[This story is about a loving mate, anal, exhibitionism, bi love... ]

Sue almost always dressed conservatively at work, yet occasionally dressed out of that persona. I noticed those risky days seemed to happen monthly. During that week, she’d come in braless letting her pokies grab all eyes and sometimes her 34Ds would stretch the gap between blouse buttons enough so those standing on the right side got a glimpse of her hard, luscious nipple.

Once, she came in wearing a patterned, see-through, black-tinted blouse over a black demi bra. Her proud nipples visible through the bra lace and sheer top. We said nothing and chose to drool instead. During those tell tale weeks, her skirts were shorter and showed off her beautifully toned legs. Above the halfway point when standing, they crawled up much higher when she sat and she didn’t adjust them. Seeing her panties between her slightly gaped legs was arousing, but not seeing them when we should have caused many more tents to pitch. We started to think of her as a tease, yet no one confronted her. She was too beautiful.

Enchanted, I asked her out during one of those risky weeks and she accepted. She was a passionate kisser from our first date, but cut me off at third base. We had so much in common, we bonded quickly. Believing we shouldn’t show any affection at work, she mostly ignored me and avoided all PDA. Normally a protective and sometimes jealous person, I found it hard to avoid commenting on her risky clothes. Yet, it seemed best to assume she knew what she was exposing and enjoyed teasing without getting involved in flings or one-nighters. Her more conservative dress three of four weeks help build trust.

Though she became an ardent lover, she never shared her preferences or limits, expecting me to figure it out or read her mind. So I became much more observant of her habits, word choices, and dress outside of work. When I got to third base, she responded deeply. We both loved the feel, aroma, taste, and sound of her squishy pussy. Both of us licked my fingers clean of her copious sex juices. Once I initiated, sex was intense. We fell dizzy in love.

Her nipples were perfectly shaped and sized as well as being electrically connected to her sensitive clit. She seemed to delight in sucking my cock — the feel, taste, and slurping sounds it made. Though she almost always swallowed, she also loved watching my cum fly even on her face. She’d marshal my cum into her smiling mouth, swallow that, and sensuously “mmmmm” as she licked my cock and balls clean.

She enjoyed missionary with her legs on my shoulders, but I think she much preferred harsh doggie style. With her face barely off the bed, she’d slam back into me so hard she often bruised my pubis. I had to compensate and noticed she was deliberately slamming her cute, little, and very pink rear hole against me. When I started rubbing it separately, she seemed to enjoy it, yet she’d groan in complaint. My finger didn’t seem welcome, so I assumed my cock wasn’t either. She was somewhat germaphobic, yet twice she rimmed me enthusiastically, even pushing a finger into my ass. That confused me. Why only twice?

About a month after I started dating that gorgeous coworker, she invited me to spend the night. Without the time pressure, we didn’t tear into each other those nights. The delay worked well for us, yet I noticed a habit I wasn’t aware of. When we got home from work, she went to her bedroom window and raised the shade before standing there and slowly stripping off her work clothes. I watched her expression change to a “thousand mile” stare out her tenth-floor window.

Three other tall apartment buildings were nearby. When I realized I could see into several other homes, I knew they could see her. Starting in profile, she stripped off her jacket, blouse, and bra, then scratched her bare tits for minutes as she turned to directly face the neighbors with hard nipples. Next, she stripped off her skirt and panties and rubbed her pussy as she spread her legs. I wondered if she performed for her neighbors every night. Reflections from telescopes pointed her way were no surprise. Do I mention her voyeurs and upset her habit or try to find joy in her erotic display? Convincing myself that there was no harm to her in being an exhibitionist, I said nothing and also enjoyed the show.

My dick swelled into a cock as I watched. She’d finally turn to me, point at it, and say, “I’ll take care of that when I get back.” The first time I wondered where she was going naked. After rubbing her pretty ass, she’d bend to pick up her panties, pointing her bare pussy and anus out the window, fumble with them for a minute, and put them on again. She then grabbed her green sport shorts and pulled them on tight. Besides creating a tempting camel toe, that also shook her big tits for her watchers. She brought her sneakers to the window and shook her bare tits some more as she put them on. Finally, she pulled on a threadbare yellow T-shirt with especially well worn spots against her nipples. “I’ll be back from jogging in about an hour. Make yourself at home.” Without a kiss, she dashed out the door with a smile.

A bit more than an hour later, she returned red-faced and sweaty, yet her clothes were not soaked. She kicked off her sneakers, stripped off all her clothes (at the window), separated her panties, and dashed to the bathroom leaving a slight hint of her sexy scent behind her. “Be right back. I need to shower off the sweat.”

