Long Story: The Window (Part 2)
He stood there amazed. His body was ready for the game but he was still contemplating. His posture made it so difficult for me to not tease him even more. His eyes traced down from my eyes to my neck and to my chest. He took a sharp breath in.! It was going to get really intense. And I wasn’t ready to back away or give in yet!! We just got started.!
I wasn’t expecting Sunday to take a turn like this. It had only been a short while since I shifted to this city. Last November.! That’s when I got my appointment, packed my bags and took my flight straight away. I was excited. It was a good opportunity to gain some experience. And that too in the best city possible.!
Been over seven months now to be precise. Life here was somewhat going on in a loop. I had entered a routine. My job was interesting. I loved designing. And I was hired by one of the private companies here. And this city needs fashion. People highly follow the trends. So it was the best choice to bag some experiences for the future. I was a beginner but I was good at my work. And I was confident in what I created.! This was all I ever wanted to do. Create.!
I had a few friends in the city. Not many but few with whom I used to hangout often. Factually speaking, we had literally no time to go out exploring or make some new friends in the initial months. The shift was hectic. Sometimes we’ll have to free handedly stitch the dresses and that requires a lot of time and focus. Usually they put new bees to such works and so yeah.. I had been there. Usually I get two to three hours of sleep. That too barely. But I enjoyed the process.
I was quick to date my colleague Jay Shikavath in between as well.! Yeah that’s another story.! But he wasn’t the guy I thought he was and we got into a real bad fight. It broke me when he got promoted with my designs. It’s creativity, yes I know you can’t steal it from anyone. But you can mistreat the creations anyway. A real bad red flag I saw in him. So I ran with my life. We are rivals now anyway. So it was done. That was the first hard hit this city gave on my delicate heart..! The first lesson I learnt from here..that we can’t really trust anyone with anything. We are only reliable to ourselves. And that’s a bitter truth. With that sourness spread to my life bread, I remain single for the past few months.
This is the city of dreams. And everyone wants to know what you got.! What you are here for. People are so occupied with themselves. So focussed. It’s all about getting ourselves improved no matter what.! Even getting stuck in the traffic for an hour seems like learning a life lesson. You learn to live and cope up in this city. Amidst the crowd, amidst the rush, amidst the people climbing up ladders of success. You learn to not feel down but carry on with what you do. You learn to walk past people who tried to bring you down. You learn to forgive and be there for yourself rather than looking for someone else to do that for you.!
And at times in the process you might feel like leaving love behind.! Loyalty behind.! And the need to leave the ways of right deeds behind..! But we gotta live anyway.
And about this place..If you want to get wasted…this is the place.! If you wanna earn money..this is the place.! You wanna find yourself from the losses..this is the place.! This is the best and worst of where you could be depending on how your life takes a turn in here.!
And after Jay it was just random hook-ups for me. Not frequently but now and then when I’m exhausted and hit the club to get wasted mostly. And I think Harsh has seen me in that state. Wasted.! Kissing some random stranger from the club.! Oh god.. that would have been my first impression.!
I looked over at him as I moved my robe further down from my chest exposing the skin of my left breast to his eyes.!
He approached his window and extended his hands, placing them on the glass. He seemed so sure of what he was doing. As he touched the glass screen in front of him with one of his fingers, I moved closer to my own. I will play along.! He moved his forefinger in a rounded motion before slightly pinching the glass that lay at the level of my exposed breasts as he looked over at my slightly diminished form on his window. I cursed the distance between us at that moment.! He licked his lips before moving further and closer to the window. He leaned his head slightly down tilting merely to a side before kissing the window glass. I took a deep breath in watching him do it with need and passion. He stepped a little back, his face still close to the glass screen and traced his tongue slightly over the reflection of my breasts. I found myself getting wet instantly at the sight in front of me while my body was aching for his touch.! I felt like inviting him over but No.. I wanted to see how far he would take it.
I saw his pants getting tighter as his erection was very evident over the fabric of his ripped blue jeans. He looked hot. Shirtless and trying to make love across a window glass. His face looked serious, chest heaving up and down with sharp intakes of breath as his one hand glided down his body past his abdomen to his hard dick. He stroked himself in slow motion while looking at me.
One stroke and he closed his eyes. Two and he was fighting the urge to fasten his hands with a deep breath. Three and I saw him get hard even more that I could make out his length from over my place.! And he stopped taking a step back and turned his head to the side indicating it was my turn.
