Geben und nehmen - Sexgeschichten

Geben und nehmen

... brown-

haired girl dressed in a short lace nightgown and robe.

She was seated at her dressing table brushing her hair.

Her long, tan, shapely legs gleamed in the half light

by the dresser. She was in her late teens or early

twenties and she had an outstanding figure.

She was obviously suffering from the heat too because

her window was open and she occasionally fanned herself

with a bit of paper. I watched as she got up walked to

the window and looked out. Pretending to concentrate on

my work, I watched her lean out the window and examine

the sights on our side of the street. I know I was

among them and I wished then that I had just got naked

rather than kept my boxers on. Still I got some sort of

rush.

Eventually she turned back to her dresser. She pulled

off her robe, revealing outrageoulsy sexy shoulders and

a low cut lace nightgown that betrayed more than a hint

of what treasures lay underneath.

There were to be no treasures for me that night though.

Still dressed in her nightgown, she slipped into her

bed just behind the window, reached over and turned off

her light.

Ok, I hadn't seem much, but I was hot and my penis was

straining at my boxers. With no look out the window

and still pretending to be engrossed in my work papers,

I pulled off my shorts, crossed the room, retrieved my

wine bottle and poured myself another glass. Then I

went back to my papers, making sure that my ...

... nudity

would be visible across the street. But, in the

darkness there, was she watching?

The next day I was busy. I still enjoyed the Athenian

"sights" as I walked and rode here and there. I can't

say I had forgot the girl across the street, but I

wasn't really expecting anything different tonight so I

didn't think about her much during the day.

I had supper in the same restaurant, and caught the

same "show" as the night before as the girls got out of

class and paraded past us.

Back in the room, though, it was a long time before the

light in the window across the street came on. It was

still hot so I stripped nude and sat in my usual spot

by the window. Finally, about half-past-eleven the

light flashed on revealing the brown-haired girl

dressed in a towel drying her hair at her dresser. Her

towel opened on the side and revealed a lot more of her

than I had seen the night before-her side all the way

down from under her breasts.

Next she walked over to her wardrobe, further back in

the room, and opened the door. The open wardrobe door

covered her but I knew she was changing as her towel

flew up over the open door of the wardrobe. She emerged

wearing the same short, lace nightgown as the night

before. Again she jumped into bed but this time,

instead of turning out the light, she picked up a

telephone next to the light and began talking happily

to someone. Her nightgown was pretty low cut and it was

of some ...