Finally, the last box. Steve wiped sweat from his temple. Our third move in three years. But this penthouse? Perfection. Twentieth floor, cross-shaped building, one apartment per wing. Elevator dead center. No noisy neighbors. City skyline sprawled below our vast terrace, lights twinkling like diamonds. Italian leather sofas gleamed under soft recessed lighting. We unpacked champagne flutes, popped a vintage Dom Pérignon, bubbles sharp on my tongue.
Exhausted after days of settling, we dimmed all lights. July breeze caressed our skin. Blues drifted from afar. Then, voices. Our neighbor Diane, chatting on her terrace. Charming during move-in, her ample cleavage had caught Steve’s eye. Lights flickered in her bedroom. No curtains. Walls mirrored floor-to-ceiling.
The Privilege
She entered, swaying to the rhythm. Blouse off. Massive breasts swayed free. Tiny thong. She tugged her man inside, pushed him onto a vanity. Kissed his neck, shoulders, teasing. We watched, transfixed. Steve’s hand slid up my thigh, fingers probing my damp heat. I came fast, shamefully quick. Lights out. I dropped to my knees, devoured his throbbing cock. Sucked deep, tongue swirling. Controlled his release, four edges later, hot spurts coated my throat.
Days later, sangria with Diane. She asked about the view. Blush burned my cheeks. Dinner with Steve, Hard Rock blared next door. Colored lamps bathed her salon. New man, muscled, long-haired. She knelt on leather sofa, ass high. He fingered her, licked, stroked his massive shaft—half-covered by his fist. We stripped. I mirrored her pose at the window. Steve entered me slow, then brutal. Synced thrusts. Breasts swinging, sweat-glistened bodies. They came together; we shattered too.
The Excess
Afternoon alone. Jazz from her place. Diane, towel-wrapped post-shower, lounged nude on chaise. Water sprayed her curves, nipples hardening in breeze. She caressed, pinched, dove fingers into her slick folds. I matched her, thighs spread on our silk-upholstered couch. Steve burst in, pants tenting. He knelt, tongue lashing my clit. Diane watched, frenzied. We orgasmed in unison. He flipped me, legs over shoulders, pounded till he exploded deep.
She vanished two weeks later. New couple moved in. Thirties, hand-holding newlyweds. Tea invitation. They eyed our absent curtains approvingly. Blues on. Amber lamps glowed. Steve nibbled my ear, neck. Terrace voices next door. ‘Welcome them properly,’ he whispered. He bent me near the glass wall, city abyss below. Thrust home. Leather creaked under us. Their shadows stirred. Our moans echoed softly. Privilege of the elite: power in the gaze, lust unbound by height.
