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Cassandra was only two weeks into her first year in college. In highschool, she'd tended to blend into the crowd. Pretty, but not especially confident in her beauty, and - to be frank - not that interested in boys. So she'd skated through high school as the shy girl. Every teen romantic comedy said there should have come a moment where she took off her glasses and let down her hair and everyone realized she was smokin' hot, but that hadn't happened. For one thing, she didn't wear glasses, and tended not to worry overmuch about her hair.

She'd decided to live at home to save money. She wasn't that far from the college anyway. In an attempt to give her a bit more freedom, her parents had remodeled two second floor rooms into a suite for her as a graduation present. It gave her her own bathroom and put her room as far as possible from their's. She'd been thrilled, and was delighted with the way her parents were carefully giving her space to work out who she was independent of them.

So far, she loved college. The classes were interesting and there were more people like her - less concerned about their clothes and hairstyle. She'd seen beautiful girls come to class in pajama pants. It felt like a release of the pressure she'd always tried to ignore in highschool. She'd also found more girls at college who - like her - weren't especially interested in boys, and that was nice too, though she wasn't going to dive into dating just yet.

She smiled at her parents on her way up to her room. It had been a long day and she didn't want to debrief them on every little thing just now. She closed the door and dropped her bag on a chair. It was hot, and she slid out of her jeans, leaving her in a tshirt and panties. She grabbed the remote and turned on netflix, ready to just veg out. But it was still hot and she decided to crack the window. Besides, maybe she'd be there again.

Earlier in the summer, they'd gotten a new neighbor. After moving into her new room, Cassandra had noticed that the woman seemed to be a bit careless about closing the shades when she changed. She was quite lovely, and Cassie had stolen a few glances... well, maybe they were a bit longer than glances. But she was always careful not to get caught.

Cassie crossed to the window and opened the curtains jut a little. She unlocked the window and lifted it up. Before returning to her bed to watch tv, she glanced across, and froze. Her eyes grew wide as she sank to her knees, the tv forgotten entirely as what she could see through the neighbor's open curtains was way more enthralling...

 

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Jenna giggled as she stumbled through the front door. She turned and gave a flirty, half-drunk wave as her date pulled out of the driveway with a hint of disappointment on his face. The poor man thought she was going to invite him in. If only he knew she didn’t invite men in; not into her home and not into that delicious area between her legs. No man had gotten inside since her divorce had been finalized over six months ago.

Oh god, had it really been six months? Six whole months since that bastard finally signed the papers and she was free to walk away after ten miserable years. Six whole months with only her fingers and Reginald, her trusty vibrator, for release. After the divorce, though, Jenna hadn’t wanted to sleep with another man. Sure, they were good for a night out, but nothing more. Jenna was done with men. Done with cocks that could wander off when the next pretty thing walked by.

She wandered up the stairs, dropping her purse and ditching her shoes as she walked. She’d moved a few months after the divorce. She needed a new start, a new place, somewhere that wasn’t tied to so many memories. So many nightmares and wasted dreams. A quiet little home in suburbia seemed to fit the bill. A far cry from her life in the city, it was the quintessential two-story house on a cul-de-sac, complete with housewives and kids riding their bikes to meet the ice cream man. She stuck out like a sore thumb, the bohemian divorcee who would rather wear leather pants and stilettos than be caught dead in an apron and mom jeans.

But the house did have its perks, including the tasty little neighbor whom Jenna had caught peeping – though she would never let on – more than once. The first time she’d noticed the young woman watching her, Jenna had forgotten to close the blinds before changing for bed. She’d seen the girl through the reflection in her mirror and thought nothing of it. When it happened again a few weeks later, Jenna couldn’t help but feel excited by the peeping girl. What did one call a female Peeping Tom anyway?

After that second night, Jenna had made a habit of taking a few nights a week to leave the blinds open as she changed. The knowledge that she was being watched making her wet.

As she tripped into her room that night, her red dress already halfway down her body and her bare breasts peaked by hardened nipples, Jenna decided it was time to give her little voyeur a nice surprise. With blinds open and lights on, Jenna sat on her bed, halfway turned to the window so that the neighbor could get a decent view. Her dress was on the floor and her panties soon followed. Naked, she reached into her nightstand and pulled out Reginald. Knowing that the young woman was watching already had Jenna ready to go.

