Suds foamed out of Nick’s squeegee and slid down the window. People often asked him why he liked his job cleaning windows in city high rises. It is true, sometimes it can be repetitive, but the variety didn’t come from the task, it came from what you saw behind the window. He reached to the top of the glass and made the first stroke with his wiper. He loved the anticipation of starting this process to reveal the room behind the window. A feeling of anticipation was building in his belly. Today’s building was apartments you never knew what you were going to get.

The second stroke revealed artwork at the back of a living room, an artsy landscape print. Nick placed a bet with himself. The person who lived in this apartment was a woman. He took the next stroke slowly and carefully. He loved the anticipation of the revelation. But he didn’t want to rush things. It was like unwrapping a gift. Each piece of tape peeled back carefully; each fold of paper carefully opened.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw her face. She was in profile, her head thrown back, hair cascading over the arm of her couch. Another stroke, faster this time, revealed beautiful round breasts. This was better than he could have hoped for. His heart thundered in his chest and he felt his cock harden. More strokes revealed her fully naked body. Mesmerised, Nick took in every inch of her curves. She seemed oblivious to him. The thrill of what he was seeing made his cock even harder.

Then, without warning, she sat up and faced him directly. There was no sign of surprise on her face. Heat rushed up Nick’s face as he realised she had been waiting for him. Their eyes locked and Nick could not move, as if she had cast a spell on him. Without breaking eye contact, she ran her hands down her body, emphasising her curves. When her hands reached her knees, she paused, fingers curled against the inner part of her legs. One eyebrow arched as if she was asking a question. “Did he want to see what she was hiding in there?”

Like a sleepwalker, Nick nodded. The remaining suds trailed down the glass unheeded. Long fingers pressed against her knees apart. Red nails trailed down her thighs, drawing Nick in. He reached into his pants and wrapped his own fingers around his cock, completely lost in the scene unfolding in front of him. In front of him, the woman picked up a dildo and stroked her thighs with it. More evidence she had been waiting for him. Nick didn’t care. Lost in the moment, his hand began to move up and down, stimulating himself.

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