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Keys cascading down and raining upon the marble-tiled floor along with a few choice swearwords and legs shakily faltering as Gabriela Casimiro bent to retrieve them was a clear sign that she was truly drunk. Her long night of tequila shots and sea breeze chasers had left her a dizzy, fumbling mess.

But she frankly didn’t care how unladylike the clearly inebriated Chief Risks Officer of Robarts while she satisfied her needs with a few favorite toys.

But this was becoming lackluster. Oh, she certainly enjoyed knowing her orgasms aroused him. However, she wanted more as she always eventually did. Nothing was ever enough for Gabriela Casimiro. No more starring role for her. She wanted to watch him perform. It was time to throw open the curtains of his peepingtomfoolery and become the audience to his erotic exploits. She scanned the twenty-fourth floor of his building, the fifth suite over, right there, that was his fucktheater viewpoint: 2405 East. Yes, Mr. Twenty-four-oh-five-e. It’s time for me to become the spectator. Just you wait till I find who you are, you dirty fuck. You’ve had your fun watching. Now we’re going to amp this naughtiness up a few decibels for my pleasure. Gabriela would put more thought tomorrow into how that role reversal would happen. For now, the night called her to slumbering enchantment — the multitude of inebriating drinks and orgasmic releases combining to swirl into a puissant sleeping beauty potion that tossed Gabriela hard into a hangover-infused deep rest.

∞

Monday morning too soon dawned on a still-hangover-recuperating Gabriela, but she had incentive to wake — a plan to devise, a man to sway as so many before him, under her sexual charms. She wanted her unknown-but-not-unnoticed watcher to become the watched. But first, she wanted him to admit to it, concede to watching her all this time. And then she wanted her own private show. A malevolent grin twisted her features as she imagined what she could — oh, and certainly would — make him do for her.

Without any thought to whether he was watching once again, Gabriela pulled her vibrator out from its not-so-hiding place and slowly started to run it along her pussy lips. They were aching, needing release even after the weekend’s alcohol-assisted performance for him. Hips writhed on the bed, back bowing, fingers delving deep into her wetness as the vibrator kahramanmaraş escort hummed along her clit. It brought her to the edge over and over, making her knees weak with the desperate need to cum before she allowed it.

It wasn’t long before she was screaming out in release, cunt sore from the intensity. It was another few minutes before she could even lift herself from the bed and dress for work. Gabriela was bound to be late. Nine o’clock was fast approaching and her office was a fifteen-minute commute, which wouldn’t give her much time to prepare for her nine-thirty conference call. Cussing, she practically sprinted down the steps out into the courtyard and caught glimpse of a man, in the same seemingly flustered state exiting the east building. As his eyes at last locked on her, he froze like a kid who had been caught with his dad’s filthy magazines.

∞

Tim woke later than usual Monday morning. Needing to leave by nine, but he had no real be-on-time punch-clock pressure — he earned the come-and-go-whenever privilege as long as stable release was achieved for his latest wunderkind project: four in a row had achieved profits of multimillions. Still, he had promised David that he would come in this morning and fix the graphical glitch he had noticed last night — before Gabriela’s rousing presentation.

As he hurriedly dressed, along with packing his gear and notes into his tan messenger bag, he couldn’t help but find himself drawn to looking across the courtyard, his eyes constantly searching for her form. He knelt down to retrieve a wayward shoe from under the bed and as he stood, shoe in hand, he noticed the unexpected —an open-curtain call from Gabriela. He quickly rose, his cock just as quickly risen, ready to watch, ready to once more revel in their perverse “Rear Window” fucking from afar. Her tight pussy was already wrapped around her fingers as she held her vibrator hard against her cunt. He nearly came the moment his hand touched his imploring dick. She was much more enthusiastic than usual this morning — wait, Tim, did she just look over, knowingly? ‘I know you’re watching, Tim. Do you like how I fuck myself for you?’