She propped one foot up on the bed, opening herself up, and began to tease her clit with Reginald’s black head. Moaning softly, she eased him inside her. Already dripping, he had no problems sliding inside. She moved him in and out, fucking herself faster, harder. One hand pulling at her full breasts as she fucked the vibrator. It didn’t take long for the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm to build inside her. And, just as she was ready to cum, Jenna looked out the window, making direct eye contact with the young woman watching her, and orgasmed harder than she had in months.

 

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Cassandra dropped to her knees, but kept her eyes above to see the woman. Jenna... she was everything the other women around here weren't - sophisticated and free. She was also different from the college girls. She was mature and worldly. Cassie could see it in the way she dressed and carried herself.

Cassie's lips parted as Jenna leaned back to strip off her panties. Every languid movement revealing her gorgeous body. Jenna had never seen her so exposed. It had always been glimpses as she moved around or changed clothes. Little teases, but never had she been so... on display...

Cassie's head rose a little more above the window sill as Jenna pulled out the vibrator. Cassie had one of the kind that masqueraded as a 'personal massager,' and even on the opposite side of the house from her parents, Cassie bit her pillow as she climaxed. Jenna's very clearly said 'sex toy,' and her moans were audible across the space between the houses. Cassie felt her nipples harden beneath her shirt and a rush of warmth between her legs.

Jenna spread her legs and Cassie's heart began to pound. The feeling between her legs became urgent, and her hand drifted there, rubbing lightly through her panties. She bit her lip in intense concentration and rose a little more onto her knees, more and more visible with every moment, eyes fixed on Jenna as she pleasured herself.

Then suddenly Jenna's eyes locked with hers. Cassie froze and her mouth gaped, but Jenna didn't scream or cover herself, or anything. She pressed the vibrator into her slick sex again and moaned as she came. Cassie was frozen, enthralled for that moment, then came back to herself. Her face flushed bright read and she threw herself backwards, as if she hadn't already been caught.

Her heart pounded as she lay on the floor, fingers and panties slick with her arousal, panting. Maybe she hadn't actually seen her, she lied to herself. She couldn't think of anything to do but lie still.

"You ok Cassie?" Her mother's voice. "I heard a bang..." Footsteps. "

"I'm fine!" She called out, her voice breathless and rough. "Just slipped... while I was changing..." She waited a beat. The footsteps receded. She lay on the floor, gradually relaxing. Well, if she hadn't been seen, she must certainly have been heard... She waited as the silence stretched, wondering how long before it would be safe to get up off the floor, and whether she should look to find out.

 

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The blush coloring the young woman’s face and her wide, eager eyes filled Jenna’s tipsy dreams that night. She had met the girl only once since moving in and searched her mind for her name. Chloe? Cora? Cassie…that was it! Jenna’s horny, tipsy mind conjured lusty dreams of pert young breasts and lips parted in a soft moan.

As the next morning dawned bright and clear, Jenna stretched, working out the kinks in her muscles. Still naked, she got out of bed, the satin sheets sliding wantonly over her bare breasts. She glanced out the open window, curious if Cassie was awake and lurking. The girl’s window was dark, though, and Jenna felt a sense of mild disappointment. She had hoped to put on a morning show for her young fan.

At thirty-eight, Jenna found it flattering that Cassie found her so enticing. Was it simply curiosity on the young woman’s part or something more? Jenna had had dalliances with women in the past, which had always proven an enjoyable experience. Never had she been with a woman so much younger, though, and, as she readied herself for the day, Jenna found herself thinking about what it would be like to have Cassie between her legs. She wondered if Cassie had ever been with a woman. The idea of being the one to teach and guide an eager young student made Jenna wet.

Putting on her favorite lipstick – a brilliant red from Urban Decay appropriately named FBomb – Jenna popped on her sunglasses and headed outside. Dressed in black cigarette pants that hugged her lean frame and a loose, white blouse, Jenna looked ready to hit up the newest art gallery rather than walk the ten steps to her neighbors’ home.

Though it was barely nine on a Saturday morning, the quiet neighborhood was already alive with the sound of lawn mowers as the suburban dads tried to outdo each other with the perfection of their lawns.

