At the window

She stands in the window like she's already being seen. Her black hair falls loose over her shoulders as she slips out of her clothes, one piece at a time, letting each drop to the floor. Her breasts are heavy and full, nipples tight from the cool air and from the thought of eyes on her skin. She runs her hands over them, squeezing, then lower, across her stomach, until her fingers find the wet heat between her thighs. Her pussy is swollen and slick. She parts her legs and presses two fingers inside, slow at first, then deeper, curling to catch the spot that makes her breath catch. She watches the empty night outside, imagining someone out there with their cock in their hand, stroking to the sight of her cunt spread open and glistening. The idea makes her fuck herself harder, hips rocking, tits bouncing with each thrust of her fingers. Juice runs down her inner thighs. She rubs her clit in tight circles while her other hand keeps pumping, chasing the thought of a stranger getting off to every wet sound her pussy makes. She moans loud enough to carry, loud enough to be heard, and doesn't stop until her walls clench and pulse around her fingers, leaving her shaking in the glass light of the window.