Midnight Rendezvous

Slowly walking down the dark, deserted path I apprehensively approach the now familar window. Everything looks the same, nothing changes. Not the sequence of events, not the time. Only the day. The light in the second floor apartment dims, and the others shut off as if connected to a timer. I move in closer, fully aware of what is about to occur.
The stranger approaches the window slowly, deliberately. She moves, almost in cat like fashion. Despite the warm air, I begin to feel the chill bumps form on my arms. Just as before, she appears to look directly at me. I feel as though her dark eyes penetrate my soul, but I'm not convinced that she can see me. She pauses before methodically letting her brown, shoulder length hair down. My body shivers in anticipation.
Each movement is fluid and well planned. It seems as though our eyes have locked; she never takes her eyes away from the window. Her well manicured hands begin to explore her body. She begins with the left breast, lingering at the alert nipple. She gently massages the nipple until it becomes firm. As her pleasure increases, her face appears to relax in semi-satisfaction. Her body begins to sway while letting her hand graze her right breast.
Suddenly I feel flushed; barely able to stand, struggling to maintain control of the dog's leash. As the blood rushes through my body, I feel myself becoming hard. I want to move, but I'm fully aware of what I will miss. Jack sits, waiting patiently until I give the okay to move.
Suddenly she takes her finger into her mouth before feeling for the wetness below. Then she slowly begins to move her finger in and out, moving her body as if she were dancing a slow dance. Her hips move slowly, round and round, then faster and faster. Finally, eyes focused on the window, she brings herself to ecstasy.
I shake my head in dismay while watching her satisfaction. She smiles that same erotic smile as if to say, "Same time, same place next time?"