The Balcony

Hannah skipped to the window and pressed her modest breasts against the glass for the dark and quiet city beyond. There was no one to see her. The few cars and rare pedestrian below were well out of sight and the windows and balconies of the building across the way showed no signs of activity.

She bit her lip and pondered what to do.

The young woman stepped back and slid the glass to the side before going out onto her balcony and letting the cold morning air wash over her near naked body. A chilly breeze brought bumps to her skin and stiffness to her light pink nipples. Hannah looked down to her chest and took a nub between her thumb and forefinger. After teasing it for a moment she grinned and skipped back into her room. A moment later her bedside clock had begun to blare music and she burst back out onto the balcony. With outstretched arms and a puffed out chest she once again cried out "Good morning Saint City!"

The song was some top 40 pop hit she didn't really know and as it came into full swing and the young woman began to dance. She pumped her hands in the air as her hips swayed back and forth. Her hands came down to her breasts and squeezed, her self groping carried on for a full minute before she grew a devious grin.

Hannah paused briefly to double check that no one could see her little performance. She checked the buildings across the way, poked her head around the barriers separating her balcony from her neighbors, she even leaned out over the rail to look down on the quiet street below. Satisfied that no one could see she hooked her thumbs into the band of her thong and continued to sway her hips. The topless young woman faced away from the city, brought her feet together and in a slow, smooth motion bent down to remove her underwear. Her hips never stopped swaying side to side as she slowly spaced out her feet and ran her hands down to her legs to her ankles.

She stayed bent over for almost a minute before popping back to her feet and spinning to face the sleeping metropolis with everything on display. Her smile grew as she began to spin her thong on her finger and strut across her tiny balcony. With her free hand on her hip she walked a confident walk from one end of the diminutive stage to the other. Each step the nude woman made was accompanied by a shake of her chest and jiggle of her tits.

A breeze came by and brought with it a shiver that ran down her spine, the small bit of grey fabric flew free from her finger tip.

Hannah froze.

It hadn't gone far. Her thong had just barely gone over the divider between her balcony and the neighbors. She took a few moments to consider her options. Climbing over the railing to shimmy over to her neighbor was possible, but also quite dangerous. Not going might lead to some embarrassment when her thong was found, but it was just a piece of underwear and she could easily act like it wasn't hers.