I [27F] fingered my pussy in full view of the high-rise window washer because I got horny at work – A Dutiful Housewife Story [MF]

*This story is the third erotic collaboration between u/LittleNaty (author/model) and u/Mrquick83 (co-author/developmental editor). We hope you enjoy this work of pornography as much as we enjoyed creating it!*

Hi! I’m not sure if you remember me, but my name is Natalie. I insist you call me [Naty](https://imgur.com/a/rnWB8u0), though.

My husband, John, has made it clear that he wants a dutiful little housewife, but he isn’t totally unreasonable. He allowed me recently to get a job doing office temp-work. I’m fortunate he doesn’t know the truth about me or otherwise he never would have let me do this. He doesn’t know how badly I want to fuck my coworkers.

Oh, my dear reader, you have no idea how hard it is. I am sometimes in an elevator with a bunch of men heading to the 20th floor and I can smell their masculine scents – perspiration and cologne mingled together in that confined space. My lust is aroused like a tiger at the sight of meat. My pussy starts aching. A blazing hot sensation floods my skin. I fantasize that they will look at me, and be so overcome with desire for my body that they stop the elevator. With leering jests they lift my skirt, tear open my button-up blouse, yank my panties to the floor and then just bend me over. Using me. Enjoying me. Fucking me all at the same time, like I’m public property.

Instead, I just have to exit to my floor with my panties damp and my mind addled with lust. Some days are worse than others. I’ll tell you about the time it was just too much to bear.

I was really horny that day. I had a problem in Microsoft excel that I just couldn’t figure out. I asked a handsome coworker, Ranjit, for his assistance. As I began to move my chair to give him room to work he grabbed my shoulders in his large, firm hands and kept me right in front of my computer, swiveling me so I was still facing the screen.

“Just watch what I do here, Natalie. No need to get your panties in a knot.”

Standing behind me he then reached his hands over my shoulders and began working his fingers over the keyboard. I could feel his chest against the back of my body. The soft fabric of his crisp, white business shirt…. The smell of his manly body….. The sensation of his body heat against me….

Oh, dear readers…. it just got me so fucking wet that I wanted to pull him down onto me and fuck him right there. My heart began thumping and my breath quickened. Goddamn it, Ranjit… if you only knew how I longed to pull out your cock and suck it dry. I would let you cum all over my face if your cum were even half as intoxicating as your arms reaching past both sides of my head.

I prayed that he would be finished soon or I would have soaked through the fabric of my skirt.

“….and that should do it, Natalie! Is there any other input you need from me?”

*Oh, Fuck, Ranjit…..*

“N-no,” I stammered “You’ve gotten me most of the way there, Ranjit. I’ll figure out how to do the rest by myself.”

He left. I knew I’d have to jerk off immediately or I’d be useless for the rest of the day.

Sex with Ranjit wasn’t an option. I know that he would not keep it a secret, and then I’d be forever branded a whore. I couldn’t risk fucking a coworker. The ladies room was always crowded, I couldn’t jerk off properly in there. An idea seized me, though…. what about the vacant office down the hall? It was where they kept all the spare office furnishings and supplies. It would be perfect.

When nobody was watching I stole away into the vacant office down the hall.
Oh, fuck…. My clit was just throbbing between the folds of my pussy. John…. if you weren’t so repressive would I need to do this? Why was I such a slut? I closed the door behind me and thanked the stars this office had no windows. Well, except for the one large floor-to-ceiling window that looked down over Delhi. But what did I have to fear from this window? It had a reflective tint to limit the sunlight pouring in, and I was 20 stories up. Nobody would see me.

I sat down at the vacant desk and turned the chair towards the window. I put my purse on the desk and my phone fell out. I grabbed it and spread my legs toward the window. If anyone came in I’d just look like I was on a phone call and looking out at the skyline. I bunched up my skirt so I’d have unrestricted access to my eager cunt. I pushed my sodden panties down my bare legs and let them dangle from my right ankle.

My eyes fixed on the window I began slowly rubbing up and down my slit. I closed my eyes and thought about Ranjit’s hands on me and slipped a finger inside my cunt, wishing he were here with me. I licked my lips and exhaled….

*”Yes…. Ranjit…. wouldn’t you love it if I pulled you into this office? I’d be in my knees the second the door was shut. I’d unbutton your pants and release that big hard cock I know you’ve got in there. Would you like the sight of me looking up at you as I start pumping it in my hand? Would that dick get nice and hard in anticipation of my mouth on it?”*

My phone began buzzing on the desk behind me and I spun my chair around, clamping my legs shut. I took a moment to steady my breathing. It was my mother. I knew she’s leave a dozen long messages if I didn’t answer. Mercifully, she believed me when I told her my irregular breathing was due to the elevator being broken. I resolved that next time I would let it go to voicemail.