Jenna didn’t have an exact plan in mind, but she knew that she would not be able to rest until her dreams from that night came true. She rang the doorbell, noting that there was no car in the driveway. Had her neighbors gone out for breakfast? Surely a teenaged woman wouldn’t get out of bed this early to go out with her parents? Jenna rang the bell again, impatience growing.

Once more, she thought, and then I’ll leave. Just as she was raising a manicured hand to ring the doorbell again, the door opened.

 

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Cassandra wasn't sure how long she lay on the floor, breathing heavily. Finally, she rolled over and slid out from under the window, sitting against her bed. Maybe Jenna hadn't seen her after all, or maybe she'd just written it off as an accident. She was probably as embarrassed as Cassie.

But inside, Cassie didn't think so. Jenna hadn't even paused when she'd seen her. That thought, the thought of Jenna's full breasts and her hand busy between her legs brought back that insistent feeling in her own loins. Slowly, she slid up on her bed and pushed her panties down. She reached between the mattress and the wall, where her vibrator was hidden from any unexpected cleaning ventures of her mother. As she ran the device up and down her slick lips and pressed it against her swollen clit, the image of Jenna floated in her head. Her head tilted back as the pressure built, and as her back arched in climax, she muffled her moans with a pillow.

Finished, she found new panties, still careful to avoid the window, and slid into bed.

The doorbell woke her. She rolled over and looked at the clock and groaned. It was far too early, though she could already here people mowing through the open window. Then something from the day before clicked. Her parents were going out early and there was a package she had to sign for, or something like that.

She jumped out of bed and scrambled to her closet, pulling on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. She pushed her hair back and pulled it into a pony tail, hurrying down the stairs as the doorbell rang again. She rushed across the living room and grabbed the door, pulling it open. "Sorr...." she started to say.

And there was Jenna... looking every bit as self-possessed and put together as ever. Cassie felt her stomach sink. She was in pajamas, hair messy and no make-up. She gaped for a second, then tried her best to collect herself.

"Oh... hi..." she stammered. "Sorry... I thought it was the fedex guy... I, um... hi."

 

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Jenna bit her lip to keep back the grin that tugged at her mouth as she took in Cassie’s disheveled, fresh out of bed, appearance.

“Sorry to disappoint.” She said with a chuckle. Leaning one arm against the doorframe, Jenna let her gaze move slowly over Cassie’s form. “Seems I may have disturbed your sleep.” She smirked, her gaze lingering a few extra seconds on the hard nipples that poked through the teen’s t-shirt.

“Tell me, did you enjoy the show last night?” She teased, fighting the urge to reach out and tweak one of those nipples. “I mean, you seem to have enjoyed watching me all those times before.”

 

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Cassie felt her body grow warm under that searching gaze, becoming very aware that she hadn't put on a bra before coming down. Seeing Jenna, she couldn't help her mind picturing what was under those perfectly fitted, trendy clothes. She felt increasingly flustered at her own under-dressed state.

She was about to say something about it not being a disappointment when Jenna asked about last night's "show." Cassie's heart seemed to stop. Her face felt like it was on fire as it turned a deep red. Her mouth gaped at the question. A calmer, smoother person might have lied, but Cassie was too off balance, too embarrassed to even think of denying it.

"I... I didn't... I mean I didn't mean to...." she stammered, her eyes dropping as her panicked mind sought something to say that would get her out from under this. "Oh god, I'm so sorry..." she said. She had no idea what the possible consequences of this could be, but she was sure if Jenna reported this to her parents they would never get over it, and what if she told other people in the neighborhood, people who'd known Cassie since she was a little girl? "I swear it'll never happen again..."

 

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“Never?” Jenna’s bright red lips moved into a gentle pout. “Now that would be a shame. I’ve quite enjoyed having someone watch me.” She leaned in slightly, her loose shirt gapping in the front, allowing the young woman a nice view of Jenna’s cleavage, her voice lowering as she added, “it makes it so much more fun when there’s an audience.”

