Voir

Keys cascading down and raining upon the marble-tiled floor along with a few choice swearwords and legs shakily faltering as Gabriela Casimiro bent to retrieve them was a clear sign that she was truly drunk. Her long night of tequila shots and sea breeze chasers had left her a dizzy, fumbling mess.

But she frankly didn't care how unladylike the clearly inebriated Chief Risks Officer of Robarts & Simms International looked right now. With another barrage of fuckfuckfuck filling the night's airwaves, a few more off-target key-into-keyhole attempts and finally a lock tumbler click, Gabriela stumbled into her luxurious penthouse suite — modern, sleek, white and chrome, splashed with light accents of yellows-blues-grays throughout.

Gabriela tossed her purse to the ground, recently recovered keys following immediately as she stumbled her way to the bedroom. Bright light washed the room, making her wince, a sure headache in her near future. Hair disheveled, stockings with a slight run, one six-inch heel in hand, Gabriela stripped off her form-fitted red dress and kicked it into a corner while exhaling a sigh of relief to finally be home. She was ready to collapse into bed — but not just yet, not before one last orgasm. Gabriela did a quick, peripheral glance across the courtyard to the matching condo tower mirroring hers. She could feel those eyes, again burning with lust, hidden by the night's heavy black cloak, a feeling she'd gotten accustomed to. Hairs raised on the back of her neck, slightly vulnerable. Someone was watching her, intently. Gabriela smirked, oh how she loved this game.

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Saturday night — or rather, very early Sunday morning — and a stressful three months of complicated international negotiations with a Chinese conglomerate looking to invest in North American commercial real estate were behind her with the final i's-dotted-t's-crossed details now finalized. She had deserved this night, celebrating the closing of a lucrative deal her male counterparts could only dream of completing — damn, that black dress she wore Friday really hugged her every curve, once more to her alpha-male-manipulating advantage.

An evening of late-night debauchery imbibing far too many drinks was a needed release of pent-up tension — both work-related and lack-of-satisfying-sex related. Goddamn Joshua, he knew just how to give her the most exhilarating painful pleasure she craved. Still burns her inside how her now-former executive secretary/secret dominant discarded her right as she needed him most: not only as the biggest deal in her career to date was delicately unfolding, but also for leaving a cavernous void in her sadomasochistic life. Poached right from under her — and from on top of her — by a corporate headhunter to join a new California-based financial investment firm as its analytical risks vice president. Fucking asshole. Just up and left hurriedly with not even one more of his memorable ass-bruising spankings as a goodbye.

The completed deal was too good a career-defining moment to let the thought of Joshua's somewhat abrupt abandonment ruin it, however. She celebrated in high style this Saturday night, unbound with endless, free-flowing alcohol and Gabriela's trademarked man-eater appetite satiated, a night of heavy flirting with pretty-boy males just begging to be spellbound by her charms. She especially enjoyed tonight's captured prey, the young blonde with a gorgeous six-pack gym rat body that found himself on his knees in the bathroom, licking her pussy until she orgasmed on his tongue, leaving him hard-cocked and blue-balled, watching her taut ass leave him confounded as to how or exactly why his load wasn't dripping over those luscious lips of hers or flowing downward into her throat. How delicious that teasing was to Gabriela. Intoxicatingly delicious. She needed another taste.

Gabriela swayed drunkenly to the window, clad in a matching red bra and thong, purposefully taking her time to remove her jewelry and place it on the dresser. Each night she looked out across the courtyard to the neighboring condominium, searching for evidence of her admirer. It had gotten to the point where Gabriela thought she must be imagining it all. But is certainly wasn't illusory paranoia. No, a few weeks ago she noticed the curtain move just-barely-noticeable, saw his silhouette — aroused silhouette, she chuckled. At first, it angered her, his uninvited intrusion upon her sexual release with her vibrator. But quickly Gabriela's inside exhibitionist became titillated at the thought of showing off when she became naked, when she pleasured herself, which had become way too frequent in the last six weeks. Fuck you, Joshua. But now, fuck yourself, Gabriela, she mischievously thought. Time for tonight's scintillating peep show.

