Courtney rose and went to the window as she had done many times before. There was something about the views of the city that never failed to take her breath away. Across the street, the neighboring high rise stared back at her as it did every morning. Her clock struck eight and the electronic billboard across the street changed its advertisement.
A large colorful swirl appeared and flickered strangely. She knew it well. It appeared every morning at eight am precisely. She leaned in closer to the window, hands rising at the invisible barrier. Her eyes widened and her breathing slowed. The colors spun. The flicker… flickered.
She found her mouth forming soundless words. Watch. Relax. Bare. Obey. She didn’t know where they were coming from, but she knew they were oh so important. She never used to wander to the window and take her tits out, but the screen wanted her bare, and she would obey.
The knot of her sash pulled lightly. She knew it was her own hands loosening it, but that seemed so unimportant and far away. It might as well have been a stranger tugging at her robe, causing it to fall open. It might as well have been a long-time lover for all she minded. After all, she was relaxed in the spiral and the flicker.
The knot came loose, and Courtney's robe hung open. She was exposed. She was bare. She had obeyed and that made her so happy.
Her hand drifted down to her exposed pussy and began to play with it lightly, silent mantra still spilling from her lips. Watch. Relax. Bare. Obey. Tease. The sign commanded and Courtney obeyed. She pressed her naked tits against the glass. Her nipples tried their best to harden against the cold glass, the sensation sending new waves of pleasure through her enraptured mind.
The spiral and the flicker increased their pace: a sign that she should as well. Tension built between her legs as her fingers moved faster. Faster. Faster. Her eyes did not blink. Her mouth leaked drool as her lips silently repeated those words - watch relax bare obey - leaked down onto her tits, smearing on the window as her body rocked with need.
Until the billboard when pure white and all the words were erased from her lips and replaced with one.
She moaned in ecstasy, hearing the same sounds coming from the rooms above, below, and on either side. She knew that many windows on this side of the building would have women’s tits pressed and men’s seed splashed against them. It was the eight am ritual.
Then, at 8:05, the ad changed again and Courtney’s mind returned to her. She smiled at the city below, the smell of sex still in the air. She grabbed the small rag off the end table beside the window and cleaned up the mess she'd made on her window. She needed to keep it perfectly clean so nothing could obstruct her view.
There was something about this view that just took her mind away.
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