Evening Breeze

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It took a fumble or two with the locking mechanism, but then the glass doors slid apart, and I stepped out on to the roof garden.I was immediately hit by a wall of hot city air and a barrage of noise from the busy streets below. My godmother had forewarned me when she loaned me the apartment, for six months, that the days would be like this but that by evening the streets and the temperatures would calm down.I was just out of Uni and moving to the Big Smoke for a much sought after internship with a major broadcaster. I was pumped and excited, and the city bustle just added to the mix.My godmother, Tania was correct, by mid-evening, the heat had dropped to a pleasant level and the noise, bar the occasional emergency siren was gone until it would resume with the morning rush.I had helped myself to an icy cold Bud from the fridge and settled down outside to check that I was thoroughly familiarised with World Corp.’s mission Bostancı Escort statement and corporate values.Try as I might I struggled to keep my eyes on the written page. The roof gardens gave me a stunning view of the city skyline. Probably a full two blocks east and south of our building.Eventually, as I neared the end of my required reading, I caught a movement at the roof garden of the building across the street.The waning sunlight had reflected from the glass doors of the roof garden as they slid apart.I looked across curious as to who lived there. A tall twenty-something blonde in a khaki jumpsuit and heels appeared carrying a silver tray.I watched as she placed the tray upon the glass-topped table before carefully arranging an ice bucket, glasses and what looked like a champagne bottle.I think I was born a people watcher a voyeur. I couldn’t help myself. I put the papers away Bostancı Escort Bayan and settled back with my beer to watch.The blonde went back inside only to reappear with a blanket and a small object I could not distinguish.Then things got very interesting.First, she folded the blanket down until it made a cushioned pad and placed it on the floor before the table.As I kept on watching, she pulled the zip on her jumpsuit before slipping it off her shoulders and down her legs. Now I could see her in a sheer black bra and string panties.In seconds the undies and bra came off, and she stood there in all her glory clad in just her heels.Already I was clenching my thighs as my kitty started purring to the scene before me.Amazed, I watched with bated breath as she picked up a black collar and fastened it around her neck before picking up what I thought were hair extensions.Spreading Escort Bostancı her legs and leaning forward she took the silver end of the extensions and oh fuck me. I watched as the silver end was slowly slipped into her ass and she straightened up now with a tail swinging against her thighs.Slowly I eased down the zip of my shorts and allowed my fingers to seek out my now molten pussy.The blonde fastened a blindfold over her eyes and knelt on the blanket.For the next thirty minutes, nothing happened, well almost nothing. The blonde knelt utterly still in the warm evening air.I was now clad only in my tee and panties having slipped off my shorts. Using my phone, safe in the knowledge that my quarry was blindfolded, I zoomed in for a closer look.I could see condensation beading on the champagne bottle and running down to the crisp white napkin wrapped around the base.I could see her small pale nipples jutting from her firm mid-sized breasts.I could see a cluster of pale brown moles at the base of her sternum.When I inhaled, I could smell my own arousal? The result of edging myself since had she slipped that tail up her firm shapely ass. Oh, yes, I could see that too. The muscles in her back flexing as she knelt.

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