No, it couldn’t be, it must just be his imagination in hyper — and horny — drive this morning as he jerked his cock, imagining fucking her from behind, her kastamonu escort tits pressed against that window as he thrust over and over into her soaked cunt. He intently watched as her body twisted under the expertise of her own fingers. And then, the payoff: just as he noticed her release, he shot his cock-rush, hard and gratifying, bursting his morning load across his blinds. What a damn mess of sexual desire splattered and splayed all over, a reminder of the explosiveness she just uncorked from his secretively seduced cock. He quickly cleaned whatever stickiness he could — promising to get to the blinds later more thoroughly — and finished dressing for work before making his way down to the courtyard, quickly pacing toward the parking lot.

David expected him at ten. He looked down at his watch: five after nine. Let’s see, I can stop to get a coffee a that place right around from David’s, maybe a bagel, a little Philly cream cheese — it was then his inner thoughts were jolted back to reality, as the moment he looked up — her, here, now! — his heart suddenly leapt, becoming firmly lodged in his throat. There Gabriela was: beautiful, sexy Gabriela, his cock’s dirty dreamgirl. Not ten feet from him heading diagonally toward him, her destination apparently the very same parking lot — the woman he had just watched touch herself while he in turn stroked himself to completion. All over the blinds you still have to clean, he reminded himself.

The smirk on her lips when their eyes conjoined for the slightest of moments had him almost convinced that she somehow knew — I told you, Tim, he thought, you cock-stroking-in-the-shadows morals-missing miscreant! She knows you watch! The paranoia careening through his mind inexplicably slowed time down, each step he made seemingly matched by two of hers, his potential embarrassment — she knows — drawing his eyes downward like a magnet to the red pavers beneath his footsteps. Tim was desperate to elude her rapidly approaching presence.

She moved in front of him, veering forward five feet ahead, Tim thankfully avoiding an awkward collision course with the woman he fantasized about facefucking-cuntfucking-assfucking every single moment he stared darkly desirous at her across that same courtyard twenty-five stories up. She walked slightly ahead of him, the sway of her hips kayseri escort in a blue curve-hugging dress with matching blue stockings just tantalizing enough to make his thoughts stray to a more provocative place. What he wouldn’t give to spend a night worshipping that ass. Caressing it. Fucking it. Running his tongue along it.

Tim could feel his cock stirring despite just having relieved his need. She was so close.

Too.

Fucking.

Close.

A metallic shattering of keys broke him from his thoughts just a moment too late as she stooped to collect them. Tim knocked right into her left thigh, which bore the brunt of his unintended impact. She no doubt had felt his erection as it came into contact with her and he quickly grabbed hold to prevent Gabriela from being knocked completely over as she stumbled forward from the blow. A rosy blush was evident across his cheeks as his Irish fair-skinned complexion was prone to quickly give up his most embarrassing emotions.

Great job, Tim, he thought. Out of the ten worst ways you could have imagined finally meeting her, this has got to be number two — right below running naked covered in honey, shrieking like a six-year-old girl, hotly pursued by a gang of angry bees.”

“I’m so sorry!” he blurted out, mortified.

“No, that’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been so clumsy,” Gabriela replied with a slight undercurrent of agitation. Goddammit, why am I apologizing?” she thought. “He ran into me. But fuck, at least he’s kind of sexy in a nerdy-hipster way.”

“It’s OK, we’re both in a rush, it seems,” she said with a coy smile. Her voice was sultrier than he imagined, as if she had a dirty little secret that no one knew. His secret? Tim gave a brisk nod in acknowledgement and yearned to be quickly out of this discomfited situation. His social skills, particularly with women, were just barely adequate on his most confident of days, but interacting thisclose with a beautiful vixen like Gabriela was testing his social suaveness hard — even harder than his erection that just had a close ass encounter of the sexy-as-fuck-kind.

“I don’t think we’ve ever met, have we? My name is Gabriela, I live in Wentz Towers West.”

Oh, Gabriela, I know exactly where you live and who you are. Tim looked up and forced a smile that he hoped was endearing and not at all guy-who-watches-you-through-your-window creepy. “My name’s Tim.” He placed his messenger bag down, reaching to retrieve her keys just as she did. Two heads conked and dually recoiled, each of them reactively reaching a hand up to assess the cranial collateral damage. Great job Tim, you’ve gotten a new number one in worst-ways-to-meet-Gabriela.

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