For three days she had stood at the window while she undressed, watching him watching her from across the street. Tonight he stood at his window, cock out and stroking himself hard as she ran her hands around her breasts, over her erect nipples, and down her hips, then back again. She stretched out a finger and beckoned him. A shocked second later, he disappeared from view. She went to the door of her apartment, opened it halfway, and stuck a post-it to it that said, simply, “Fuck me, then leave.” She returned to the window and bent over, leaning against the sill, waiting for the arrival of the cock. She would take him here, just like this, bent over, never looking back, hoping she would spot someone in another window to watch the show.