A grin tugged at her lips as she leaned back. “Besides, I wasn’t coming over here to admonish or scold you. Far from it. Actually, what I came over to say is that I think we should make this a bit more interesting. You’ve seen me, I think it’s only fair that I see you.” Her gaze moved to Cassie’s breasts and back up with a wink. “So, I have a proposition for you. Since I gave you a show last night, tonight is your turn. Then, tomorrow I’ll give you another and so on and so forth. I think it’s only fair.”

Pushing away from the doorway, Jenna turned to go back to her own home. "Think on it." She said over her shoulder as she walked before adding with a devilish grin, "I'll be watching."

 

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Cassandra's lips parted at Jenna's words. When the woman leaned in, it was as if Cassie's eyes were pulled down to the swell of those beautiful breasts. She found herself wondering how they would feel in her hand, and what her skin tasted like. Then her mind was pulled back into the moment as Jenna's proposition registered.

Cassie's eyes snapped back to Jenna's. "But..." she stammered, trying to think of a response, or at least something that implied even a fraction of the confidence Jenna exuded. But she had nothing. What Jenna was suggesting was insane, and deeply arousing. She was left staring at the woman as she walked away, her eyes drifting down to the curve of her butt in those fitted pants.

Cassie retreated and closed the door. Her heart was doing somersaults and she couldn't breath right. She sat down. Could she do this? What would happen if she didn't? Jenna hadn't implied any threat, just an offer. Even before deciding, Cassie knew she wanted to. She wanted to be that bold. but could she?

Jenna shrieked slightly in surprise as the doorbell rang again. It was the package she'd been meant to sign for.

She could think of nothing else the entire day. She pretended to have plans because she didn't think she could make it through a conversation with her parents without giving away that something was up. She didn't actually have anywhere to go, so she went to the library. She was at least unlikely to run into anyone who might try to talk to her there. What should she do? What should she wear? How would she best please Jenna? Already that was rising to the top of the list, she realized. She wanted Jenna to like what she did, because she wanted to know where this was going.

She made up an assignment she needed to get a head start on, ate dinner quickly, and retreated to her room for the night. It would be a while still, so she busied herself. She dug through her underwear drawer. She had nothing that seemed appropriate for this, no proper lingerie. Nothing screamed sexy, so she settled for cute - pale blue bikini cut panties and a strapless bra. They'd been bought to go with her prom dress, but the night had been less mind blowing than she'd imagined and no one had ever seen them other than her.

Then she took a shower, brushed her hair, and put on makeup and lip-stick. It was perhaps a little much, but she'd never shown off before.

It half-past nine when she took her place, locking the door behind her just in case. Her bed wasn't exposed to the window, so she slid a chair over and sat down in it, her vibrator on the foot of her bed next to her, and waited for her audience.

 

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“So, are you bored with suburban life yet?”

“Yes, isn’t it boring as fuck all the way out there?”

Her friends eyed her over their mimosas - which were more Champaign than orange juice - their heads tilted and perfectly coiffed hair not a bit out of place. Jenna bit back a chuckle, they looked like twin poodles.

“Oh, you know me,” Jenna replied with a vague shrug, “I’m finding my entertainment.”

And indeed, she was. As her friends chatted away, Jenna’s mind was miles away, back on that cul-de-sac and what was potentially awaiting her that night. She didn’t know if Cassie had what it took to go through with her proposal, but, judging from the way the girl’s gaze couldn’t seem to stray from Jenna’s breasts or the fact that she had been enjoying viewing Jenna for the past few weeks, the older woman had a feeling Cassie might just work up the courage.

“Hello, earth to Jenna! Where are you, girl?”

“Huh? What was that?” Jenna took a sip of her mimosa, savoring the burst of bubbles on her tongue.

“How did your date go last night?”

Jenna shrugged and waved off the question. “He was your typical investment banker. Nothing exciting. Probably won’t see him again.”

Jenna didn’t think she’d be seeing any guys in the near future, actually, if her plan for innocent, little Cassie went well later that evening. If things went as she hoped, Jenna had a feeling that she would be getting off with a woman, rather than a man, between her legs.