Fuck…that was hot.!
Why hadn’t we met before.?! I thought to myself.
This might become a one time encounter.! We might come across each other during our jogges in the morning and might move past like this never happened. Like we never knew each other. Maybe he won’t remember the heat of this moment later. Maybe I wouldn’t want to remember this either. But I hope it doesn’t end up as such. Like a random hookup story.! It was evident that I wanted him. Maybe we could date. But this city has given me bad experiences with guys. I don’t wanna scar myself with the same wounds again. I started off with the wrong person.! Maybe this time I’ll take it slow.
I don’t know him more than the fact that he is the hot neighbour I happened to discover on a boring lockdown Sunday. I can’t read his mind if he is thinking the same or not. I don’t have his number to check on him. It was amazing how the chemistry was working. We might work as well. Only if we try it for once.! I can feel the spark. I wish he was here in my apartment by now.!! Or me there with him.!! But it might be too much of a rush.! So I guess we are at the right places for now.!
I took the robe off one of my shoulders exposing my full breasts and let it slip off the other as well. I stood there, my upper half naked to his view. I was confident in my body. I looked to my sides at the reflection of my body in my vanity mirror. I saw the robe hanging half way down my arms as my damp hair adored the skin on my back till my waist line. I had long hair.! There were no strands in the way and he could see my boobs in all their glory. I arched my back with a deep intake of breath. I watched over him to see his reaction. His eyes laid on my chest as he licked his lips unconsciously. He was too absorbed in the moment. He looked desperate for a touch.! Just like me.!!
I let my free hand slide inside the folds of my robe at the bottom before I tossed the robe on to the ground in a fast swift motion.
And he wasn’t expecting that.!
I stood there completely naked in front of him.
He moved close to the window, his breath hitting the glass making it go foggy. His hands glided down at his hardness before he started to slowly stroke him again.
I cupped my breasts and squeezed them with a smile, and let one hand wander down to my stomach and to the thatch of hair between my thighs. I hadn’t shaved.! My fingers wove through the thin pubic hairs and ventured to the moist recesses below.
I nodded at him asking him to go ahead.
Harsh hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and underwear. He was achingly hard. He pushed his clothes gradually down, allowing the elastic bands to crawl tortuously over his erection until he liberated his dick, hard, erect, free and glistening.!! He was big.!
I leaned against my window. My tanned flesh whitening as my breasts pressed to the glass. My one hand massaged one of my nipples while the other worked the fires below in a series of rounded motions with my fingers.
Harsh’s jeans fell to the floor through his hairy legs and he kicked them from around his ankles.
Across the way, he was lost in his own ecstasy while I was getting lost in my own. My eyes wandered over at him, admiring his every part. My breath fogged the panes like it did before.
At this point I couldn’t think of if someone else could be watching us or not.! We were at a slightly open place. Fuelled by lust. Naked to the outside view. Enjoying ourselves as we watch each other take pleasure in what we were sharing.
Me watching him kept his ferocity alive. My actions intensified and he followed the suit. He stroked faster, harder and harder, to keep the pace, feeling himself at the edge and unable to stop. I thought of him sliding inside of me, enveloped by my heat, of his tongue tasting my juices, consuming me, drop by drop.! I pushed a finger inside of me as the thoughts filled my every nerve.
His body felt as though it were to explode, tunnelling to an all-consuming release.! He stroked himself real fast as his breathing got shuffled and his jaw got clenched. He was getting close. I pushed another finger inside of me moving them in and out as fast as I can while my other hand rubbed my clit in circles.
With rigid spasms filling his body all the way up from his knees to this abdomen he came, shooting his long white cords onto the window screen. His knees threatened to buckle and he had to steady himself with great effort.
I removed my own hand from between my thighs and he might have imagined it wet, sticky, and warm. It indeed was. I came, juices flowing down my thighs, while small drops of sweat started to flow down from my neck to my cleavage. I traced a finger down the pane, leaving a smudged white streak with my honey.
Harsh, sweating, still hard, still throbbing, tapped his cock on the glass and smeared the mess he had made there.!
He wiped his arm across his brow.! Taking a sharp breath as his eyes were still fixed on me.
I sighed moving back a little to get the dark red lipstick which laid on my vanity table.
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I wrote my cell phone number on the window glass for him to see.! And a smile spread across his face as he nodded his head in response.
Maybe we could survive staying at home after all.!!
– THE END –
