Divorced Sophie Jones closed her eyes while rotating her head as she tried to work the kinks out of her tired neck and shoulders. It had been a long day, and it was almost ten thirty at night in early September and she still had a pile of stuff to go over before tomorrow’s big meeting. Deciding to take a few minutes break, she stood up and stretched, cupping her full chest through her blouse and tweaked her rapidly hardening nipples, how she liked these brassieres which supported and shaped them selves to her breast rather than show the world unreal tit formations, with wires and rigid cups. She eschewed the undies at home but it was not the done thing to flop her tits around the office in her exalted position of the CEO’s PA. All of the nervous tension in her body seemed to have gravitated to her pussy, which by now was damp and throbbing in anticipation of a much needed orgasm.
“Not now,” she moaned, “I’ve got a lot of work to finish up,” but in her heart she knew that the only way that she’d ever get done was if she could get some relief for her erect clitoris. Forgetting momentarily that while she was alone in her office on the eighth floor in Commercial Street, the blinds on her windows were wide open, offering any amateur peeper who happened to be around – unlikely she thought - having a perfect view of everything she was doing. Enjoying her sensitive nipples, she continued to caress her tits, her breathing became much more laboured until finally she leaned against her desk, put one shapely tan stockinged leg on Jenny, her assistant’s chair, hoisted up her dress, shoved her hand inside her decorative, pale cream French knickers and began furiously frigging her soggy cunt until her whole body shuddered as it was consumed by a crushing climax.
She collapsed back into the chair gasping for breath as the cool, still airconned air wafted over her very satisfied pussy, until an hour later after, wiping her sticky twat, finished up her paper work, she snapped of the lights to her office and headed for home to a hot bath and a warm bed.
Somewhat bleary eyed the following day, Sophie entered her office at exactly eight sharp to go over some notes she had made for Simon Twisthurst, her boss, in preparation for this morning’s meeting.
“Morning Jack,” she called to the security man as he reached for her ribboned pass.
Jack acknowledged her greeting with a cheery whiskery smile and ogled her chest, her neat white blouse creasing as she slung her pass over the shoulders. For a mature professional woman, she had a marvellous figure as he leered at her swaying walk to the bank of lifts.
Hmm bare legs today, Jack thought. It is hot and humid.
“These fifteen hour days are going to kill me, “ the 62 year old mumbled to herself while taking a sip of hot black coffee and making sure that she had all of the data she needed on the governmental procedures. Checking her watch, she remembered that it she was expecting an important e mail from the Scottish office, so she quickly punched in her password, and with a touch of a button her screen came alive with a half dozen or so messages, including the one she had been waiting for. It was perfect to help her day, so downloading and printing it, she checked the remaining mail to see if there was anything further of importance.
There was the last one, however, that piqued her interest, because it had such a strange subject. Must be spam, she thought, as she double clicked on SAW YOU.
As the screen filled with the message in a large font size, Sophie’s heart popped to her throat as she read.
Thank you so much for the show, it was much more than enjoyable. My office is directly across from yours and I couldn’t help but notice your mature display of overt self-gratification. Watch me tonight at eight, it’s my turn Signed, The Voyeur.
Sophie’s heart was beating a mile a minute as she gazed out the window at the windows on the building across the road while wondering who had been spying on her, and even more disturbing, how did that someone find out who she was and what her e mail address was? There were many heads, faces and many more floors in the building. Standing up on shaking legs, Sophie half closed her blinds, to keep the bright autumn sun at bay and headed off to her morning meeting.
All day, the important meeting was a success, Sophie tried keeping her mind on her work, but the unnerving e mail message kept slipping back into her mind, and while she certainly wasn’t going to stick around to watch some pervert masturbating in front of her, that was out of the question, she began forming an idea in her head that just might allow her to find out who was watching her.
“Yeah another late night,” she frowned as Mo and Jenny her assistants left.