There was only a handful of emitting lights glowing softly in the way-to-early morning darkness. But it was only one subtly radiating source that Gabriela found herself fixated on, in the building 200 yards across from hers, the floor just below. Yes, it was faint, but Gabriela was confident there were desirous eyes peering through the semi-closed stark-white blinds. Showtime, Gabriela.

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A self-professed night owl, Tim Callaway or — CallaKayOz, as he was known in the cyber world— was engrossed in a hard-core beta-testing session for a blockbuster first-person shooter coming out in six months. Long, twenty-hour days-blurred-into-nights work sessions had become the norm for Tim. This, after years of intense deadline crunches working first in application development — where a search engine optimization suppression algorithm earned him a patent and "geek industry" fame along with a rather swollen bank account — and now gaming development. Despite the focus on the in-game action, Tim quickly noticed the luminosity he had hoped to see tonight.

"Have to go, guys. David, I will talk to you about that one graphical glitch I saw in quadrant seven tomorrow. CallaKayOz, signing off."

And with that, Tim quickly logged out of the beta, closed his laptop, removed his headset and had his attention completely diverted from firefights among futuristic paramilitary soldiers to the enthralling beacon calling out to his lustful eyes' attention. It was impossible to tear his gaze away from her window. Brown curls were awry and mussed, and she looked as though she had trouble staying upright as she entered the bedroom.

No doubt she was drunk. A wave of jealousy washed over him as he imagined all the men who must have had their eyes on her, their hands on her as she danced the night away in that all-too-tight red dress. But that jealousy quickly washed away because it was he who had her now. It was their time together, once more. He peered down at his smartwatch: three-thirty. Much later than usual, but there she was, that light across the courtyard, the full-drawn window view he had become so familiar with the last two months.

He shouldn't be watching, he shouldn't have been waiting, using the beta test as a transparent excuse for staying up late, really just waiting for her, and the moment that light flickered on he was lost completely in his lust for her. Her being the tall, gorgeous brunette living in the penthouse across the courtyard. Her being Gabriela Casimiro, he had come to discover through some low-level internet sleuthing, an up-and-coming financial industry star. Her being totally out of his league normally.

However, "normally" had gone by the wayside for Tim lately since he discovered just how much he enjoyed being a perverted peeping tom, watching her perform in that window, pleasuring her pussy late at night before bedtime. And he in turn stroking his cum so hard out of his erect member, so many loads in tribute to her five-star performances with that sex toy drawing writhing orgasm after orgasm from her cunt. He had a suspicion she knew she was being watched. But did she know it was him, that he and his cock were her captive audience?

Tim's hand squeezed the ache in his pants, hoping tonight would be a night where she pulled out that purple vibrator from under her bed and fucked herself to orgasm. His cock gave a hard pulse just as that dress was thrown down, revealing her sensuously curvy figure. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

Usually as she neared the window he would step back, just out of sight. But tonight he needed to see every inch of her, every morsel his gluttonous eyes could swallow. For a moment it looked as though she locked eyes with him —she had to know he was watching, lusting, cumming — his stroking becoming more fevered as the thought of being caught spurred him on.

Tim let out a slight moan as she turned away, her thong-clad ass perfect in his view, every amazing curvature arching down to shapely legs. Fantasies sprinted through his mind as he neared himself to completion, ready to burst watching the seemingly unsuspecting tease. She unclasped her bra, slithered off her thong agonizingly slow, that shaved, pink mound coming into Tim's sightline now, making him stroke even harder. "Fuck yes, Gabriela, that's just what I like you whore, to see that beautiful pussy being fucked. That's it. Fuck it for me, hard, you goddamn slut."

The dirty fuckwords easily slid smoothly off Tim's lips from across the courtyard, his mind knowing he would find himself tongue-tied just saying hello to her if he ever met her in person. But no matter — in the night, here, now, his cock now ready to burst — he could be the sexually confident man he always wanted to be, hidden in the night, his bravado sheathed behind a concealed, licentious darkness. And finally, with the release of her wave of naughty bliss washing over her entirety, he relented willingly, grunting and spilled heavy into his hand, body jerking and knees buckling with each spurt, his mind overflowing with excitement and fulfilled lust.

When he had finally composed himself, the light was off. "Thank you, Gabriela, for yet another great fuck. Until next time, gorgeous." He smiled dirtily, cleaned up his mess, and a satisfied Tim drifted to sleep with thoughts of a stunning brunette in a red lace thong filling his dreams.

