his peehole with a finger so he wouldn't gush all over his wall. Peehole plugged, he went back to the bathroom and the toilet where he released his cum into the toilet. Head and cock both throbbing, he spurted into the toilet, which at least provided some relief. He wiped up with some toilet paper, then went back to his window. She wasn't there and he was a little disappointed. She must have gone back inside, where her air conditioning was likely working, to go to sleep. He flopped back onto his own bed and eventually fell into a fitful slumber. Cumming was always a help when he couldn't sleep. A few days later, the sudden stop of the apartment's air conditioning woke him. In one moment, all was cool in his bedroom as the air conditioner wafted air over him, and in the next, he could feel the temperature rising and sweat breaking out at his hairline. He got out of bed, went over to the air conditioning control unit on the wall by the kitchen and checked it out. Sure as shit, it was blank, no temperature showing at all. In the quiet of the kitchen, he cursed. Walking back into his bedroom, he looked at his alarm. 3 a.m. again. It was like the friggin' air was on a timer. He then looked out the window, his eyes drawn to her patio across the courtyard. He caught a quick glimpse of somebody, likely her, walking back into the apartment from the patio. Shit, he thought. Must have missed her. He'd have like to have seen a little more of that body... That day after work, he was sitting on his balcony, having a cold beer and reading the sports pages. His team had won again, and looked good doing it. He sipped the beer. Life was good. He got up, walked inside to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of potato chips from a cupboard. He reached into the fridge, grabbed another beer then stepped back out onto the balcony. As he sat again on one of the lawn chairs he had bought for the balcony, he looked toward her patio. She was there. He picked up his paper and held it so he could look over the pages and down toward her. She was wearing a black with white polka dots bikini and was placing a lounge chair on her patio. She walked back inside, then carried out a small table which she set near the lounger. She went in again and carried out an iPod, which she set on the table near her, along with some kind of large, fruity looking drink. He could see now that she had curly blonde hair which fell almost to her shoulders. Plenty of cleavage too, he noticed, with nicely shaped breasts kept in place by a low-cut bikini top. He popped a couple of chips into his mouth, reached to grab his beer for a sip and the paper folded and fell away, giving a clear view of her as she stretched out on the lounger. He took the paper in both hands again, the better to watch her from behind. Dipping the pages a little lower, he saw that she had moved the lounger so her legs were in the sun. She looked nicely tanned and the legs were well formed and nicely muscled. Leaning forward to reach for his beer, he lowered the paper and noted that, although most of her body was not in the sun, she looked tanned all over. He sat back, drank deeply and pretended to read his paper. She had plugged in the ear buds again and was sipping her drink as she listened. She was wearing sunglasses, so he still couldn't see her eyes. She placed her drink on the table next to her and stretched out, putting her hands behind her head on the lounger. Her breasts lifted as she did so, and they strained lightly at the bikini top. His cock stirred beneath his boxers and shorts. Okay, he thought, this is getting stupid. He couldn't just sit and get harder while she was lying over there. He sat forward, folded his paper, took his beer in hand and grabbed the bag of chips. As he stood to go inside, he looked down at her. She tipped up her sunglasses, looked up at him and gave a little wave. Hoping she couldn't see up at his crotch, he gave her a quick wave back and went inside. Whew. He had to see more of her. Going to a closet, he rummaged around until he found the binoculars he usually kept stashed there for wildlife viewing. In his bedroom, he very slightly parted the curtains and looked out. Hmm. He couldn't quite see her because she was at the front edge of her patio. He walked back to the kitchen, picked up a chair and carried it into his bedroom. Placing it near the parted curtains, he stood on the chair and looked downward through the opening again. Perfect. He could see her stretched out on the lounger. To keep the curtains nearly closed, he tipped the binoculars and looked through just one eyepiece, closing his other eye so he could focus. With the binoculars' magnification, he roamed over her body with his eye. Blonde, natural looking, still with the sunglasses on and nicely shaped lips with little or no lipstick. Nice, a natural girl. Moving downward, he noted that yes, the breasts were full and stretching the bikini material. At maximum magnification, he could just see nipples. He hardened further as he gazed at her. Pulling the binoculars inside the curtains, he set them down on the chair. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the bed, then undid the belt, button and zipper of his shorts and pushed them and his boxers down his legs. He kicked them off onto the floor, then picked up the binoculars again. He moved over her body, noting a quite flat belly, innie bellybutton and some kind of Celtic knot tattoo just above the bikini. He made a quick scan down her legs to pink-painted toenails, then back up to her crotch. There didn't appear to be a bush under the black and white bikini bottom and he couldn't see any hair peeking out from under the material. Holding the binoculars in one hand, he reached to his cock as he studied her groin area. Mmm. He began stroking as he looked her over with the binoculars. Very nice, he thought. Glad you moved in. As before, he stroked as he watched her, imagining her body under the bikini and how warm her skin would be in the sun. He stroked for several minutes, then tossed the binoculars onto the bed and