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as he might have blushed.  But he didn't reach to protectively cup his equipment.  I adored his confidence.  How often did a woman get to watch such a sight?  And to direct it? 
    Louboutins and a hard cock?  I was one spoiled girl.
    “Mercy.”
    The owner of the upright cock pointed to me.  My turn.
    But just the underwear?  I stood and fingered the strap of my bra, then my waistband.
    Both , he mouthed.  I understood that request perfectly.  It seemed fair enough, since he was naked.  And he'd already seen my breasts last night so no problem going there again.
    I toed out a foot and tilted my head in question.
    He shook his head adamantly.  Keep the shoes on, was the message.
    I hadn't a stripper bone in my body, but the idea of getting naked for a nameless man whom I may never speak to rubbed all the erogenous zones in my body.  Hard.  At least, I hoped to never speak to him if we were going through with this.  How embarrassing would it be to meet over the fresh fruit in the supermarket?  Hey, nice cock—er, bananas you've got there.
    Commit, I told myself.  And have fun with it, my inner vixen chimed.  I'd deal with the fruity situation if and when it ever occurred.
    Right.
    Turning around to give him my back, I glanced over a shoulder and winked at him.  I slipped down a bra strap.  Just because I didn't have stripper moves didn't mean I hadn't seen them in movies.  A shimmy of my arm dropped the strap lower and I glided it down and off my hand.
    Sight of his cock standing at attention made me smile, and I almost giggled.  Oh hell, why not?  I burst into giggles, catching a palm over my mouth.  A dip of my head to look around and through the window received a wink from him.
    Silly girl, giggles made me feel even sexier.  And he was enabling me.  Scandalous.  Absolutely brazen.
    Good boy.
    Shrugging off the other strap, I let the lacy black slip of almost-nothing fall to the floor where I caught it on a toe of my shoe and lifted it to display for him.  With a flip of my foot I sent it off to land near the end of the bed. 
    I cupped my almost-Cs, which were high and perky.  I was proud of them, and loved to have a man touch and lick them.  I actually couldn't get off without a lot of breast stimulation.  It was as if my nipples had a direct get-off line to my pussy.  No sucking, no coming. 
    I lamented the missed sensation of touch from Monsieur Sexy, but as I turned to face him, I caught him with an open mouth, gliding his tongue along his teeth.  The look in his eyes, part pained want and another part soft desire, served me well enough.
    Nipples hard against my palms, I bent forward, teasing him with a peek—but not yet.
    I turned away again, and now I slipped my fingers down each side of my panties. He nodded encouragingly, and as the black lace slid down my ass and thighs, I bent, drawing them to my ankles and then carefully stepping out of them, giving him a view of my backside.  While down, I glanced around my hair and there was that appreciative open-mouthed gape again.
    Too cute. 
    I stood and turned, displaying my high breasts and neatly shaved crotch (no particular design; I just liked trimming the shrubbery).  His regard swept over my skin and I felt that intangible look tingle at my breasts and lower.  Mmm, my stomach was soft and my mons warm.  Yes, I was already wet. 
    This vixen was getting her naughty on.
    He gripped his cock.  I cupped my breasts, thumbing the nipples.  And as he nodded, I watched him stroke his rod. 
    We were doing this.  Mutually pleasuring ourselves before a window, while all around us in the neighborhood below, life went on.  People strolled the sidewalks on a late-night walk or in search of Fluffy gone rogue.  Lost tourists prayed they'd find the nearest Métro stop.  Cars rolled quietly over the cobbled streets.
    Could anyone see us?  Not from the street.  There were no other apartments on the third floor on our sides of the