Chapter 2

Rose’s window exhibitionism shows continued for the next couple of months. Each show seemed to get better and sexier as she incorporated different things into them. It was as if she was trying to outdo herself with each performance. And I was the lucky recipient of free tickets to each of her shows.

One special day I was deeply enraptured with one of her performances when she suddenly stopped and left just as it was getting really hot. She came back a moment later with what looked like a notepad and pen. She wrote something, then held it to the window glass.

By this time had found my binoculars and always kept them next to the main viewing window for her shows. I picked them up and read the note:

Apartment 3A. Come on over, I’ll be waiting for you!

Rose was inviting me over! Now just to explain Rose and I had only had the briefest of conversations twice when we bumped into each other at the mailbox. The only thing I knew about her was her exhibitionist kink and that she was bored with her fellow tenants’ dull lives. She knew even less about me. So inviting me over – especially if she wanted what I thought she wanted – was very unusual indeed!

But I was intrigued. In all this time I had never seen anyone else in her apartment and I’d seen her coming and going a few times, always alone. So I didn’t figure there to be a boyfriend or husband. And coming from Philly, I wasn’t going to walk into her apartment without taking a quick glance around first. Besides, I was a good-sized guy, I could take care of myself if need be.

I looked at her pointing back at myself, wanting to be sure she was talking to me and not someone else who might be watching in another apartment. She nodded and pointed to me then curled her finger in a sexy “come here”. Well, that’s all it took! I gave her a thumbs up then grabbed my house keys and slipped on my shoes and headed her way.

Finding her apartment was very easy since it was an exact duplicate, albeit a mirror image, of my own. Rose had watched out the window until she saw me crossing the space between our buildings and then when I got up to her apartment, I found the door brought to, but not closed completely. I knocked on the door and heard her voice.

“Come on in!” so I came in shutting the door completely behind me.

“Rose?”

“Back here in the bedroom!”

I walked back to where the bedrooms were. The master bedroom door was open about halfway so I opened it a bit more and stepped inside. The door closed behind me and I spun around startled. Rose was standing behind the door and when I turned she was standing there naked with just her heels and stockings.

“Hi, Daniel, I’m so glad you came over. Did you like my little show?”

“Of course, Rose. I always like your shows. What guy wouldn’t?”

“Well my ex-boyfriend for one,” she said with a sarcastic snort.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, my ex couldn’t handle my exhibitionist side. He would get embarrassed and started not taking me places. At first, it was just places he liked and wanted to go back to. But it got to where he wouldn’t take me anywhere for fear that I would do something to embarrass him. He told me that I was too weird for him, that I was sick and needed help in controlling my urges.

“I can’t help it, though. I get a rush out of showing off. Hell, since I started putting on my little shows for you I have had some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had! Performing for you has re-awakened me. Thank you, Daniel, for being open-minded enough to enjoy what I do and letting me enjoy doing it for you.”

“Well I have to admit that the first time I was a little shocked, but I got over it and I have enjoyed watching you – once we met at the mailbox that day and I found out you wanted me to watch,” I said.

“Oh, I do! I love performing for you, Daniel. In fact, that’s the reason I asked you over. I want to thank you for letting me feel free again. I’ve been so terrified to show that side of me around here ... afraid that someone will turn me in to the police or complain to the landlord. But you have let me let that part out again and I really want to thank you for that,” she said.

Rose stepped up and put her arms around my neck pulling me into a deep passion-filled kiss. A kiss that let me know anything that I asked of her right now she would happily grant.

I took her up on her offer, pushing her back gently as we continued to kiss. When we got to the edge of the bed, I broke the kiss and playfully pushed her back so her knees buckled and she landed on her back on the bed giggling.

As I proceeded to get undressed, Rose moved to the center of the bed, watching me intently. I took off my shirt and she smiled approvingly at my chest. I may be just a paper-pushing desk jockey, but I liked to keep in shape. I used to work out at the gym two or three times a week back in Philly and so one of the first things I did was stop at a gym not too far from the apartment to set up a membership there so I could continue. After all, I was in California now ... I had to have a proper beach body when I went to the beach!

With my shirt off now, it was time to go downstairs. I had taken my shoes off at the door so once I unbuttoned my jeans they slid off easily.

“Oh Daniel!” she said when she looked at the bulge in my boxers. “Oh my God!”

“See what you do to me with your little shows? You see what I have to deal with after you have flaunted your tits at me and shook that tight ass?” I said in mock sternness.

“Oh, you poor, poor man! Oh, I’m so sorry that I made things so ‘hard’ for you!” she giggled. “Let Rose kiss it and make it all better, baby!”

I climbed up on the bed still wearing my boxers and crawled up to her legs. Then I put one hand on each leg just above the knee and quickly snapped them wide apart. Rose gasped at the sudden move but as I lay down between those thighs I explained.

“Before we go any further, I haven’t had dinner yet and I am starving. And you, my dear, look delicious!” I said. Then I moved in closer.

I am no stranger to pussy. I lost my “cherry” when I was a little over sixteen years old (coincidentally to a little red-haired neighbor girl!) and I have seen my share of pussy in my day – maybe a little more than my share. With the exception of my latest breakup and the move to California, I hadn’t been without a girlfriend or at least a girl since I was in tenth grade. And let me tell you, that was going a long way back!

But of all the pussy I have seen in my days, Rose’s slit was far and away the nicest I’d laid eyes on. She had the cutest tuft of curly red hair, nicely trimmed into a perfect upside-down triangle starting above her clit hood and going up just high enough to still be concealable under a bikini bottom. Below her red fur patch, her pussy was tight and compact with the lips tucked in and hidden, except when she was extremely aroused. Then they would swell and push their way out to be licked and sucked into my mouth.

I slid the fingers of each hand under her ass cheeks and used my thumbs to pull apart the lips of her pussy. I was greeted by a blast furnace of the sweetest, most mouth-watering aroma I had ever smelled. Her pussy was hot and sweet ... like an apple pie fresh out of the oven. I peeked inside to see her pink wet interior just dripping with syrupy goodness. Why any baby would want to leave that heavenly environment is beyond me! If I could have, I would have crawled in there and never come out!

I could hold off no longer and I dove face first into that succulent peach. As I expected, Rose’s reaction was immediate and profound.

“OH FUUUCK! OH MY GOD! OH, Daniel, OHHH!” she squealed as I fastened my mouth over her pussy and my tongue plunged deep into her.

Rose bucked and pitched trying to throw me off. It was a natural reaction of her body, not something she really consciously wanted. But wanted or not, I was latched onto her and wouldn’t be easily dislodged. I licked and lapped up her sweet woman-honey as fast as she could produce it. My tongue wriggled and squirmed around inside her, making sure none of her deliciousness escaped.

As my tongue went on its search, the wriggling drove my little red-haired girl stark raving mad. Her hands immediately went to my head as soon as my tongue dove into her and she guided me to where she needed me to lick her next. I was only too happy to oblige her too, using her moans and whimpers and cries as not only encouragement but also a sort of road map of her pleasure points.

Rose really enjoyed my eating her out. The only problem was she enjoyed it a little too much – she didn’t last more than a few sweet moments before she was ready to plunge off the cliff of ultimate rapture and fall into the bright light of orgasmic bliss.