came into his other hand. He jumped off the chair, went to the bathroom and cleaned up, a big smile on his face. The next day, before going to work in the morning, he ambled down the sidewalk out in the courtyard. Trying not to be obvious, he stepped off the sidewalk toward her patio and quickly looked up toward his balcony. His was the only one she could see because of a wall along her patio. Cool. That meant none of the other doofuses that lived in the place had his view of her. Sweet. It was nice to have an end unit. He walked to his car and headed to work with a smile on his face. While at work, he found himself thinking back to watching her through the binoculars. When his cock began stirring again, he tried to quit thinking of her body. The situation, he realized, thinking about it, was kind of like that Hitchcock movie he'd seen on a classic movie channel. He couldn't remember the name of it, but the guy in the movie had busted his leg or something and spent his time watching people from his window. There was a murder involved, if he remembered right, but it was mainly about the guy watching people from his window. He smiled. It's like I'm in a movie. He didn't see her for a few days. He'd been sleeping through the night as the air conditioner had been blissfully cooperative and after work, when he'd have a beer on his balcony, she hadn't seemed to be around. He felt a little cheated. A week later, though, the temperature had been running at a record high for a few days and of course, the A/C crapped out in the middle of the night once again. Waking, he again had a bit of headache, was sweating and kicked off the sheet that had been covering him. It was quiet, as no air was blowing. He went into the bathroom, flicked on the light and dug out some headache medicine, he swallowed a couple of pills, then took a leak before going back into his bedroom. As had become his habit, he opened the curtains and looked out and below, toward her patio. She was there. She was again stretched out on her lounger. He checked the time. 4:30 a.m. and the sky was lightening. He went out to the kitchen, grabbed the chair and placed it front of his bedroom window again. He then picked up the binoculars off the dresser and stepped up onto his viewing platform. Looking down at her, he noted that this time, she was wearing white, but he couldn't tell if it was a bikini, maybe just bra and panties. Through the binoculars, he could see that her hair was pulled back again, that she had a small pendant hanging from a chain around her neck and that her earbuds were in place. Just as his cock was hardening once again as he looked her over, he saw that her eyes were closed. As he watched, though, she reached up and cupped a breast in one hand. Moving the binoculars, he could see she was fondling herself and lightly rubbing a nipple. His cock throbbed. Then, as he watched, her hand moved from her breast down to her belly. He gulped as she slipped her hand inside her panties. He found himself holding his breath as he watched her hand move under the thin material; clearly, she was fingering herself, right there, right now. Wow. His eyes were glued to her as she pulled her hand out of her panties, ran her fingertips over her body and then put them to her mouth. The tip of her tongue emerged and he watched as she licked her fingers lightly. He swallowed hard and watched as she moved her hand from her mouth and... looked up and waved at him. Shit, he muttered and jumped down from the chair. Shit, she looked right at his window. He turned to put the binoculars back on the dresser and realized he'd left the bathroom light on. He groaned. With the light coming in his bedroom door, he must have been backlit at his window. She'd seen him watching her! Shit, shit, shit. He went back to bed, but between the hot air in his room and the thought that the cops might be outside his door at any moment, he couldn't sleep. He barely managed to zombie his way through work the next day. He spent a lot of time considering how he could talk himself out of trouble if she lodged a complaint with the police. For a few days, though, nothing happened. No police appeared at his door, she didn't seem to be around, and after complaints to management, the air conditioner had been running. He'd been sleeping through the night. He was wondering if she'd only been in the apartment on a short-term rental and had maybe left. Or left because she'd caught him watching her? Who knew? Then, again one day after work, he was having a beer on his balcony when she appeared again on her patio. She was wearing the black and white bikini and sunglasses again and, although he felt like a fool, he waved at her. She looked up at him for several moments before waving back. Good, he thought, it can't be all bad. As he drank his beer, she walked back inside, then returned with a drink, her iPod and a pair of binoculars. Shit, he thought, was she trying to make a point of some kind? With no newspaper or anything to hide behind, he just drank his beer and tried not to look her way. That night, he couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of a faulty air conditioner. He simply felt compelled to see if she was out there. He had to know if she was out there. He peeked out through the curtains. She was out there -- at 2 a.m., it was darker than usual. This time, he turned on no lights, got the chair, placed it in front of the window, climbed up on it and again parted the curtains slightly so he could look out through just the one eyepiece. She was sitting on a chair at the table for a change, in her bra and panties again. There was a low wattage light on the table, giving off a soft glow, and she was writing on a pad of paper. Writing to a boyfriend? he wondered. She couldn't be working in the middle of the night could she? She had a cup of something on the table, and so were her binoculars. Odd. He watched her as she sipped from her cup. She finished with whatever she was writing, then put her earbuds in again. Then, she put down her cup and toyed with the binoculars on the