After catching up with her friends and running some errands, Jenna returned home. It was only dinner time, still too early to know if Cassie would take her up on the proposal. Deciding to take her time and enjoy the cool, early fall air, Jenna fired up the grill on her back porch. After a dinner of roasted vegetables and steak, all washed down with a deliciously dry red wine, Jenna made her way up to her bedroom. She indulged in a nice long bath, a fresh glass of wine sitting on the edge of the tub, before slipping into a black silk robe. The brush of the cool silk felt positively sinful against her bare skin and she felt her arousal growing as she moved into the dark bedroom and settled onto her bed.

Across the way, she could see the lights turn on in Cassie’s room and flashes of the girl moving about. Her heart thudded beneath her breast as she waited, breathless and wondering just how daring young Cassie would be.

Finally, there she was, settling into a chair in front of the window. Jenna knew that Cassie couldn’t see her yet, the darkness of her own bedroom concealing her for a bit longer. She waited, watching as Cassie settled in and began to shift nervously, no doubt wondering if Jenna would show.

Seated in the dark, Jenna took her time looking over the young woman across from her. Her gaze traveled slowly over the fresh makeup, the strapless bra that gave a nice hint of cleavage, the flat stomach, the bikini cut panties. Naively sexy, Jenna thought. Innocent and sweet while still showing enough to make Jenna wet and eager to see more.

Feeling that she had made Cassie wait long enough, Jenna reached over and flipped on her bedside lamp revealing herself to the corruptible girl next door.

 

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Cassandra sat in her underwear and waited. She shifted a little, wondering if she should try to find a sexier pose, but didn't know what that would look like. She glanced at her dim reflection in the upper half of the open window. She had a slight build, fair skin with b cup breasts that her way of dressing didn't do anything to show off. She felt extremely exposed. Goosebumps covered her skin, though it wasn't cold, even with the window open.

Where was Jenna? The room next door was dark. Her heart pounded as the thought crept in that perhaps Jenna was just playing with her, and had no intention of being there. She was surprised by the disappointment she felt. She was terrified of doing this, and yet eager to prove to herself that she could. That she could be bold and seductive.

The light came on, and there was Jenna on her bed in a black robe. Immediately her mouth went dry and for a long while, she sat there, frozen by the gaze of the other woman. She thought about bolting, closing the curtains and hiding. But no, she was held here, entranced.

She swallowed, and licked her lips. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed deeply and her hand shook as she reached for the small vibrator, but not with fear or reluctance. Though no novice at pleasing herself, Cassie had never contemplated how to do it in a way that would be pleasing to watch.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She drew back to her mind the image of Jenna on the bed and turned on the vibrator. Slowly she slid it between her thighs, parting her knees to give room, and let it slowly move over her sex through the thin stuff of her panties. She felt herself growing wet, and a day's built up arousal drowned some of her nervousness. One hand slid up to her neck, caressing her skin before falling to her breast, fingers caressing the hard nipple through the bra as the vibrator moved up and down along her sex, focusing more and more on her swollen clit as she felt the pressure begin to build.

Without thinking, she opened her eyes and looked across at the other woman, lips parted as she panted, soft moans escaping her as she used the toy on herself. The pressure was becoming insistent and Cassandra shifted sideways to hook one leg over and arm of the chair, giving herself better access. Her eyes wanted to close, but she kept them open, watching Jenna.

 

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Cassie’s unease was palpable. Jenna could clearly see her hands shaking as she reached for something next to her; a smirk pulling at her lips as she saw the “personal massager” that Cassie pulled towards her. Leaning back on one hand, Jenna surveyed the young woman as Cassie began to ease the massager between her thighs, which were too close together for Jenna’s liking.

The silk robe slid open to reveal one tanned thigh as Jenna crossed her legs, feeling the familiar tingle in her own sex as Cassie’s eyes closed. Jenna watched as the young woman began to feel her body, one hand finding her breast and teasing the nipple. Jenna licked her lips as she watched Cassie’s own lips part. The young woman’s chest rose and fell quickly as she began to feel the effects of the vibrator. Cassie’s eyes sprang open, locking with Jenna’s. The older woman winked as the young woman propped one leg over the arm of the chair.

Good girl, Jenna thought as Cassie displayed herself, giving in to the sensations of the vibrator. If only she weren’t so clothed. Jenna wished that Cassie would rid herself of the panties and bra.

