I've got something a little different for you today! I don't..

I've got something a little different for you today! I don't normally write fiction, but I thought I'd take a crack at writing a short, erotic, fiction story to go along with these pics. Even though this story isn't anything that happened in real life, I hope you enjoy!

Morning Connections

The city was quiet when I woke up, more quiet than seemed possible after the 2am singing, partying, and celebrating. In the stillness, I slipped out of bed to stand in a steamy shower. Dick was still asleep, he tends to sleep more on vacation while I generally sleep less.

As the hot water poured down my body, I started to get excited about seeing the city for the first time in a year and a half. Our previous trip had included a night at a swinger’s club, and even though we didn’t have that on our itinerary, it would still be fun to get dressed up to go out and explore. The bathroom filled with steam as I lingered under the hot water.

Out of the shower, the sun was barely up and casting a hazy light around the apartment. I slipped into a camisole and shorts and padded over to a window, leaving wet footprints on the polished concrete floor. I pushed the window open, and the air conditioned apartment air rushed out while the cool, humid, sticky morning air rushed in.

I leaned out over the rail and breathed deeply, taking in the smells of food, smoke, smog, ocean, and people. I was surrounded by other apartments, almost all dark. I wondered what it would be like to live here, pressed up against so many other people.

Movement caught my eye. Across the street, in another apartment, curtains were open and a light was turned on. A figure was awake and moving about their morning routine. I watched as they came into and out of focus in the window, but I looked away when I realized they were nude.

A woman was in her kitchen, stretching and pouring herself a cup of coffee. Her hair was long and light blonde, and what I had mistaken for clothes were actually tattoos covering one of her arms and much of her back.

She disappeared from view with her coffee cup, and I exhaled a bit of relief and disappointment.

I was getting lost in “what if I lived here” thoughts, when the sound of a window scraping open echoed across the street. I looked again, and the woman, still nude, was leaning out her side window with a cup of coffee in one hand and a joint in the other.

I stayed quiet, as I was the intruder in her early morning window time. She set down her coffee to brush her hair out of her face, and I could see that her tattoos wrapped around her neck and down toward her breasts. She took a pull off her joint, and exhaled into the breeze. I imagined I could smell it, I wondered what she was wondering about.

As I watched her, I realized my hands had gone to my own breasts, and I had pulled down my camisole to feel the morning air on my nipples. Without warning, she swept her gaze across the street and her eyes found mine as if she finally felt the intensity with which I’d been watching her.

For a moment, we stared at each other in shock. I was just about to disappear from the window and not leave the apartment for the rest of our trip when I saw her laugh a bit. I waved, awkwardly, and she waved back.

She took another pull off her joint and turned a bit in the window so I could see her better. Her tattoos did extend down between her breasts to her stomach.

I pulled my camisole down further and grabbed my breasts in my hands. I moaned lightly as I teased my nipples between my fingers, and I heard Dick roll over in bed behind me. She smoked and watched me as I played with myself; I couldn’t quite make out her face, but she didn’t look away.

With her free hand, she reached up to caress her own body. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and let her fingers glide down her neck to casually hold one of her breasts. I was feeling the wetness in my shorts, and one hand slid down to explore.

Behind me, I heard the bathroom door open and I quickly turned around to see Dick yawning and putting on jeans. “Good morning beautiful, I’m going to run to the Starbucks down the block. Want anything?”

I did want something, but I figured a latte would be alright. Dick disappeared out the door, rubbing his eyes, and I turned back to the window. My heart sank when I realized I was once again alone.

I stepped back from the window and sat in bed, enjoying the feeling of arousal. I slipped a hand back down my shorts and my fingers found the lingering wetness. I thought about the woman across the street as I lightly played with myself. I might have dozed off, and not too much later, Dick returned and the smell of coffee filled the space.

He was smiling when he pulled his mask off, and I asked him how the coffee run went.

“Great,” he said, a little breathless. “There was a big order in front of me, so I leaning against the wall to wait and a woman walked in behind me. She had crazy tattoos, a full Zelda sleeve. It had Gannon, the master shield, triforce, it was super cool!”

“I told her how much I liked her tattoo and we had a really fun chat about it and being up so early without enough coffee at home.”

He handed me my latte, and I stared at him a little. “Did this just happen?”

“Yeah, just now. When I got the coffee. She seemed really nice.”

I smiled. “I love those chance encounters, it’s fun to connect with people when you’re not expecting it.” I realized I was sweating a bit. “I think I need some air, do you mind if we have our coffee by the window? It’s a beautiful morning, and we can enjoy the view.”