table. She picked them up, put them to her eyes and looked up in the direction of his window. Shit, he thought, pulling back into his room. Then he realized that she couldn't possibly see him. With no light on at all, he had to be invisible. Didn't he? He eased the one eyepiece between the curtains and she was still looking up at the window. What the hell? He was sure she couldn't see him, but she kept looking up at where he'd be if she could see him. It was unnerving. Then she gave a wave in his direction. What the fuck? he thought. She couldn't see in the dark, could she? Was anybody's vision that good? What the hell was she up to? He watched as she put down her binoculars, pulled out the earbuds and stood. Instead of just walking back inside her apartment, though, she stepped to the back of her patio and leaned against the wall. She waved up at where he was again; again making him wonder what she was doing and if she could actually see him, or was guessing he was there. He continued watching through the one eyepiece. He simply couldn't look away. She was now just standing there, looking up toward his window. He was feeling that things were really not right at this point. Then, as he closely watched her face, she quit leaning against the window to stand, still looking up. Then, she amazed him by reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. Still looking in his direction, she removed her bra. His cock sprang to life as he gazed at her full, well-rounded breasts. With the eyepiece pressed tight to his eye, she fondled her breasts with both hands and he reached down and began stroking as he watched her. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, licked her lips and then cupped a breast in each hand, almost as if she was holding them out to him. Practically unblinking now as he watched and stroked, she bent and took her panties in hand. She then bent over slowly, pushing them down her legs and stepped out of them. She had no tan lines at all. He moved his gaze up and down her body. Her pussy was bare and, as he watched, she moved her feet apart to spread her legs wide. His whole focus was between her legs, where the soft light barely illuminated the space. He gulped as she stood with her hands behind her back, facing his way and still looking up at his window. He felt sure he could see her lips, but it may have been his imagination, or just what he wanted to see. Then, suddenly, she stepped to the table, picked up her iPod, binoculars, and writing paper and walked inside her apartment. Damn, he thought. That was un-fucking believable. He walked into his bathroom and, with her body in his mind, jerked off into the toilet once again, his cum flowing freely at the memory of what he'd just seen. Now he didn't feel like such a weirdo. It was obvious she didn't mind him watching her. Maybe she was an exhibitionist? Or a nympho? He could only hope. He chuckled as he cleaned up again. Yet another week passed, with no sign of her. He'd even walked down the sidewalk between buildings a couple of times, hoping to see her. He felt like asking around, to see if any neighbours knew her, but thought that'd be going too far. Besides, he didn't want to give anyone else any clue of what he'd been going through. Torture, sweet, sweet, torture. She was all he could think about; pretty much most of the time, and he found himself hoping like hell she'd make an appearance again. He'd thought of telling his buddy Steve what had happened, but he'd likely mess it up, or show up and scare her off by trying to get a look for himself. Steve was like that. Another few days passed and he arrived home late on a Friday after meeting some friends at a sports bar to watch the football game. It was already dark and he went to the fridge for a beer. Then, as he did every day numerous times, he looked out his window to see if she was there. She was. She was wearing a bikini again, but kind of a lime green instead of the black and white one. He stepped back into his bedroom and stripped off his clothes, anticipating... well, he thought, who knew what? Beating the Heat in DC Summer 2012: Beating the Heat in DC It's early July in DC--and already unseasonably hot and sticky in the nation's capital. The heat wave is unbearable with temperature in triple digits and everyone is seeking relief, even at night. My name is Han-Na, a Korean-American working in DC for a multinational company based in Seoul. I'm in my mid-20s, 5'8" tall, and about 110 lbs. in my stocking feet. My bilingual skills in Korean and English are highly sought and I was lucky to find a job coming out of college in the middle of a tight job market. I'm doubly fortunate that I get to work in an air-conditioned modern office building just south of the Mall, not far from the Anacostia River. I live in a nice apartment building near M St., NE, and 3rd St., SE, a few blocks north of the new Yards Park on the Anacostia River. During the weekend, I happened to see pictures on cnn.com about kids playing in the water fountains in Yards Park and reminded me that I could seek cool relief not easily found anywhere in the city. Dozens of kids (and grownups) were cavorting in the playful fountains near the main entrance of the park. Others drenched themselves in the waterfall that fed the basin below. As I sat at my desk at work and thought about the scorching heat outside, I fantasized about getting soaked in the fountain and waterfall. An idea came to mind that would satisfy my stocking fantasies tonight. I could hardly wait for 4:30 to head home to my apartment. SORORITY INITIATION Hardly anyone knows about my secret fantasies that I have harbored since college days when I was first introduced, rather accidentally, to sexy underwear and stockings. The sorority that I pledged for, Zeta Alpha Tau, was trying out a new initiation ritual inspired by all the new Victoria's Secret stores popping up in major cities. Until then, my tastes in underwear were pretty conservative--plain cotton briefs and sports bras. They were inexpensive and matched my simple lifestyle which included