I still needed to get myself off. To my horror, though, when I turned around again a window washer’s scaffolding was descending, spanning the length of the window. A bored, bespectacled older man in a safety harness was standing on the platform and holding the waist-high railing.

*”FUCK!”* I thought, *“I need to CUM!*

I held up my hands and waved him away, hoping he would avert his eyes. My panties were still dangling from my right ankle and he could probably see right up my skirt, hiked up as it was.

But he did not react.

Ah, the glare against the mirror-tinted windows was sufficient that the laborer was probably only able to see his own reflection. He seemed bored and uninterested with his task, even though I was squarely in his line of vision. Maybe I could still have my fun without losing my opportunity. I couldn’t be away for too long without getting in trouble.

I fixed my eyes on the face of the middle-aged man. Late fifties, I estimated. He looked weary, like he was tired of his work and regretted not doing something else with his life.

*“You poor man…. I bet you were handsome in your day. Did you have dreams of being an actor instead of a window washer?”*

I spread my legs and brought my hand downward again. I ran my two fingers slowly along my wet entrance. My other hand rested on my breast and I began gently squeezing. It felt good.

*”Why do you look so sad, old man? Doesn’t your wife treat you well?”*

As I stroked my pussy I found myself wishing he could see me. I might not be able to fuck Ranjit without consequences, but this middle-aged man didn’t know who I was. I wanted to be lusted after. Maybe if I knocked on the window the man could press his face to the glass and see within.

Heaven saved me the trouble. A passing cloud mass obscured the sun and suddenly his eyes met mine. They went completely wide and he clutched his railing in shock. I smiled wickedly at him and shot out of my chair wagging my finger at him while I smoothed my skirt downward with my other hand. Moving closer to the glass I put my hands on my hips and waited to see what he would do.

The man recovered and patted his chest where his heart was. He looked at me earnestly and pressed his hands together as if in prayer.

*”Please, for the love of all that’s sacred, show me more!”* He seemed to say. He pointed at my chest and looked at me pleadingly. He mimed unbuttoning a shirt.

I licked my lips seductively at him. “*You’d like to see what I’ve got under here, old man?”* I unbuttoned my blouse and he grinned. He leaned back against his rail. Aside from one missing tooth I had to admit his smile was actually quite attractive. I opened my bra and fondled my breasts for him.
I tugged at my nipples and pretended to moan. The excitement on his face was infectious and it made me hornier than I normally would have felt. I moved toward him and pressed my breasts against the glass. He brushed his fingertips against his side of the window with an agonized expression. So close, yet so far. I was getting wetter and I could feel it.

I stepped backward a few steps and clutched the hem of my skirt with both hands. *”Would you like me to lift this for you, mister?”*

He motioned upward with his hands.

I lifted my skirt and cocked my hips. The man gripped his harness and guided himself down to his knees to bring his eyes more parallel with my pussy. My pubic hair was cropped very short and so he had a great view of how it glistened with wetness. He had his face pressed against the glass like a little boy at the sweets shop. He met my eyes and with a desperate expression he made a circular motion with his finger.

I turned around and bent over for him, flipping the back of my skirt upward as I did. I pressed my ass and pussy against the window and used the chair to keep myself from falling over. I could feel the wetness of my hot cunt smearing the cool glass of the window. *”How do you like my pussy, old man? It is as pretty as the ones you fucked in your youth?”*. I wiggled and slid my ass around a bit, making the flesh stretch and giving him a good view of everything between my thighs and asscheeks.

When I walked the office chair forward and took my butt off the glass I looked back at the man. He was delightedly pawing at the smear where my wet pussy had pressed against the glass.

Watching the bliss on the old man’s face was delightful and it made me hornier still. He was scrambling to wipe his glasses and he almost fumbled them in the process of putting them back on his face. By the time he had done so, I had a little surprise for him.

I was now reclining on the desk with my legs spread and drawn upward. Looking down at myself I could see one or two rivulets of wetness between my inner thighs. I was so horny by this point that I actually would have invited the man inside if the window if it were possible. I made my fingers slick and rubbed the folds of my pussy, eventually circling my clit gently.

