Tossing Aside the Inhibitions

Rae was an up-and-coming and increasingly popular writer of mystery novels and publicist had let her stay in his swanky loft in a luxury NYC apartment building while he was out of town. It was a reward for her new-found success, as well as a needed change of scenery from her small studio, to help her focus as she put the finishing touches on her latest book.

She'd been writing all day and into the night and needed a break. She found herself feeling anxious and horny and she needed to blow off some steam. The apartment perimeter walls were all glass, and only now, that it had become dark and she was out of her intense state of focus, did she realize that the lights were on and the curtains were open. That may not have been that big of a deal, had she not been wearing white lacy see-through panties and a sheer white tank top. Initially a feeling of embarassment came over her - as there was another dual use complex adjacent to her whose occupants wouldn't have to strain very hard to see her, but then she felt the warmth that had risen to her cheeks make it's way down to her cunt. She smirked to herself and stood up, walking slowly toward the window, imagining someone was watching her. She stood face-forward for a moment, then turned and bent over with her legs slighly spread, only a thin see-through layer of lace between her pussy and the world outside.

She laughed at herself - surely no one was looking ... but then though better and turned off the light to see. A dull like from the bedroom shone in to the living room, making her still visible, but not as overtly so. She walked over to the telescope and took a look ...