jogging, biking, and weight training. I had no real need for anything fancier. However, the new ZAT initiation required us to wear sexy underwear and clothing selected for us for an entire semester. Any deviation from the prescribed wear led to expulsion. As I grew up in a somewhat traditional Korean household with my parents who had immigrated to the States in the 1980s, I knew nothing about what stylish American women liked to wear under their "dress-to-kill" dresses and skirts. I guess one could say that I led a sheltered life. At the first ZAT meeting when we received initiation instructions, everything seemed too daring and risque--but I was eager to follow orders to get into the sorority. I learned that I would be required to wear sexy underwear all the time, even during weekends and evenings, such as garter belts, girdles, thong panties, sheer panties, no bra, and sheer stockings--preferably old-style RHTs and FFs. This was a new world! The first time I went shopping, my sorority "sister" assigned to me took me around to various lingerie shops in the DC area. It was truly an adventure and eye-opener! I remember the first lingerie shop we visited was named Joy's Delights in a small strip mall outside of Rockville, MD. When we stepped into the store, my eyes opened up wide when I saw for the first time, all kinds of sexy underwear. I must admit I got a little thrilled to see the assortment of garter belts, OBGs, skimpy panties, and nightwear. The salesgirl sized me up and figured that I was a newbie--so she kindly asked me for my waist size, panty size, and foot size. She took me to a changing room with an armful of things to try on. My sorority "sister," Wendy, joined us to help me out. Stripping down to practically naked was a little uncomfortable since I never undressed before anyone before--not even my own family. But there I was in my birthday suit. The only thing I had left on were my cotton panties--partly for modesty, but also so I could try on different panties. Over an hour, I tried on a number of different garter belts. They all fit my slim waist nicely, but I liked several basic colors: white, beige, baby blue, pink, and black. I also tried a variety of panties, but I preferred the high-cut sheer panties for comfort and feel. The salesgirl brought out a variety of sheer stockings to try on. Having worn pantyhose and knee-highs for most of my adult life, the feel of real nylon stockings overwhelmed me. Never had I felt anything so sexy and stimulating. As I slipped the FFs and RHTs on my lithe legs, I felt my body shiver and my cunt getting moist. Looking at myself in the full mirror, I looked fantastic in garter belt, sheer panties, and stockings! Not wearing a bra felt liberating also! Feeling the thrill, I knew that I could not go back to bare legs or pantyhose. I must have spent over $200 in just the first lingerie shop. We visited a few others in the area, but I didn't buy much more for the time being. At the local mall, I picked up a small wardrobe of sexy dresses that would show off my legs. I especially liked the sundresses and slip dresses which were light and cheery--especially during the hot summer months. For the rest of the year, I settled for an assortment of skirt/blouse combos and short dresses. This was the new Han-Na--a total remake into a steamy, sexy young woman! STOCKING FANTASIES During my college years after initiation into ZAT and the world of fine lingerie, I wore stockings every day, practically 24/7--even wearing stockings to sleep. I couldn't get enough. Some of my fellow ZAT sisters also really got into sexy underwear and stockings, but nowhere as fanatically as me. I was hooked--a sex addict! Daily, I felt the impulse to wear my sexiest underwear, sheerest nylons, and most revealing clothes. Increasingly, I had the urge to go "public," wearing revealing clothes in risky, outdoor places. Summer was the best because I could wear sheer sundresses and slip dresses out in public with my finest garter belts, panties and stockings underneath. It was especially refreshing on a hot day to stand under an outdoor shower,soaking myself from head to toe, and rinsing off the sweat and cooling off my superheated pussy. My dates got sexier as the word got around that I liked sexy clothing and like to show off. On first dates, it was pretty common for guys to start stroking my thighs seeking my garter straps and stocking tops, feeling my nylon-covered legs, and inching their hands up to my sheer panties--but heavy petting was as far as I allowed because I was going to "save" myself for my husband. I wasn't a true virgin anymore. On many a date, the petting progressed to plunging roaming fingers into my cunt and bringing me to the ultimate climax. Needless to say, there were many frustrated guys falling by the wayside who failed to stick their bulging dicks up my vagina. Aside from going on countless hot dates, I lived out my fantasies by going out in public with sexy dresses, underwear, and stockings. Starting out with regular dresses and skirts, I began getting more daring with sundresses and even slip dresses. Lately, with all the hot weather in DC, I even starting going out wearing filmy white slip dresses with colorful designs. Even in the daytime, the colorful patterns concealed what I was secretly wearing underneath--white garter belt, sheer white panties, and tan RHT stockings. With the unbearable heat in the streets, stockings were so much cooler than pantyhose which heated up the crotch. A slight breeze blowing into the bottom of my light dress felt so refreshing! I wore such sheer old-style stockings, 10 or 15-denier, that my legs appeared bare. The only hint that I was wearing real stockings was the reinforced heels and toes--but close-toed shoes and sandals hid them nicely. COOLING OFF IN THE FOUNTAINS It was finally 4:30 and time to go home. As usual, I had gone to work wearing a dark business suit--but underneath i had on a royal blue garter belt, sheer baby blue panties, and vary blue RHTs. All day, I could feel my nylon-covered legs brushing against each other. Perhaps