*”Nghhhhh…. that feels so gooood….. How do you like this view, sir?”*

I was getting g close to cumming but I found myself having so much fun entertaining the man that I didn’t want it to end yet. I got up onto the desk and pointed my ass towards the window. Looking over my shoulder at him I saw his eyes widen as I reached behind me and lightly circled my anus with one wet finger. I pressed on the tight ring of muscle and pleasured myself. This was too much for him to bear and I saw him fumbling with his trousers and produce a hard, stiff cock. *”His dick looks like it would fill my pussy up pretty nicely! Maybe I should give an older man a shot some time!”* I dipped two fingers into my cunt and got back to my feet. I strode over to the window and tossed my head in order to clear the long black hair from my vision. I smiled lustily at the man and pressed my fingers onto the section of window my pussy had been. Lust danced in my eyes as I licked along the back of my fingers with the tip of my tongue. He licked the window where the glass separated us by millimeters.

*”Mmmmmmm….. I’ll bet you’d love to taste my pussy wouldn’t you?”*

He stroked his cock and I began to watch the slow, controlled motion of his fist with mounting interest. It wasn’t charity anymore. I definitely wanted to slide down that cock.

I retrieved the office chair and wheeled it as close to the window as possible. I slouched in it and drew my legs upward, clenching the armrests with the pits of my knees. I spread my pussy with my fingers and rubbed my clit. Separating the lips made some of the accumulated wetness drool downward. My voyeur increased the intensity of his stroking.

*”I want that dick in my pussy, window washer. Slide your hard, blunt cock into me. I want to feel it parting my flesh as it goes!*”

He was standing. No longer eye-level with my pussy. He stroked his cock and looked down at my straining face as I fucked my fingers, slouched in the office chair. His cock was aimed at my pussy, but his eyes were locked onto mine.

*”Ngh! Use me, washer man…. I want you to pull me onto your platform and fuck me in the open air. As long as you let me clutch the railing….. I’ll bend over for you and give you my pussy! MMF! Would you like that, window washer? Would you grab my hips and ram that big cock of yours into my tight cunt?*”

I willed him to hear my thoughts, but he remained calm. He pumped his cock at a steady pace; not in any rush at all. I had no such self control. I plunged my middle finger and ring finger into my cunt and mashed my palm into my clit. I gripped myself and looked at my man desperately. My long black hair was becoming more disheveled the more I writhed and panted. I didn’t dare risk moaning loudly but soft whimpers of pleasure escaped my slack mouth as I questioned him mentally:

*“Yes, washer, yes….. do you want my asshole as well? I’d love to feel your thumbs spread my asscheeks in order to slide that big, hard, lubricated cock into position. Press the wet, slippery head against my anus and whisper filth to me, my love. Would you describe the sensation of my tight hole gripping your shaft fill me up, inch by inch with it? Could I squeal as loud as I wanted out there in the sky with you?”*

The thought of his hands gripping my waist and his firm cock slipping in and out of my asshole became too much and I soon felt the wave of pleasure break and crash within me.
*”FUCCCCKKKK!”* My mind screamed.

I bit my hand to prevent myself from crying out and instead, emitted a rasping exhalation. My toes curled and flexed. God, it felt so good to cum this hard. The fingers of my other hand were drenched as the walls of my pussy quivered and quaked around them. When I removed them I received one last spasm which was sufficient to squirt some of my cum onto the glass. I looked up at my window washer and he was pumping away at his cock. I could tell he was aroused at the sight of my spread legs, disheveled hair and besotted eyes. Why did we have to live in a world where a woman was called a slut for sharing her body with whom she wanted? If I wanted to slake my lust upon Ranjit or this handsome old man why shouldn’t I be allowed? It wasn’t fair.

My washer suddenly took on a very pained expression. With the hand that wasn’t pumping his cock he first jabbed his finger at me and poked at a specific part of the window. I knew exactly what to do. I knelt where he tapped the window and put my tongue against it. The window washer’s cock erupted in his fist and he spurted his cum at my open mouth. I licked the window repeatedly as I gazed at him, but tasted only glass instead of his hot seed.

When I departed that day I exited the building and went around to the other side. I was curious to catch one last glimpse of my window washer working in the sky. The cradle was on the ground! The old man was watching the foot-traffic on the sidewalk, facing away from me. Was he trying to see me one last time as well?

*”Fuck this world.”* I thought.

I strode towards the cradle. The washer turned as he heard the clicking of my footwear against the pavement. We smiled at each other and I seized him by the slack of his shirt, pulling his mouth down onto mine. I gave him a kiss of sincere longing and gratitude. He was a good kisser. I eventually released him and caressed his silent, smiling face. I then made a point of staring down each one of the handful of shocked onlookers who had witnessed the moment. As I walked past them, and as the sun sank over the dusty afternoon sky, I faded into the distant, anonymous crowd…

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