Anyway, a particular event happened yesterday morning, which has inspired this post. Now I've never read any of those letters to penthouse (Like Robin Williams, "I swear I only buy it for the pictures of naked women!"), but I decided to do this post in that style.
I am an average joe at the office. Not unattractive, but no supermodel, if you take my meaning. Not much ever really happens at the office: I sit at my desk, do my work, and occaisionally gaze out the window. Not that I have much of a view. Last year, they completed work on the building next door, converting it from an old office building into luxury furnished apartments for the super-rich who are in town for a limited period of time, or who need a place to stay while their $5 million house is being constructed.
Needless to say, as construction commenced, there were running jokes around the office about how some immodest teenage bikini models were moving in to the apartment across the way, and whatnot. None of it was true, of course, just fantasies of the over-worked and underpaid middle class geeks who inhabit the office. In fact, until yesterday, I had not really seen anyone over there except for the occaisional cleaning staff.
But that all changed when I came into the office yesterday. Yesterday was overcast and a little drizzly. I got to my desk a few minutes after 9am, and sat down to change my shoes and logon to my computer, my standard office arrival routine. I noticed almost immediately that there was a light on in the window across from my office--the first time this had happened since the building was completed. The blinds were open enough for me to see that I was looking into an empty bedroom, and I turned my attention back to the same morning routine I have followed for years: change shoes, logon, get a glass of water, check e-mail, etc.
Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. As I turned my head to see what it was, I realized that it was in the apartment I noticed earlier. Remembering the jokes my office buddies used to make, I felt a brief thrill of excitement quashed almost immediately by the thought that it was probably some middle-aged, overweight hairy guy walking around in his tighty-whities.
But no, the thrill of excitement returned, rekindled by the sight of a young, beautiful woman with flowing dark hair. She was entering the room, and, oh, my God, she was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her waist. I could almost see the beads of water from her shower quivering on swells of her full, bare breasts. Her nipples were standing out at attention, and she walked with a strut that was almost a swagger, inviting all onlookers to view and enjoy her nakedness.
I don't think she saw me; she continued her morning routine, which I observed was much more interesting to me than my own moring ritual, by walking to the mirror and proceeding to brush her long, dark hair. I could see her reflection from the window, enjoying tantalizing views of her chest in the mirror, and her towel-wrapped backside as she spent several minutes grooming and preaning.
Then she left the room and disappeared. I sat stunned with wonder at what I had just seen, my heart racing, my breathing heavy, and my eyes searching in desperation for her naked return.
I was rewarded a moment later when she again pranced about the room in all of her topless glory and unabashed innocence. She disappeared again and then returned wearing pants and a bra, and as she pulled on her shirt, I knew the show was over.
But if tomorrow morning is anything like today, I think I'll have a new morning routine.
Watching from the Window
Um, yeah, so I guess I got a little carried away, but isn't that the point of these things? Just as a side-note, the cleaning crew came in yesterday after she dressed and left, and they closed the blinds. This morning, the blinds were open again, but no sign of the girl.
The worst part is that I've had this office for just over two years, and this is the first time anything like this has ever happened. And now... NOW... I'm being moved to another office, in another building, without a window.
Just my luck...