On the Balcony

The second Rachel stepped out onto the balcony, she felt the chill of a New York City night. Her nipples hardened even further, sensitive little bullets capping a chest that was heaving with heavy, nervous breaths. She gave one a slight touch and got a shock of both pain and pleasure in return. A breeze ran along her skin, through her legs, cooling the juices still coating her inner thighs. Goosebumps erupted across her skin with a tingling sensation. All this and she hadn’t even opened her eyes yet. She walked out to the edge of the balcony slowly, one hand out ahead of her until she felt the barrier. This was it. Completely exposed for the world to see.

She had never been more aroused in her life. All Ross had to do was look out his window and he’d get an eyeful of his ex-girlfriend. She had no interest in getting rid of that ‘ex’ but the state she was in right now, this strange, almost drunk on new sensation feeling... she would certainly put on a show for him. Maybe more. If he played his cards right, she might even let him try out a few things she'd flatly refused before.

Come on, Ross, she thought as she prepared to open her eyes, be there. Watch me.