no one else heard the distinct swishy sound of nylons rubbing. I could hardly wait to change into something more comfortable--and sexier--for my foray into the evening outdoors. It took only 15 minutes to walk home from the office, but I was already drenched in sweat from head to toe. My crotch was dripping with sweat. First thing I did was to strip off my business suit down to stockings and undies and jump in the shower, washing everything off with steaming hot water. Switching to cold water, it felt so refreshing! Stepping out, I stripped off my garter belt, panties and stockings and hung them up to dry. After drying off, I rummaged through my overflowing lingerie drawer and picked out a white garter belt, sheer hi-cut white panties, and a pair of Hanes RHT stockings in my favorite color, "Barely There." Sitting on the sofa, I slid the stockings up my left leg and attached the garter clips, then the right side. The sheer white panties were next. The white garter straps were clearly visible through the transparent panties. Wow, it felt soooo nice! No bra tonight. Next was my favorite white slip dress that was so filmy and light. My garter belt, panties and stockings were almost visible through the sheer dress, but the random bright color patterns concealed what was just underneath. But backlighting would have revealed the silhouette of my legs. I was now ready to stroll to the nearby Yards Park, a few blocks south. Instead of regular heels, I chose a pair of clear plastic jelly sandals which were super light and comfortable. In the low evening light, the reinforced heels and toes of my stockings wouldn't be too visible. As I walked down 3rd Street toward the park, it was already dusk, and there were quite a few people heading down from nearby apartments to Yards Park to enjoy the fountains in the blazing heat and sweltering humidity. Most park-goers were already stripped down to shorts and bathing suits, so I was a little dressed up by comparison. I arrived at the park entrance shortly and stood in front of the fountains that greeted park visitors. Several rows of fountains shot up into the air as dozens of grownups stepped into the fountain to get drenched. I followed suit and stood in the middle of the dancing columns of water lit up by blue lights. Standing directly over one of the fountains in the middle row, the cool jet of water shot up into my hot crotch and bathed my nylon-covered legs all the way to my pussy. Obscured by all the water shooting up, people standing next to me couldn't see my stockinged legs exposed as the fountain occasionally lifted the edge of my flimsy slip dress to my waist. My right hand went down to my panty crotch which was completely exposed and my middle finger rubbed my clit which was moist--not from the fountain water, but from within. It felt so wonderful to be totally soaked in cool water and getting excited as I rubbed my clit through the filmy sheer panties. My slip dress was soaked through and through and my dark nipples probably peeked through the sheer dress. Suddenly, the fountain water dropped to the bottom as the fountain began a new cycle. I stood there in the open with my hand under the front of my dress. The hem was lifted up, but only the front section; the retreating water brought the rest of the slip dress down to just above my knees. Looking down, I could see the outline of my white garter belt, panties and darkened stocking tops through the sheer dress material--but it wasn't that obvious in the dim light. Time to move on to the cascading waterfall below the fountains..... It was a short walk down the stairs to the basin where more people were wading in the shallow water to cool off. But one of the popular places was to walk on a pathway at the edge of the basin that leads to the back of a cascading waterfall from the fountain above. Instead of walking around the perimeter of the basin, I stepped into the basin and crossed over to the other edge where I followed the path to the back of the waterfall. Inspired by YouTube video clips and photos of kids standing under the cascade, I moved under the falling water and reveled in the cool water pouring down from above. I was totally soaked through. The water flowed into the top of my slip dress, pouring over my bare chest and breasts, then down my abdomen and nylon-covered legs. I don't know how long I stood under the water, but I lost track of time and totally forgot about others in the area. My mind had drifted off as I rubbed my pussy through the soaked sheer panties and rubbed my hands up and down my drenched nylons and garter straps. I felt light-headed and felt close to coming. All I could hear was the rushing water falling on my body. I didn't even notice that someone had slipped behind the waterfall. Suddenly, without warning, I felt a pair of rough hands from behind grasping my bare breasts through the flimsy slip dress. Fingers pinched my nipples which were hardening as they were fondled. Shocked, I couldn't move. A low, husky voice whispered into my ear, "Stay quiet and I'll add to your pleasure. I also enjoy nylon stockings and wet sex. You look so hot all wet." His right hand moved down the front of my body and pulled up the front of my slip dress to my waist, tucking the hem inside my garter belt. He reached down to my crotch, rubbing against my pussy through my sheer panties--up and down, one finger sliding along the crack and fondling my clit. His other hand slid down my garter straps, along the stocking tops, and along the front of my thighs stroking my silky smooth nylons down to my knees. Could anyone see what was happening from the front of the cascading water, or was I totally hidden by the waterfall? His hands worked their magic on my cunt as they stroked my pussy and thighs. "Oh, your pussy feels so soft and your nylons feel so sexy. Let me slide my dick into your wet cunt." With that, I felt a stiff rod from behind sliding in and out against my cunt. It felt incredibly stiff and huge--larger than anything I ever felt. His dick rubbed against the sheer nylon panties, just itching to