She is new to the neighborhood, likely just visiting. Perhaps an aunt or a sister or a house sitter. In her 30s, drinking a glass of wine on the balcony across the courtyard, staring into the warmish Parisian night.
When I turn on the light in my bedroom, she looks, then looks away, and looks again. It is late enough, i think, for a show that not so many more than she will see, but my neighbors, apart from this new guest, have seen it all before.
I remove my tie first, slowly, unbuttoning my shirt as I pull my tie out and then off. I try for eye contact and almost have her, but she looks away, sort of. My shirt falls to the floor, I take my tie and hang it on the rack.
With my back to her, off come my trousers, revealing my blue g-string, a novelty for today, for whatever reason. As I turn around slowly, I do have her full attention, and she leans over the balcony, a bit of cleavage (intentional, I hope) draped over the rail. My cock presses against the blue satin, and if her eyesight is at all good, she can see my erection growing. She is sort of still, pressed against the rail, but I see her ass moving in and out, humping something that I cannot see.
I take off my g-string, my cock springs out as my undies drift down my legs. She stands, her pelvis still moving, and unbuttons her blouse, her pink bra finding my eye. She steps back into her flat, but opens the curtains, and pushes her skirt to the floor. Her panties match and I get harder. . . (To be continued)
When I turn on the light in my bedroom, she looks, then looks away, and looks again. It is late enough, i think, for a show that not so many more than she will see, but my neighbors, apart from this new guest, have seen it all before.
I remove my tie first, slowly, unbuttoning my shirt as I pull my tie out and then off. I try for eye contact and almost have her, but she looks away, sort of. My shirt falls to the floor, I take my tie and hang it on the rack.
With my back to her, off come my trousers, revealing my blue g-string, a novelty for today, for whatever reason. As I turn around slowly, I do have her full attention, and she leans over the balcony, a bit of cleavage (intentional, I hope) draped over the rail. My cock presses against the blue satin, and if her eyesight is at all good, she can see my erection growing. She is sort of still, pressed against the rail, but I see her ass moving in and out, humping something that I cannot see.
I take off my g-string, my cock springs out as my undies drift down my legs. She stands, her pelvis still moving, and unbuttons her blouse, her pink bra finding my eye. She steps back into her flat, but opens the curtains, and pushes her skirt to the floor. Her panties match and I get harder. . . (To be continued)
