I am officially a bad-ass. Last night was the first night in my very own apartment. I am an independent woman who can afford her own place without a roommate or a boyfriend, or any help from anyone (except for my father who loaned me half the deposit, and I will pay him back). Anyway, I had a full-on celebration after work with some friends (the core four). We drank pharmacy champagne and pumped LMFAO through my iHome speakers. It was epic! Ok well, as epic as a party can get when everyone has to be at work the next morning. Yep, I shut it down around 8:30. Still a lot fun though.
After everyone left, I pushed all the party trash into the kitchen and left it for today, which I should go take care right after this. I went into my new master bedroom. Wow. Then when I started to undress, I got this feeling like I was exposed. My bedroom window faces the grad lofts of the music college. Seriously, who goes to music college? Anyway, I did notice that are one or two windows that directly face mine. I don’t have blinds in every room just yet, so I brought over the ones from the kitchen. Luckily, the last tenant had left the hardware installed so they were easy to throw up. But as I was reaching up, I noticed lights across the way turn on and quickly go off again. That’s when I realized that in all the haste to give myself privacy, I was still wearing just a bra and panties. Cute panties, though. Pink bikini cut with white stripes that make my ass pop. I started to lower the blinds, and that’s when I saw it all happen.
The alley is pretty dark except for behind the retail shops. I guess a lot of them tend to stay open late and keep their back lights on. Last night, I caught a couple making out down there. I almost missed them except for the glimmer of this girl’s diamond studs and the way the dim yellow light reflected off of her remarkable cleavage. She was at least a full C cup and wearing the cutest black halter dress with some stilettos that instantly made my toes throb at the sight of them. He was wearing - who cares - typical man clothes. He did seem taller than she was. Lucky girl. I still can’t figure out why I only attract shorter men (tangent). So it didn’t take long before he started to pull her dress up. Her legs looked fantastic in those shoes. She reached down to undo his pants, and she barely touched him before his fly popped open. He was in full swing. I couldn’t tell if she had small hands, or you know, but she stroked him and then let him out. She reached under her dress and peeled her panties down. He went for it, but the geometry didn’t quite work so they got down on the ground. It was a little gross, but still hot. He did actually take the time to slip his jacket underneath her. He started in slowly like he was hearing Boys 2 Men in his head or something. She obviously had a different idea about how she wanted this to go down because she pushed him off. She was probably hearing something closer to Beyonce's Girls Run the World. Then she climbed on top and started to writhe back and forth. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted. This guy must have been very drunk because it lasted a while, and she was not letting him up until she was totally satisfied. She was definitely giving it an athletic effort, and her heels were starting to grind into the asphalt.
By then, my right hand had almost subconsciously traveled down between my legs, and my fingers were barely grazing my lips. That’s when I looked up and noticed a haze of light inside that apartment across the way. It must have been a cell phone light this time, and even though I looked right at the window, it stayed on. I could see my own reflection. My face was covered behind the blinds, but the rest of me was completely in view down to about my hips, just above my panty line. My first instinct should have been to cover up or maybe to step out of view, but it wasn’t at all. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even consider it. Instead, I kept touching myself. I couldn’t tell if anyone was watching, but it gave me this rush thinking about the possibility. The thought of someone watching me the way I had just watched the alley girl was making me all tingly. So I kept the show going. I rubbed my clit with one hand and traced the contours of my breasts with the other. That was the first time I really fondled my own breasts, and I did not expect it to feel so good. You know what? A little more than a handful is delightful.
After a few minutes into it, I was fully committed to completing the experience. I slipped my hands under my panties and went to town. I started to conjure up images of a music college guy watching intently while completely erect. I pulled my bra strap off my shoulder so that I could feel my bare skin. Then I kept rubbing my clit, now at a furious pace. I mashed up images of the couple downstairs and my own explicit reflection in the window. My legs began to quiver, my toes curled, and then, I bit my lip. I really did. I drew blood and everything - completely worth it. I had never orgasmed with such enthusiasm before. And now I’ve set the bar.