We stumbled out of Fanelli’s at one in the morning to find Soho abandoned.
There had been dinner, but before that there were drinks and after that there were drinks and as far as I can remember, during dinner, there had also been drinks. Which is only to say that by the time we turned right onto Mercer St. we owned the whole goddamned world and we knew it. We held hands as we stumbled through the warm night, and at each building we stopped to look up, peering through windows at lofts we only dreamed of.
“I think she’s watching us,” Piper said turning her back to the closed grate of a storefront. I turned with her and looked across the street, and sure enough, there was a woman standing in the window of the second-floor apartment looking down at us with a cigarette in her left hand. And nothing else.
“Well that’s hot,” I said, leaning in for a quick kiss. “She’s just fucking standing there naked. What is she even doing? I mean, other than smoking?”
“I think she’s looking at me. Maybe she likes me.”
“If she’s not careful, she’ll fall in love before you even cross the next block.” I moved closer to Piper, pushing her against the wall as one hand slid up the side of her leg beneath her short dress. “Is she still watching?”
“Yes,” she said. “She’s smiling now and leaning forward as she blows smoke out the window.”
“Well then,” I said, sinking down to my knees. “Maybe we should give her something to look at.”
And before she could say a word, I lifted her dress up and kissed her left thigh. She reached down and grabbed my hair as she raised her leg up onto my shoulder. Beneath the dress was nothing but bare skin, and seconds later my tongue was on her as my fingers opened her to my kiss. She was wet already, and I worked two digits inside her as my lips closed around her clit and my tongue pressed firmly against her.
“She’s still there,” Piper whispered as she held me tighter. “She’s dropped the cigarette, and now she’s…”
“Tell me,” I said, pausing only long enough to get the words out. I kissed her harder, tasting her pussy like it was the first time, and she thrust her hips almost involuntarily. She moaned as I continued fucking her with my fingers while I focused on the exact spot she wanted it most with my tongue.
“Oh fuck, she’s touching herself,” Piper said. “She’s watching us, she’s looking right at me, and she rubbing her cunt as she does it. One leg is on a chair and her forehead is against the glass. Oh god, she’s beautiful.”
I moved faster, fucking her harder, and pressing hard against her clit, picturing the scene in my mind. The woman had been beautiful, and I imagined all of it as I brought her closer and closer with each touch.
“Oh god, right there,” she said, holding me firmly in place as she began to shake. “I’m gonna fucking come. Oh shit, I can’t believe it.”
And then she was truly shaking, her legs nearly giving out as she came on my mouth and my tongue, my fingers still within her. She held me there as she looked up, and I swear I heard a distant sigh from a far away window. When finally she released me, she asked me not to move. I knelt there on the sidewalk, desperate to turn around but somehow resisting. It felt like hours that I stayed there, and each time I looked up it was to find Piper’s eyes open wide in rapture as she watched the glorious scene up above.
When she finally helped me to my feet, I turned to find the window empty once more, and we were silent as we began our fumbling march home. Every few feet she stopped and looked back until finally the light went out and the street was dark. I took her hand in mine and raised it to my lips as we left the dream behind us and turned the corner onto Spring St.
It was quiet and warm as we stumbled along, and our bed called to us with a sweet and gentle sound.
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