In my confusion, I stripped and waited for her. Within a few minutes, she came out drying herself — at the window of course. I watched her tits rebound before and during her drying them as I imagined how many others were also watching. She faced the window as she lifted and dried each tit longer than needed. As she rubbed and dried her pussy, I stood behind her and let her shaking ass rub my stiff cock. When I parked my cock against her ass and caressed a nipple and her clit, she jerked away from me. Standing in profile and facing my stiff cock, she stared at it and my face in anger. “What are you doing? Why did you do that?”

I hedged, “I thought I’d join you in your show and you’d enjoy showing me off too. I-i-i thought we could fuck in the window and let your neighbors watch us.” Apparently, that was a mistake. I misread her mind. Eventually, I figured that the dead stare allowed her to feel distanced from the reality, but my caress made it real and intolerable. It broke the “accidental show” fantasy. She stormed out of the bedroom, leaving me and my cock in the window. Usually a little shy, I didn’t care who was watching that day. There was no sex that night.

We slept back to back. In the morning, I noticed her yellow T and green shorts were wrung dry in the bathroom. When I came out, she was putting on her bra at the window, then her blouse. She went to the car without a word. I’d never seen this silent side before or knew how long she would hold a grudge. She was silent all the way to work and left me as soon as we arrived. Questioning the health of our relationship left me depressed. I’d thought about proposing.

Shortly after noon, she sent me a text — “Meet me for lunch on the balcony? :) “ The smiley face was encouraging. She ran to me when I arrived and hugged and kissed me. That was unusual at work where others could see us. In a high speed dump, she said, “I’m so sorry. I’m a shit when I get upset and I hold grudges. I don’t know why I acted like that. I love you. Can you forgive me?”

My frown flipped upside down. “Yes. Of course. We can figure out what happened later. I love you too.” We sat and ate with one hand each — our other hands never broke contact. “Tell me about your grudges. That’s news to me.”

“Sorry. Some secrets should remain secret. You must have some you don’t share with anyone. You want to spill some?”

“No, Sue, my love. Every secret I shared is true and I told you things I never shared with anyone else. Do you trust me to share yours?”

“Yes, Al. I’ll trust you won’t hurt me knowing this. One of the worst grudges I held was against my best childhood friend for fifteen years. She’d reach out to me, but I fumed and ignored her. I didn’t even remember why I was so upset. It took a newer friend to make me realize I didn’t hate her anymore, just carried old hate. We connected again and spent weekends at each others home. A more recent secret, sort of, for example is, I never told anyone I love pussy and often question if I’m actually lesbian. I’ve been bi curious since I was a tweener. But I know I love cock more, so it’s confusing.”

“Sue, you realize there’s another option? I’m not going to try to convince you either way, but maybe I can help you spot some indicators. You don’t need to ‘decide,’ just tune in to your soul and listen to what it tells you. I’ll help any way I can and you like.” Lunch went well. We hugged and kissed regardless of who was watching.

When we got home, Sue repeated her display at her window. I watched her strip, perform, dress the same way, same clothes, and leave to jog. Every day for the next week, including weekends, as it got dark, she went jogging. She’d come back, kiss me, and say “I love you.” I started getting concerned for her safety in the dark and with her barely dressed. She makes a tempting target and her neighborhood was not low crime. From her window, I could see her turn the same corner every night.

Monday, I decided to follow her to feel better about her safety and understand why her clothes were never as sweaty as she was. A minute after she left, I turned the same corner wearing just my sport shorts and sneakers. She crossed a street and I kept some distance. She pulled off her T and shoved it between some bushes and kept running. I was close enough to see her bare tits bounce in the sunset. Though shocked, I pulled out my phone and zoomed in so there could be no error. Why was she jogging topless?

She approached a young Latino who gave her a big smile and a thumbs up. I captured that and heard her call him by name. WTF!? She turned another corner, paused at more bushes and stashed her shorts and panties. I took four photos. Wearing just her shoes, flailing her arms, and bouncing her big bare tits with a wide smile, she ran off. As she entered a darkened park, I grabbed another picture. After reaching a manicured field, she spun around with a wide grin, then lay on her back as if making snow angels and staring at the dark sky. I set the phone on ‘low light’ and took more photos. Just a few minutes later, another Latino approached and stood over her, my not-so-shy or conservative lover.

“Hi Jorge. Wasn’t sure you were coming tonight since you were going the wrong way earlier. Happy to see you.” He stood between her feet staring at her gaping pussy and started to strip. Leaving only his shoes on, he knelt between her feet with his stiff cock pointing straight. So it was the same one she met on the street.