get underneath to the prize awaiting him. One hand pulled aside one edge of my panties and his dick slid under, now directly rubbing against my pussy. Oh, God, I can't take it anymore. I was about to explode and have a pyrotechnic meltdown. He then released his hold and turned me around 180, now embracing me in a frontal bear hug. With all the water falling on my head, I couldn't clearly see his face, but I could tell he was a little taller than me, perhaps almost 6 feet tall, muscular, and bearded. My eyes were blurry from being so close and obscured by the cascading waterfall. He embraced me tightly and gave me a deep French kiss, exploring my mouth fully. His dick was now rubbing along the front of my pussy, turning up the fire within me. My backside was facing out now, so I wondered what others looking at the waterfall could see now--a semi-naked woman with soaked slip dress, garter belt, sheer panties, and dark tan stockings? Or, perhaps just a blurry form of someone standing under the waterfall? I barely had time to think about that as he pulled down my sheer panties and hoisted me up off my feet. I instinctively wrapped my nylon-sheathed legs around his back and locked my ankles together. He plunged his foot-long log (or so it seemed) straight up my super lubricated cunt. I was now impaled on his enormous prick and sliding up and down steadily and slowly, writhing in erotic agony--firing me up ever so mercilessly. I almost lost consciousness as we both exploded together. Our scream together of total release was drowned out by the noise of the falling water. Next thing I remember is that he withdrew his engorged dick from my sore tunnel, dropped me down onto my feet, turned around quickly and disappeared around the edge of the waterfall--and he was gone, like I imagined the whole affair. I was in a daze from my first but most incredible orgasm from a real fuck, not just self-pleasuring or heavy petting. So this is what it's like! My virginity was now gone, but so what. I staggered out from the front of the waterfall with my slip dress in complete disarray. The wet dress was still stuck inside my garter belt exposing, everything up to my waist--and my sheer panties were down around my ankles. There were still some people cooling off in the pool, but they weren't paying attention to me. I quickly pulled the dress hem out of my garter belt, pulled up my panties, and readjusted my dress. I slowly walked back up the stairs and went back into the fountain for one last soak as the fountains fired up again--shooting cool, refreshing water up my dress and rinsing all the cum off my swollen cunt. The walk back to my apartment took only 10 minutes. Little did I imagine that this would be one night of sinful ravishing by a total stranger and living out a wet fantasy that I would never forget. Back at my apartment, I stepped into the shower and rinsed my whole body, dress and undies and all. I never felt so thrilled and fulfilled. Tomorrow night, do I dare do the same thing? I wonder if that guy will be there again? I'll find out... Beating the Heat This time, he didn't bother with the binoculars. Instead, he got the chair, parted the windows and just gazed lustfully at her while he sipped his beer. Again, she was at the little table with the soft light turned on (just like he was, he realized) and writing something while listening to her iPod. As he watched, she stood and moved to her lounger, where she reclined and sipped a drink that had been on the patio beside her. She looked up at his window and waved. He didn't know what to do. Was she guessing he was there? Did she know he was? How could she know? Did she hope he was watching? She wasn't doing anything erotic... Did she expect him to do... what? He was at a loss. He peeked out again and she was still lying there, looking up at his window. He pulled back into his room again. What to do? What to do? He decided to go ahead and risk letting her know he was watching her; she didn't seem to mind. Maybe if he let her know he was watching, she'd do something awesome again. He went and turned on the bedroom light, then walked back and opened the curtains part-way. He got up on the chair, knowing he'd be silhouetted and she'd see him there, and maybe see he was naked, but at this point, he didn't know what else to do. He just couldn't do nothing. She was still there and looking up at his window. She waved. The light was dim, but he thought he saw her smile, though that might have been wishful thinking. With the light on the table beside her, she was side-lit, which nicely showed her curves. The lime green of her bikini kind of glowed in the light, too, which was hot. As he watched her, she bent to the table beside her and picked up her writing pad. Looking up at his window, she then held up the pad, barely lit by the table light. He couldn't see what was written, so he got down from the chair, grabbed the binoculars and got back. She was still holding up the writing pad and he focused in on it with the binoculars. In blocky letters written with a large marking pen was the word "balcony". He lowered the binoculars. Balcony? What about the balcony? He looked back at her. He should step out on the balcony? He was hesitating, not sure what to do, and looked back at her. She raised an arm and pointed to his balcony. There you go, then, he thought, she wants me out on my balcony. He pondered that for a few moments and wondered if he should put on some clothes. He got off the chair, grabbed his beer and walked through the apartment to the balcony door. Buck naked and already hard, he took a breath and stepped out into the dark of his balcony. When he looked down to her patio, he saw her, still on the lounger, but now with the binoculars held up to her eyes. He sipped his beer and looked down at her. She didn't lower the binoculars but kept them trained on him, checking him out. He chugged his beer down, then made a show of shrugging. He wasn't sure what to do. But she didn't lower the binoculars, just moved them up and down, looking him over. What the hell, he thought. He