As eight o’clock neared, Sophie opened her blinds, opened the blinds, turned off the lights to her office, and sat down in her chair and waited. Maybe, just maybe this so called voyeur would show himself to her. As the minutes ticked off and the time approached eight thirty, and figuring that who ever it was wasn’t going to show, Sophie put on her coat and got ready to go home.
She was just about ready to leave, when suddenly her desk phone rang, causing her to momentarily freeze in the open doorway. Who could that be at this hour? she reached for the receiver.
“Hello, who is this?”
“I’m disappointed in you Sophie,” a deep male voice said softly, “I had hoped that we could help each other out.”
“I ... I’m sure that I don’t know what you mean,” she replied nervously, “And by the way, how did you find out who I am?”
After ignoring her question he went on. “The other evening you looked so erotic, so beautiful, I adore mature ladies. I had to do it with you right then and there.”
“Yo ... do what? ... you’re a pervert,” she stammered, “How dare you watch me in my own office?”
“Oh, Sophie,” he said softly. “I’ve never seen anyone quite like you, I mean I’m surrounded all day by young bimbos. I could feel your heat all the way over here.”
It was at that moment her gaze snapped over to the dark windows in the other building and she replied.
“If you’re so clever, show me what you look like, or are you afraid?”
“Hardly,” he replied with a chuckle, “I just want you to promise me that you’ll stay until I’m finished, or what’s the point?”
“Finish? ... I ... I’ll think about it,” she stammered as an office directly across from her burst into brightness.
“Do you see my office, Sophie?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” she replied, “But I still can’t see you.’’
“In a moment,” he answered, “But I just want to tell you that I’m already erect and fisting my cock.” A slight groan escaped her lips, and in a shaky voice she demanded, “Well show yourself if you have the guts, I’m waiting.”
Seconds later, a tall man appeared in front of the window with his back turned, and almost in slow motion began turning around to face her.
“Oh my,” she gasped as his erection came into view.
“You like that do you?” he asked while taking it into his hand and slowly fisting it. “Now it’s my turn to give you a show.”
Now while she wasn’t the most lascivious woman in the world, she had seen her share of peckers, and it was at some distance, but if this wasn’t the biggest one she’d ever seen it was pretty damn close, and whether she liked it or not, her pussy was slowly tightening and twisting towards an orgasm.
“So tell me,” he panted, “It’s exciting to watch, isn’t it, Sophie?”
Sophie was staring at what appeared to be a mid thirties executive working his hand smoothly up and down the length of his thick member when he further surprised her. She didn’t reply.
“Sophie, turn on the light and step over to the window.”
“I can’t,” she gasped as her finger brushed over her swollen clit, “That’s too embarrassing.”
“You can do it,” he implored, “You want to do it, look at my prick, it got hard just for you, now come to the window and show yourself to me, let me see and feel your incredible fire.”
“Oh, god, “ she moaned while turning on the light and half stumbling to the window with her hand inside of her frilled panties. “Like ... Ho ... how’s this?”
“Mmmmm,” he hummed. “You look delicious, are you aroused?”
“Can’t you tell?” she sighed while ogling his monster organ.
“Do you like my prick?” he asked while overtly thrusting his hips towards her.
“Sweet Jesus,” she moaned.
“Look at how long and thick it is. Do you like watching me wank, Sophie?” he whispered into his phone. “It’s almost like I’m just exposing my cock to you and you only on the street.
By now Sophie had lost all of her inhibitions, his crude language and terms and of course actions had fired her and without thinking, she slid her panties off and hitched up her skirt, exposing her dark, going grey beaver to her voyeuristic admirer.
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” he moaned “You have a very hairy pussy, it looks fucking incredible.
“Do you really like it?” she asked softly.
“Like it? just look at my pecker, it’s as hard as a fucking rock,” he panted before asking, “Do you know what I did last night?”
“No, but I feel you’re going to tell me, “ she gasped as her vagina convulsed unevenly. “Wwwhat did you do last night?”
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