All in good time, she thought. It was enough, for now, that Cassie was giving her this glimpse. Jenna could see the tension building within Cassie, no doubt the young woman’s orgasm was close. Hoping to spur her along, Jenna eased the shoulder of her robe off, baring her breast to her neighbor. As Cassie toyed with herself, Jenna reached up, pinching her own nipple and rolling it between thumb and forefinger, her back arching instinctively. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to ease some of her own ache.

“Come.” She mouthed, her gaze firmly on Cassie’s. “Come now.”

 

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If she'd been able to think clearly, Cassie might have been surprised at how much Jenna's eyes on her heightened this experience. Cassie knew her body and knew how to pleasure herself, but the mix of an audience and the entire day's expectation made every nerve tingle. Sweat beaded on her forehead and neck and she bit her lip, instinctively stifling her moans.

Her hand slid up into her hair and she gasped. So near now. She focused on that delicious building sensation inside of her, and moved the vibrator a little to focus its stimulation. Her eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened again, Jenna had opened her robe. Her long, manicured fingers were teasing her hard nipple. For a brief moment, Cassie's hands paused and she forgot everything. Jenna mouthed something at her, but Cassie couldn't be sure what.

Then her orgasm crashed over her. Her body tensed and the shuddered and her eyes closed in spite of herself. Her free hand clinched the arm off the chair and a long, "Mmmmmm" escaped her in spite her best efforts to keep quiet. She kept the vibrator against her sex as she rode the climax, and the finally it passed.

Cassie set the vibrator aside and remained still, panting from the unusually intense orgasm. Then she pushed her hair back again and looked across at Jenna, staring at the older woman with her lips parted, hoping she'd pleased her, and hoping it wasn't over.

 

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Watching the young woman experience her orgasm had goosebumps rising on Jenna’s skin. Her own sex ached to be touched, her body screaming out to have the same pleasure that Cassie was experiencing.

Though their windows were closed, Jenna could have sworn that she could hear the moans coming from Cassie’s parted lips. Delicate fingers gripped the chair’s arm and Jenna wondered what it would feel like to have those same fingers digging into her skin. Caught up in the view of such a beautiful orgasm, Jenna’s fingers stilled on her breast. She wanted to enjoy the sight before her, to drink it in and commit it to memory. Jenna wished that she had her camera to capture the moment. She could have made an entire exhibit of photos of Cassie, “A window to pleasure” she would call it. Yes, next time she would remember her camera.

As the moment disappeared, as Cassie set her vibrator aside, her chest still rising and falling rapidly from her orgasm, Jenna righted her robe. She stood slowly as she watched Cassie push her hair back and meet Jenna’s eyes. Moving towards the window, Jenna couldn’t help but smile. She could practically feel the desire rolling off the young woman. No doubt she hoped that Jenna would reciprocate the show. But that had not been the proposition. Standing in her window, Jenna blew Cassie a kiss and pulled her shades closed.

Tomorrow. Cassie would have her show tomorrow.

 

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Watching Jenna move toward the window, Cassie ached. Her heart beat in expectation. Jenna blew her a kiss, offered a smile... and closed the shades.

Cassie felt disappointment run through her, though it was hard to feel to bad in the delicious afterglow of her orgasm. She tilted sideways a little more, leaning her head back so that she lounged sideways in the armchair. If she'd been dressed and had her nose buried in a book, she'd have looked very like her parents had often found her when she was younger. Instead she was mostly naked, and basking in the aftermath of climax. There was an additional pleasure too. She knew Jenna had liked what she'd seen. She'd even been aroused by it, and knowing that she'd been able to arouse Jenna sent a thrill through Cassie.

She sat in the chair a long time, savoring the pleasure of her act - the boldness she'd demonstrated, even if she'd stayed partially clothed. And she thought about the promise she'd been given. Tomorrow night it would be Jenna's turn. Cassie wondered if she'd be able to restrain herself as Jenna had. She smiled, and finally climbed out of the chair. She slid it back to its place and climbed into bed, laying awake a long time thinking about tonight... and tomorrow... and what about after that?