was out here now, she was looking at him and nobody else could from their balconies... He looked down at her and began stroking as he stood there. He eased his foreskin back, then spit on the head and slowly worked it around. Looking back at her, he took his cock in hand and began rhythmically getting himself off. He looked hard at her, almost willing himself to see through her binoculars, but to no avail. As he stroked himself, though, she removed one hand from the binoculars and slid it into her bikini bottom. Knowing she was touching herself as he stroked, was a real turnon and he almost went too fast. Since she hadn't left her patio, she obviously didn't mind what she was seeing, he thought as he stroked himself. And by slipping her hand into her bikini bottom, it appeared she was maybe as turned on as he was. Suddenly more relaxed, he leaned back against the wall and luxuriously gave himself long, slow strokes. He wasn't even watching her now, just enjoying masturbating in the cooler evening air in front of her. After several minutes, he knew he was about to cum. He looked down in her direction and saw her still looking at him through the binoculars, both hands on them again. What the hell, he thought, and sped up. Again looking into her lenses, he stroked quickly and, straining to hold it at the end, suddenly erupted. His first spurts squirted right through the balcony railing and went over the edge. As he stroked and the flow slowed, it pumped onto the balcony then just dribbled over his own fingers. Panting a bit, he looked down at her. She lowered the binoculars, got up and went inside. At first disappointed, he then hoped she was just going inside to finish herself off. As he softened in the cool night air and she didn't return, he also went inside to the bathroom, cleaned up and went to bed, where he again slept badly due to the A/C. Through August, it was the strangest relationship he'd ever had, if it could be called that. On any given night, if she was around and out on her patio, they would take turns masturbating in front of the other. He'd stroke for her and send his cum shooting over the balcony railing. When it was her turn, she'd either be on the lounger or against the wall. Sometimes she'd be completely naked, at other times, only bottomless so she could easily get at her pussy with her fingers. One night, she used a toy, which he'd thought was cool as he watched through his binoculars while sitting on his balcony and sipping a beer while she played with herself. It was strange and it was cool. It was something he really looked forward to and hoped she did as well. So many times he thought he should walk over to his door, knock, introduce himself and speak with her -- but then, he also didn't want to ruin what was turning out to be a terrific summer. Then came the September long weekend. He'd been anticipating her being around because it was her turn to get off in their on again, off again, night-time ritual. Last time, he'd stood pressed against his balcony railing and reached over the top to stroke himself until he came. All the cum went onto the ground below and he hoped nobody walking past would notice it in the morning. So it was on the holiday Monday that he spent most of his day out on his balcony, hoping like hell she'd show up at her place and turn him on as she turned herself on. He'd gone through a dozen beer, some pizza, some icecream, coffee and port while hoping she'd show up. She didn't and he had to admit to himself he was supremely disappointed. Darkness fell early, though, as the days were shortening. He kept looking out, but it appeared she was away for the weekend. He'd gone to bed, a little drunk and more than a little depressed, that she hadn't shown. But, he thought, what could you do? It's not like they had a schedule or anything. Hell, he didn't even know her name. But he was familiar with the sight of her body, her smile, her little waves, the occasional writing pad note, the way she masturbated and made herself cum while he watched from a short distance away. Again, it was weird, but so cool. In the middle of the night, he woke up bathed in sweat because the A/C unit had quit again in the middle of the night. It had been happening regularly and every time he spent another sleepless night, he would think again that he should move the hell out. But then he'd think of her and knew he wasn't going anywhere. This time, he awoke, bathed in sweat again. A little light-headed from the booze during the day, he almost didn't bother looking out the window for her; but he did. He had to. Rolling out of bed, he moved to the window and looked out into the dark. She was there, in the black and white bikini again, on the lounger. He smiled and made his way from the bedroom to the balcony, pulled up his chair and took cock in hand as he prepared to watch her get herself off. The table light threw a soft glow over her body and as he watched from his dark perch, she fondled her breasts as she looked up at him. This time, he could see she was smiling at him as she lifted her ass and eased the bikini bottom down her legs before tossing it onto the nearby chair. As he stroked himself slowly, she put a leg down on either side of the lounger, spreading herself wide. Her palm flat on the lower part of her belly, he could see her reaching with a finger to part her lips. He wanted to see better, so he got up, walked back into his bedroom, collected the binoculars, then walked back out. Sitting down, he adjusted the focus to see her finger moving in and out of her pussy. Oh yeah, he thought, as he reached between his legs for his cock. Holding the binoculars with one hand made for some shakey viewing but he liked to be stroking as she played with herself. He moved his chair closer to the edge of the balcony to get a better view. He changed his view from the smile on her face to her pussy. Back and forth, skipping over the still clothed breasts. Suddenly, though, she stopped fingering herself. He let go of his cock to hold the binoculars as she sat up and reached for the writing pad on the