No but someone else is

She opened her eyes. Ross’ apartment across the way was dark and empty.

Fuck!

Instead she looked down, to where dozens of people were walking. Any one of them could look up right now for a free show. Rachel reached for her nipple again, holding in a yelp as she caressed it in circles. The other hand went down, running through her pubic hair. She had half-expected to be out on the balcony for 30 seconds and then give up but she was still there. The cold and the rough ground under her feet, they weren’t dissuading her. In fact, they just made her feel dirtier, more exposed.

She let out a moan as her fingers found her clit, wondering if it would echo down to the street. She glanced over to Ross’ again, still nothing, but a light to the left caught her eye. Someone was watching. She couldn’t really see much, just enough to tell that it was a man and he was looking right at her from his window. She stared back, both hands moving faster.

That’s right, baby, I’m all yours.

She let out a groan of lust when the guy’s arm moved down and then started to motion back and forth. No mistaking what he was doing. She was his entertainment, his personal pornstar. Just the thought made something in her belly twist. She held up a finger to him, a silent bid to wait for a moment, then she ran back into the apartment and grabbed a cushion. She laid it on top of the balcony’s barrier, at the corner where it met the brick wall.

God, this is dangerous. This is crazy. She looked again at her new observer, still stroking his cock from his window. Fuck it.

She clambered up onto the barrier and sat down on the cushion. After a single deep breath, she spread her legs and presented herself to the man in the window. Nothing was off limits for him. She even took two quivering fingers and spread her pussy open like she’d seen girls in porno mags do. Her watcher’s hand went faster, harder.

That’s for me, she thought, I’m making him do that.

She threw her head back and started rubbing her pussy. No longer caring to hold it in, her loud moans rang out into the New York night. Her fingers flew across her clit, erect and responding to every slight cold breeze that hit it. She could already feel something building in her core, a second climax even more powerful than the first. Because of him. She looked over again at her new lover-by-proxy, who she could see nothing of while giving everything away. The sweat beading across her skin despite the cold, the pussy juices dripping down onto the cushion, every single moan and cry she was making, it all belonged to him.

A pinch of her nipple made her scream with delight, her hips thrusting against her hand. It was coming. She was coming.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she yelled, pressing down hard on her clit. Maybe it was a lustful, feverish delusion but she swore she could hear a moan from the across the street.

He’s cumming for me!

Her entire body convulsed, legs shaking but locked in place on either side of the barrier. She orgasmed with a final scream and the thought of cum bursting in warm, sticky ribbons from a stranger’s cock.

She must’ve blacked out for a little while, at least a moment. She came to sitting on the floor of the balcony, rivulets of sweat running down her breasts and tight stomach, pussy sore from her frantic rubbing.

Oh my fucking god…

She looked over the street. The light was off. Her watcher was gone.