The next day, Cassie found herself able to contain her excitement a little better. She didn't feel as nervous about tonight. She knew she could watch Jenna, and now that she knew Jenna liked her to watch, the anticipation was sweeter. She had lunch with her parents and then went shopping. She went to a lingerie store, having been confronted with the lack of sexy underwear she possessed, and already daring to hope she'd be able to show it off. What she bought wasn't anything extravagant in the end - a grey, short nightgown diaphanous enough to seem to show more than it did. Probably nothing Jenna hadn't seen, but it was a big step to Cassie's mind.

She had dinner with her parents, and passed off her distraction as thinking about her project. Then, once more she retreated to her room, moved the chair, showered, made herself up, and took her place in her new nightgown over a set of black panties and bra. She tried - and failed - too look as cool and calm as Jenna had. The truth was her excitement was visible. Feeling extra bold, she opened the window to feel the cool air on her skin, and waited.

 

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Jenna sat at the computer, scrolling through the shots she had just taken.

“Oh, I like that one.” Her client pointed to the photo in question. Jenna shook her head.

“Angles all off,” she replied. “See how her face is in shadow.” She traced the model’s forehead on the screen. The girl had been beautiful, but difficult. She couldn’t find her light and Jenna had struggled for even one decent photo.

“Well, what about that one?” The client, an ad executive from some high-brow advertising agency, pointed to another image, his finger smearing against the screen. Honestly, the man wouldn’t know a good photo if it bit him in the ass.

“I’ll tell you what,” Jenna turned to him, “Why don’t you let me weed out the photos that aren’t worth editing and then you can pick from those.”

Jenna was testy; still on edge from a phone call with her lawyer that morning. Apparently, her idiot of an ex-husband had forgotten to initial one of the divorce documents, something the lawyers had only just caught, and now he was saying he wanted to reevaluate the split of their assets.

Why were men such dicks?

The ad exec scowled at her, but something in her expression must have told him not to fuck with her right then. He simply nodded his head.

“That sounds good.” He said, backing up a few inches.

“Excellent. I’ll have the images to you in an hour.” She turned her back to him, effectively dismissing the man.

That night, Jenna pulled into her driveway, weary from the day. She had survived only by sheer stubbornness and endless amounts of coffee. All she wanted, now, was to curl up in a bath with a glass of wine and sleep for days. And all this on a Sunday! Normally, Sundays were her day to relax and rejuvenate, but between the call from her lawyer and a client who had insisted they could only book on a weekend, Jenna hadn’t had a moment to herself.

Now it was nearly dark out and Jenna climbed the stairs to her bedroom wearily. She didn’t even bother to turn on the light as she started to strip out of her skinny jeans and silk, blush colored blouse. Turning to grab her robe, Jenna caught sight of the light from Cassie’s window, and the girl sitting there.

“Fuck.” She groaned. She had forgotten. She was meant to tease Cassie tonight, to put herself on display for the young woman. To pleasure herself while Cassie watched. Her little game of seduction had slipped her mind entirely and Jenna wondered if she even had the energy for it.

She looked over at Cassie, taking in the sheer gray nightgown and black undergarments and couldn’t help but smile. The girl was learning.

Moving towards the window, Jenna slipped her robe on over her red bra and panties. She noticed that Jenna’s window had been pulled up, and, Jenna moved to open her own window as well.

“Hello, beautiful.” She said, resting her hands on the window sill and leaning out slightly. “I love the new pajamas.” Jenna winked playfully. “As much as it puts some wildly naughty thoughts in my mind, I’m not sure I’m up for playing tonight.” A frown tugged down the corners of her mouth. “It’s been a long day. I can make it up to you, though. Tomorrow night, I’ll give you an extra special show. How does that sound?”

 

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Cassie waited in the silence. She didn't know how long it was, and again the idea that Jenna might not show, might just have been toying with her crept into her mind. Her fingers tugged nervously at the lace trim of the short nightgown.

Then the light came on and Jenna moved toward her with what Cassie thought was effortless seductiveness. Cassie's brow furrowed when Jenna opened the window. That was new.

"Oh!" she said, sitting up a little at hearing Jenna's apology and offer of excuse, even as the blush still colored her chest and cheeks at the other woman's comments about her appearance. It was amazing how quickly she felt embarrassed by her exposure what's she realized that the evening's plans weren't going to happen.

