It was late on a Friday night, and I was the last person in the office. I had my lights dimmed so I could completely focus on finishing the last of my spreadsheets before heading home to my wife to start the weekend. The sun had already set, and darkness had started to settle in for the evening. Only the light from my laptop was brightening the room I was in.
Looking up, I saw that there were no lights left on in the building directly across from this one. The building was a four-story high-rise, a mirror image of this one, separated by only about one hundred feet.
"Well, I guess I am the last person dumb enough to have not started their weekend yet," I thought with a frown.
At least I was on the last spreadsheet. My day would hopefully soon be finished as well.
As I entered the last of my figures and saved my file, I noticed a light switch on in one of the windows in the building across from me. A woman entered the office and looked out of her large picture window before turning and sitting at her desk as she started working at her computer.
"Looks like I'm not the only person working late this evening," I said to myself, closing my laptop so she wouldn't see me.
Something caught my eye about her, though. She was very well dressed in a cream-colored blouse and slightly darker pencil skirt, which fell just above her knees. Her long red hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. She was an utter vision, and I could not seem to drag my eyes from her.
She continued to work for a short while but seemed to quickly lose interest in whatever was on her computer. Turning in her chair, she looked out her window again, not seeming to focus on any one thing in particular. Her eyes had a distracted look to them, as if she were caught in her own little dreamworld.
Her hand slowly drifted up to her chest, fingers brushing over her left breast with the slightest of touches. She closed her eyes as she slowly unbuttoned one and then a second button on her blouse, her hand slipping inside the silky fabric to caress herself over her beige satin bra.
Was this really happening? Was she really touching herself where anyone looking out one of the windows of my building could see her? I realized it was now very late on a Friday night, and most, if not everyone, had already gone home for the weekend, but I was still here, so there might be others watching as well.
I shifted in my seat as my cock started to stir in my trousers.
My new friend was continuing to slide her fingers over her breasts, circling her nipples over her bra. Even from my vantage point, I could see they were now stiff and very pronounced. Her other hand continued to release the remaining buttons until her blouse was completely open to me and any other person that might be watching.
As I continued to watch, her hand slid underneath the lace edging at the top of her bra. She began pinching and tugging on her nipple. Through all of this, her eyes remained closed. Her mouth opened slightly with a little moan, I could see, but obviously not hear.
She was now completely lost in the pleasure she was providing herself, oblivious to the rest of the world around her.
Her other hand tugged the cups of her bra down, giving her better access to her breasts and her now incredibly hard nipples. Her breasts were stunning, a firm C-cup in size. The areolas, a rosy pink in color, were now obviously extremely flushed with her arousal. Both hands were now gently massaging her naked breasts, her thumbs lightly swirling around each nipple.
This went on for several more minutes before both hands slid down to the hem of her skirt, grabbing it firmly and pulling it up her legs. She lifted her ass off her chair, allowing her to tug her skirt completely up around her waist. Underneath, she was wearing a beautiful beige garter belt paired with extremely sheer nude stockings. As she spread her legs, her matching beige satin panties clearly displayed a very visible wet spot in the gusset from her obvious arousal.
My impossibly hard cock was now threatening to bust out of my pants. My hand slid down over my shaft, and I stroked it slowly over my trousers as I continued to watch the erotic scene unfold before me.
The object of my arousal opened her eyes and stared out the windows with a faraway expression. She was now completely lost in what she was doing. One hand went back to cupping and massaging her breast as the other dropped between her legs. Her fingers slid over the front of her silky panties, her mouth opening again with what appeared to be another desperate moan as she started slowly rubbing her pussy.
I could not take it anymore. I unfastened the front of my pants and freed my now rock-hard member. Wrapping my hand around the shaft, I started to frantically stroke it as I continued to watch my new friend enjoy herself in the building across from me.
Wasting no further time, she slipped her hand into the waistband of her panties, sliding her fingers over what I was now positive was a very warm and wet pussy. I could clearly see her hand moving underneath the silky fabric of her panties as she slowly pleasured herself.
I could not take it anymore, closing my eyes and crying out as I erupted onto my hand and onto the floor in front of me.
Looking back up, I saw my friend was not far behind me. I could see the fingers in her panties speed up as she chased her own orgasm. Finally, her back arched from her chair, and her body shuddered as her own intense climax swept over her.
After a few moments to recover, she slowly pulled her skirt back into place, slid her breasts back into her bra, and rebuttoned her blouse. Standing, she looked up and turned her eyes in my direction, looking straight at me as she mouthed the words, "You get to entertain me next time."
With that, she turned and briskly walked away from the windows as the lights in her office went dark.
I just sat there stunned, my hand still covered in my own cum. Had she really known I was still there and watching?
I just shook my head and smiled to myself as I started cleaning myself up, saying out loud, "I guess I know where I will be next Friday evening."
