Pleasure Comes Through the Window

Her body responded eagerly to every touch of his. He gently spread her lips and teased her clitoris with his finger, then inserted a finger into her warm, ready opening. She felt herself close around him as he began the game, slowly sliding in and out.

Another dead morning. She lazily stretched in the big bed, still warm from sleep, and reached for the glass of water that stood on the nightstand beside the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a shadow at the window. Indifferently, she glanced towards the window and was left breathless. The most beautiful man in the world was watching her, or perhaps the champagne from last night was still affecting her. She threw a sheet over her naked body, and her large, firm breasts swayed as she got up. She already felt the familiar heat between her legs, and someone less handsome would have made her lips react, but not this wonderful man. She had forgotten that she lived on the tenth floor and that she should be wondering what this man was doing here. He could be either a window washer (no, that was last week) or someone from the construction company renovating their building.

So, she needed to find out who and what was going on! Wrapped in the sheet, she approached the large window and opened it, asking:
- Who are you and what are you doing here? Why are you peeking into my room? Can't a person have a little privacy even on the tenth floor? - and as she paused to catch her breath for the next question, he spoke up.
- My name is Igor. I'm working, but I can't overlook how beautiful you are.
She burst into laughter and said:

- Nice to meet you, I’m Iva - without thinking, she extended her hand and pulled him from the scaffold into the room. The sheet slipped from her body, and his hands began to explore. He gently caressed her, played with her tongue, kissing her neck and ear, whispering something she couldn't understand at all from excitement. He led her, like in a dance, towards the bathroom. He knew the layout of the rooms and navigated the apartment as if it were his own. He didn’t stop being tender even while removing his coveralls. He kissed her breasts, pressing her firmly against the wall.

He skillfully removed the rest of his clothes and stood naked. She watched in awe as his cock, large and hard, came into view. They entered the tub without stopping to touch each other. Water flowed over them, and Iva knelt down, taking his wet, warm cock into her mouth. He groaned as she flawlessly found a way to make him gasp. She played with his cock like a toy, watching in amazement as it twitched and pulsed. She loved the feeling of power that arose within her. For a moment, she paused, soaping Igor's love muscle and his back. She gently massaged him, lowering her hand towards his buttocks. He had a firm ass, and she enjoyed the touch, then gently squeezed his balls. He shivered and turned her towards him.

He liked her game, so he took the soap as well. He started from her fresh, completely shaved lips. Her legs spread on their own, her already taut nipples tingled with excitement as Iva held onto the edge of the tub. For a moment, she thought it was rather cliché to say she had never felt anything like this before, so she pushed that thought aside, but... it really was true. She wasn't some innocent girl and truly enjoyed sex, but this was astonishingly good. She thought of nothing else, just surrendered to Igor. Her body responded eagerly to every touch of his.

He gently spread her lips and teased her clitoris with his finger, then inserted a finger into her warm, ready opening. She felt herself close around him as he began the game, slowly sliding in and out. It all lasted long, endlessly long, at least that’s how it seemed to Iva. And she wanted his cock so much. While he was “torturing” her like this and bringing her to ecstasy with his finger, what particularly excited her was his teasing of her clit.
For a moment, he stopped the game, extended his hand, and led her into the room. He laid her on the bed and looked at her wet body. She shivered with pleasure and pulled him onto herself, kissing him gently. She felt his warm cock at the entrance to her wet pussy and momentarily held her breath as he slowly penetrated her.

They both groaned and paused. He lifted her into a sitting position, kissing her and caressing her clitoris. They sat facing each other, not moving, only feeling his pulsing inside her. Drops of sweat mixed with drops of water. He turned her onto her stomach, lifted her ass, and gently entered her. She loved that position and the feeling of being in control. He was going in and out, quickening the rhythm. He stopped precisely at the moment when she was no longer sure she could hold on and would climax.

She reached her hand underneath herself, gently pressing her clitoris, then turned onto her back, spreading her legs. He knelt before her, red with excitement. He thrust his cock into her again and fucked her senseless. They both sighed, rushing towards climax. She climaxed in waves that wouldn’t stop, and then she felt him pull his cock out of her and bring it to her mouth. She loved the taste of cum and eagerly opened her mouth as he throbbed and released into her. She licked him as he came and happily swallowed the fluid that always reminded her of oysters (or the other way around?). With a deep sigh of satisfaction, he lay down beside her, caressing her wet pussy. With his hand, she gently pressed his cock, which still stood proudly, shiny with cum and her saliva.

It seemed to her that she had dozed off. The wind gently swayed the curtain, and she was alone in the room. Only the rumpled sheets and a few drops of cum on the pillow were proof that she hadn’t been dreaming.