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Gabriela had witnessed it all as best she could from her vantage point — the stroking, the shot of cum, it had made her already overinflated ego purr with satisfaction. She acted oblivious to Mr. Peeping Tom watching. But she had known for a while now. The last month, she discovered her dirty secret admirer, coming to realize that her masturbatory performances were being not only watched but eagerly participated in from afar.

And now, she could feel his presence, eyes peering into her window, purposely unobstructed view for him but especially her as she took so much orgasmic delight in being in control — being conniving in her manipulation of his lust, him no doubt watching with a fully engorged cock as she dressed or undressed; while she satisfied her needs with a few favorite toys.

But this was becoming lackluster. Oh, she certainly enjoyed knowing her orgasms aroused him. However, she wanted more as she always eventually did. Nothing was ever enough for Gabriela Casimiro. No more starring role for her. She wanted to watch him perform. It was time to throw open the curtains of his peepingtomfoolery and become the audience to his erotic exploits. She scanned the twenty-fourth floor of his building, the fifth suite over, right there, that was his fucktheater viewpoint: 2405 East. Yes, Mr. Twenty-four-oh-five-e. It's time for me to become the spectator. Just you wait till I find who you are, you dirty fuck. You've had your fun watching. Now we're going to amp this naughtiness up a few decibels for my pleasure. Gabriela would put more thought tomorrow into how that role reversal would happen. For now, the night called her to slumbering enchantment — the multitude of inebriating drinks and orgasmic releases combining to swirl into a puissant sleeping beauty potion that tossed Gabriela hard into a hangover-infused deep rest.

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Monday morning too soon dawned on a still-hangover-recuperating Gabriela, but she had incentive to wake — a plan to devise, a man to sway as so many before him, under her sexual charms. She wanted her unknown-but-not-unnoticed watcher to become the watched. But first, she wanted him to admit to it, concede to watching her all this time. And then she wanted her own private show. A malevolent grin twisted her features as she imagined what she could — oh, and certainly would — make him do for her.

Without any thought to whether he was watching once again, Gabriela pulled her vibrator out from its not-so-hiding place and slowly started to run it along her pussy lips. They were aching, needing release even after the weekend's alcohol-assisted performance for him. Hips writhed on the bed, back bowing, fingers delving deep into her wetness as the vibrator hummed along her clit. It brought her to the edge over and over, making her knees weak with the desperate need to cum before she allowed it.

It wasn't long before she was screaming out in release, cunt sore from the intensity. It was another few minutes before she could even lift herself from the bed and dress for work. Gabriela was bound to be late. Nine o'clock was fast approaching and her office was a fifteen-minute commute, which wouldn't give her much time to prepare for her nine-thirty conference call. Cussing, she practically sprinted down the steps out into the courtyard and caught glimpse of a man, in the same seemingly flustered state exiting the east building. As his eyes at last locked on her, he froze like a kid who had been caught with his dad's filthy magazines.

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Tim woke later than usual Monday morning. Needing to leave by nine, but he had no real be-on-time punch-clock pressure — he earned the come-and-go-whenever privilege as long as stable release was achieved for his latest wunderkind project: four in a row had achieved profits of multimillions. Still, he had promised David that he would come in this morning and fix the graphical glitch he had noticed last night — before Gabriela's rousing presentation.

As he hurriedly dressed, along with packing his gear and notes into his tan messenger bag, he couldn't help but find himself drawn to looking across the courtyard, his eyes constantly searching for her form. He knelt down to retrieve a wayward shoe from under the bed and as he stood, shoe in hand, he noticed the unexpected —an open-curtain call from Gabriela. He quickly rose, his cock just as quickly risen, ready to watch, ready to once more revel in their perverse "Rear Window" fucking from afar. Her tight pussy was already wrapped around her fingers as she held her vibrator hard against her cunt. He nearly came the moment his hand touched his imploring dick. She was much more enthusiastic than usual this morning — wait, Tim, did she just look over, knowingly? 'I know you're watching, Tim. Do you like how I fuck myself for you?'

