The city skyline glowed against the dusky blue of the evening sky, lights flickering in dozens of windows across the high-rise towers that faced Sophie’s condo. Her curtains were open. Intentionally. Let them watch.

She stepped back from the window, swaying her hips with every move, then slowly turned to face the windows behind her. Her silhouette framed by city lights, she bent at the waist, letting the dress ride up until the black lace of her panties peeked out beneath the hem.

Soft, slow, sultry music began to play from the speaker on the side table—low and rhythmic, setting the mood.

“Hi babe,” she purred. “Date night was a bust. Took one look at his shoes and knew I wasn’t letting him anywhere near my pussy.” She twirled a loose curl around her finger, slowly lifting the hem of the dress to flash the fire-red lace of her panties underneath.

“So now it’s just me,” she sighed, voice like warm honey. “Me ... and whoever’s lucky enough to be watching.”

“Do you think anyone’s watching?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder. “That guy on the 19th floor with the telescope? Maybe his girlfriend’s out tonight. Maybe he’s stroking his cock to this right now...”

She dragged the zipper down the side of the dress, slow and deliberate, then slipped the straps off her shoulders one at a time. The black fabric pooled at her feet, revealing the black lace bra—thin, barely containing her tits—and the matching panties that hugged the curves of her hips. She ran both hands up her body, cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing the hardened nipples through the lace.