Marie Jenkins closed her eyes, rotating her head to try and work the kinks out of her tired neck and shoulders.
It was almost ten thirty at night and she still had a pile of reports to go over before tomorrow’s big meeting. Deciding to take a five-minute break, the voluptuous red head stood and stretched, and for some reason, cupped her full chest through her blouse, tweaking her quickly hardening nipples. All of the nervous tension in Marie’s body seemed to gravitated to her pussy, which right then was throbbing. All alone in her office and on the twenty eighth floor, Marie simply began to masturbate, unaware that the cleaning crew had left the blind up on her side window. The tall woman with the impossibly long legs kept one hand on her right tit, while she snuck her left down her blouse, down her crotch, then bent slightly to lift her A-line skirt.
Hand deeply squished, “ha-huffing” as she wriggled and writhed, Marie managed her manicured fingers up under the waistband of her pantyhose then down and splayed over her soaking panties. Somehow she snuck the tip of her finger up and in and when Marie touched just the very tip of the top of her pussy she came instantly, bucking wildly while standing at her desk.
The twenty-five year-old account executive collapsed back into her chair gasping for breath as the cool air wafted over her very satisfied pussy. An hour Marie snapped off the lights to her office and headed off for home to a hot bath, warm bed and a much-needed sleep.
Somewhat bleary eyed, Marie entered her office at exactly eight sharp to go over some notes for the morning’s meeting.
As was her routine, she checked her email, hoping for an important letter from the west coast office that would make her planned meeting today all that much easier. Passing over a few personal notes from friends, and frustrated her hoped for email hadn’t come Marie scrolled down to one last message with: ‘Thank you for last Night’ as its subject.
The screen filled with the message after she clicked on it: Thank you so much for the show, it was much more than enjoyable. Tell your cleaning staff to keep that side window blind up more often. You certainly have the body for an A-line skirt.
Your Voyeur.
Marie’s heart was beating a mile a minute as she gazed to her side, to the bare bright side window! Yes, there was an office tower across the way, but she’d never be able to tell who, of all the occupants, had stared at her last night. And even if she could, what good what that do her? The man obviously used binoculars-shit, was he a pro Peeping Tom?-seeing as how he related details of the type of skirt she was wearing. And if he could make out that much detail he obviously saw her face and connected her through the office webpage which had her email address and office extension.
The day passed quickly enough, the meeting went well, but through it all Marie thought about her personal voyeur and despite her revulsion, she had to admit she also felt titillated. So much so her pussy throbbed low and dewy all day.
Returning to the office at three thirty, again checking her email out of habit, Marie saw another strange subject line-TONIGHT?- to a message third from the bottom of her new ones. I see you’ve kept that blind up, could I be so lucky again tonight?
Smiling despite herself, feeling her nipples rising and her pussy flooding, Marie reached to the bottom drawer on the right side of her desk. Jim had given her binoculars as a present three months ago, promising to take her bird watching in Central Park on their lunch hour.
Jim and she had broken up a month ago, never giving Marie the chance to use the high-powered scope she plucked from the drawer.
She hit the reply button on her email and began to write.