table. He watched her scribble something down, then hold it up for him to view. As he adjusted the focus, his jaw dropped and he almost dropped the binoculars. Standing, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. There, scribbled in the marking pen he was familiar with, was written "let's fuck". He almost called out, "really?" but didn't dare. It would have gone against everything they'd been doing to that point. He had to sit for a second and think. Het set his binoculars on the table beside him. He'd been dreaming of fucking her for more than a month. He'd been cumming while thinking of fucking her for more than a month. For more than a month, he'd stroked and cum for her and she'd played with herself and cum (he had been assuming) for him. And now... He sat and looked across at her. She had leaned back again, legs spread on either side of the lounger, her pussy so inviting. In the past, he'd never turned down a good fuck, or a bad one for that matter and, despite the fact he'd been dreaming of it, at this point he wasn't sure. He looked back down at her and she was holding her arms out, beckoning to him. He stood and leaned out over the railing and gestured... here? There? She again beckoned with her arms. She wanted him there. He thought about it for a few more seconds, then went inside, back to his bedroom. He pulled on some shorts, zipped up carefully around his firm cock, shoved his keys in his pocket and headed out into the hallway for the stairs. Hurrying down the stairs, he let himself out of the building, then took the sidewalk through the courtyard. As he walked up to her patio, she stood, put a finger on her lips in the universal signal for 'don't talk' and then eased her bum onto the little table. He looked around to see if anybody was watching, but nobody was awake and about at 2 a.m. As he turned to her, she reached behind and unclasped her top, letting it fall away so the dim light glowed on her skin. She put her hands back behind to grab the edge of the table and spread her legs wide for him. It was all the encouragement he needed. He undid his shorts, let them drop to his ankles and kicked them away. Moving between her legs, she looked up at him and smiled as she lifted them to put them around him. Looking down, he placed a hand on each thigh and pressed the head of his cock against her. She gasped as he touched her, then used her legs to ease him into her. Feeling her ankles lock behind him, he looked down as he slid inside her. She was so wet he moved easily into her warmth. As he pressed deeply into her, she lay back on her elbows and smiled up at him. He began fucking her slowly and reached to take a breast in each hand. She used her feet to pull him toward her and they built a nice rhythm as he fondled her breasts. Her nipples pressed against his palms and he could see goosebumps all over her body as they fucked. Her eyes closed as he slowly fucked her, and she moaned a little as he moved in and out of her. Between his rhythm and her pulling him into her, the little table moved with their fucking and he watched her face as they fucked. A breeze began to blow and he could feel the sweat cooling on his skin. He shivered. Standing there fucking her, he looked over his shoulder once in a while, to ensure nobody was going past or watching, but nobody was. It was just the two of them, fucking, kind of like strangers, kind of like regular lovers. Like before, kinda weird. He could feel himself ready to cum and she seemed ready. She was bucking as he fucked her pulling him hard into her with her legs and he sped up. In and out. In and out. The little table was creaking and he could feel cum building. He moved his hands to her thighs and moved deeply into her. In and out. The rhythm was terrific, even with the table moving. Finally, she moaned deep in her throat and hung onto the table hard and really bucked against him as she came. That sparked his cum and he emptied into her as they kept their rhythm going. She was breathing hard, breasts rising and falling and he was sweating along his hairline and panting a bit himself. He slowed, then stopped, not wanting to pull out of her. She kept her legs clamped around him, holding him inside. They looked at each other and smiled. "I..." Her finger against her lips stopped him from saying anything. She unwrapped her legs from around him and sat up higher on the table as he slid out of her. She put her hands on his chest, caressed him a little, then reached up and touched his lips with a finger. He stepped back and she eased off the table. Standing in front of him, she again touched her fingers to his lips. Then she stepped back, made a motion to blow him a kiss, then quickly stepped into her apartment, leaving him with a glimpse of a beautifully formed behind. He stood there for a few moments, feeling rather stupid and awkward, then pulled on his shorts and walked back to his building. He made his way up to his place, let himself in, walked to his bedroom window and looked down at her patio. No sign of her. He sat on the edge of his bed and, if it wasn't for their cum on his cock, might have believed the whole thing never happened. A couple more weeks passed without him seeing her. Then, on a Saturday, he was on his balcony having a beer when a guy stepped out of her door to pick up the little table and carry it inside. He returned a couple of minutes later and folded up the lounge chair. The man was about to carry it inside when he shouted down, "hey, somebody moving out down there?" "Yup," called up the mover. "This is the last couple of things, then we're on the road." Then he turned and went inside. Sitting there, he felt suddenly numb. She was gone? Moved? Left, just like that? Then he thought, just like what? Like some beautiful woman he had shared something odd with. A woman who came into his life unknown, shared one intimate encounter and many distance encounters, before leaving. Looking down at her little patio, he knew he'd never forget her. They'd never spoken a word, but it was the most amazing and bizarre summer of his life.