"Oh yeah," she said. "That's fine." She was self-controlled enough to guard her expression and attempted not to look overly disappointed, but it was clear in he flustered response. It wasn't the sort of thing one had practice in being disappointed by. And she couldn't help feeling a little foolish that she'd allowed the thought of this night to consume her entire day. Jenna - the woman whose easy confidence she aspired to - clearly hadn't done so. She'd gone about her day. Cassie didn't know what to say.

"That's fine," she said again. "I have class in the morning anyway," she finally managed, finding a stream of thought that made sense. "So probably better not to be up too late..." It was the kind of thing she might have said to a guy who was canceling a date (on those occasions where he had the grace to cancel rather than just stand her up). "I'll.. see you tomorrow night," hoping it sounded pleasant and casual.

 

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Though Cassie tried to hide it, Jenna could see the disappointment written all over her face. In that moment, with Cassie mumbling about classes and trying not to look at Jenna, the older woman felt like a complete ass.

“Hey,” she said, sitting on the window ledge. “Just because I may not be in the mood for playing that doesn’t mean I’m not interested in you. In fact, I’d like to get to know you a bit. I know how you look when you orgasm, which is fucking hot by the way, but I don’t know much about you.” Jenna quirked her head, studying the young woman.

“How about, instead of me putting on a show, why don’t we play a game instead. You can ask me anything you want and I’ll answer truthfully. In return, I can ask you anything and you must answer honestly. What do you say?”

Jenna smiled, hoping that the fact that she wasn’t ready to say good-night to Cassie was enough for the young woman to stay.

 

[Harper_X]

Cassie started to get up. She needed to get away from those eyes so she could have a moment to breath. She wanted to be able to take something like this in stride, and her disappointment felt childish. She was on the point of making a hasty excuse and fleeing when Jenna spoke again.

Jenna sat on the window ledge, and Cassie thought how easy it would be for a passerby to see her. She smiled a little, and the blushed again. She wasn't sure anyone had ever described her as hot, let alone 'fucking hot.' Cassie's parents had been strict about cursing and she hadn't yet become comfortable enough to curse casually. When she did, it was an outburst, or it sounded forced.

Jenna's tone calmed her. She didn't move to the window ledge, but she sat forward in the chair a little. "Alright," she said. Her mind whirled with the things she wanted to ask, and she felt slightly embarrassed by the number of them that were sexual. She set those aside, unsure what limits there were to this game. On the other hand, small talk questions about whether she was single or why she moved here seemed like a wasted opportunity.

But there was one question that had been lurking in the back of her mind. "Why did you let me watch you? I think I would have been mortified if I'd seen someone spying on me while I changed. At least I would have closed the blinds. Why did you let me get away with it?"

 

[ms_tiff]

Jenna couldn’t help but laugh when Cassie asked her question. “I was wondering if you would ask me that.”

Running a hand through her hair, Jenna looked up at the ink black sky, contemplating her response.

“I let you watch,” she said after a few seconds, “because I’ve always enjoyed people seeing me. I spend my life behind a camera, putting others in the forefront. Sometimes it’s nice to be the one that people want to see. Plus, after you reach a certain age, knowing that someone still appreciates the way your body looks, it’s nice.”

She smiled at Cassie, not a smirk or anything teasing or seductive. Just a simple, happy smile.

“Now, what I want to know is are you a virgin or has there been a boy or two?”

 

[Harper_X]

Cassie watched Jenna's hand pass through her hair, and wondered how it felt and what it smelled like.

So she was a photographer. Cassandra thought that fit her. She could easily picture Jenna taking time to carefully compose a shot. She had more questions about that, but she set them aside, listening. She couldn't imagine someone like Jenna having any insecurity about her body. She also wondered briefly how old she was. Certainly she was quite a bit younger than Cassie's parents. Still, she could understand what she meant. It had been thrilling to be told how much Jenna liked her appearance.

"A couple of boys," she answered. Her expression did not imply that the memory was dreamy. "To be honest," she added. "It was nothing to write home about. Boys never really excited me, and I think I just dated cause that's what you do in high school, right?" She shrugged a little. "There was a girl, but it never got very far." She thought back to a clumsy engagement in the back of a car, neither of them having the guts to even undress one another, groping and rubbing through their clothes. "But I liked it," she added. "More than the boys anyway." She smiled a little, looking across at Jenna.