No, it couldn't be, it must just be his imagination in hyper — and horny — drive this morning as he jerked his cock, imagining fucking her from behind, her tits pressed against that window as he thrust over and over into her soaked cunt. He intently watched as her body twisted under the expertise of her own fingers. And then, the payoff: just as he noticed her release, he shot his cock-rush, hard and gratifying, bursting his morning load across his blinds. What a damn mess of sexual desire splattered and splayed all over, a reminder of the explosiveness she just uncorked from his secretively seduced cock. He quickly cleaned whatever stickiness he could — promising to get to the blinds later more thoroughly — and finished dressing for work before making his way down to the courtyard, quickly pacing toward the parking lot.

David expected him at ten. He looked down at his watch: five after nine. Let's see, I can stop to get a coffee a that place right around from David's, maybe a bagel, a little Philly cream cheese — it was then his inner thoughts were jolted back to reality, as the moment he looked up — her, here, now! — his heart suddenly leapt, becoming firmly lodged in his throat. There Gabriela was: beautiful, sexy Gabriela, his cock's dirty dreamgirl. Not ten feet from him heading diagonally toward him, her destination apparently the very same parking lot — the woman he had just watched touch herself while he in turn stroked himself to completion. All over the blinds you still have to clean, he reminded himself.

The smirk on her lips when their eyes conjoined for the slightest of moments had him almost convinced that she somehow knew — I told you, Tim, he thought, you cock-stroking-in-the-shadows morals-missing miscreant! She knows you watch! The paranoia careening through his mind inexplicably slowed time down, each step he made seemingly matched by two of hers, his potential embarrassment — she knows — drawing his eyes downward like a magnet to the red pavers beneath his footsteps. Tim was desperate to elude her rapidly approaching presence.

She moved in front of him, veering forward five feet ahead, Tim thankfully avoiding an awkward collision course with the woman he fantasized about facefucking-cuntfucking-assfucking every single moment he stared darkly desirous at her across that same courtyard twenty-five stories up. She walked slightly ahead of him, the sway of her hips in a blue curve-hugging dress with matching blue stockings just tantalizing enough to make his thoughts stray to a more provocative place. What he wouldn't give to spend a night worshipping that ass. Caressing it. Fucking it. Running his tongue along it.

Tim could feel his cock stirring despite just having relieved his need. She was so close.

Too.

Fucking.

Close.

A metallic shattering of keys broke him from his thoughts just a moment too late as she stooped to collect them. Tim knocked right into her left thigh, which bore the brunt of his unintended impact. She no doubt had felt his erection as it came into contact with her and he quickly grabbed hold to prevent Gabriela from being knocked completely over as she stumbled forward from the blow. A rosy blush was evident across his cheeks as his Irish fair-skinned complexion was prone to quickly give up his most embarrassing emotions.

Great job, Tim, he thought. Out of the ten worst ways you could have imagined finally meeting her, this has got to be number two — right below running naked covered in honey, shrieking like a six-year-old girl, hotly pursued by a gang of angry bees."

"I'm so sorry!" he blurted out, mortified.

"No, that's my fault, I shouldn't have been so clumsy," Gabriela replied with a slight undercurrent of agitation. Goddammit, why am I apologizing?" she thought. "He ran into me. But fuck, at least he's kind of sexy in a nerdy-hipster way."

"It's OK, we're both in a rush, it seems," she said with a coy smile. Her voice was sultrier than he imagined, as if she had a dirty little secret that no one knew. His secret? Tim gave a brisk nod in acknowledgement and yearned to be quickly out of this discomfited situation. His social skills, particularly with women, were just barely adequate on his most confident of days, but interacting thisclose with a beautiful vixen like Gabriela was testing his social suaveness hard — even harder than his erection that just had a close ass encounter of the sexy-as-fuck-kind.

"I don't think we've ever met, have we? My name is Gabriela, I live in Wentz Towers West."

Oh, Gabriela, I know exactly where you live and who you are. Tim looked up and forced a smile that he hoped was endearing and not at all guy-who-watches-you-through-your-window creepy. "My name's Tim." He placed his messenger bag down, reaching to retrieve her keys just as she did. Two heads conked and dually recoiled, each of them reactively reaching a hand up to assess the cranial collateral damage. Great job Tim, you've gotten a new number one in worst-ways-to-meet-Gabriela.