The party had died down and he had climbed to the roof to find a moment of solace. Too buzzed to drive home yet too sober to fall asleep. He sat shapeless in the sea of the moonless night, the glaze of his eyes shimmered like glass marbles with lakes of fire in the orange glow of his cigarette. They felt heavy in his head, strained and wavering but adamantly fixated, gazing upon a shapely figure illuminated in a distant window.
Her back was turned towards him at an angle where the curvature of her back caught a shadow and a glimpse of her frontside shown in the reflection of the mirror. She was pale and pristine and her skin shone in the light, soft and inviting. Her breasts were small and spry and the posture of her perked nipples protruded delicately from her silhouette while she brushed her wet hair. His heart beat hard in his chest and his cock throbbed in the constraints of his pants as she began to lather herself in lotion, she squeezed and rubbed and pushed her ass cheeks up and down and together and apart in one continuous, seamlessly smooth motion. His imagination ran wild and he squirmed insatiably in his seat, salivating at the thought of her beautiful body bent as far over as she possibly could, squeezing and rubbing and pulling her ass cheeks apart for him so his eager lips could taste the decadence dripping from her plump pussy while she climbed toward climax as his tongue carefully caressed her quivering clit. Then, the room went dark and the fleeting fantasy of the woman in the window disappeared back into the abysmal black of the moonless night.
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