“Hey. Come over here and get a load of this.”
“What?”
“Just look at it. Across the way. The hotel. That balcony. See?”
“Which balcony? There are a gazillion of them.”
He pointed.
“That one there. The one with the naked woman standing there.”
“Holly shit. You’re right. She’s naked all right. Not a stitch. She’s white and the guy is black. Don’t see that every day. Wonder which one’s married.”
“Probably the woman, but maybe both.”
“Wow. Being next to a big hotel you can all kinds of weird stuff, but usually at night. Never saw anything like that in the day. Only at night, working late. After dark you see some really wild shit.”
“No kidding?”
“No kidding.”
Two office workers in the high rise downtown building across the street from the high rise Grand Hotel were accustomed to seeing occasionally scandalous happenings in its upper floors but nothing quite like this in the mid day. A nude woman standing on a balcony overlooking the city with her fully clothed male lover standing next to her. Of course people rented rooms for mid day liaisons, but mostly behind closed doors and drawn curtains. Occasionally working overtime late into the night, corporate employees across the street and in other nearby building saw some pretty scandalous thing, wild parties, and that kind of thing, but individual lovers generally checked into a hotel for privacy, not for public notoriety.
Word spread through the entire floor and every employee was glued to the windows facing the high rise hotel across the way. Some had their video cameras out recording the couple and some of those videos would end up on line, on You Tube and other internet sites. Other buildings provided good views of the couple on the balcony, but at much longer distances and virtually none of the workers in those more distant buildings noticed anything untoward. Without binoculars it was difficult to see in detail, apart from the fact that most desks faced away from windows and few workers had telescopes or binoculars. The were paid to work, not to scan adjacent buildings for scandalous behavior during the work day.
The two guests in their comfortable room at the Grand Hotel, he a black man wearing a business suit and she a white woman wearing nothing but high heels and jewelry, stood alone together in silence, ******* of the mad scramble of voyeurs on several floors of the adjacent buildings, of dozens of eyes glued to them and of dozens of cell phone cameras recording them. Thankfully they weren’t recognized, at least not immediately.
The woman’s husband worked in a mid floor office a block and a half away. The balcony on which his white wife stood nude with her black lover was plainly visible outside his office window, but he didn’t see it because he was seated at his desk with his back to the window. The balcony was far enough away that no one in his building noticed the couple in the high rise hotel a block away. Only with binoculars could they have been recognized. Only with binoculars could they have recognized the black man in the business suit as their boss, the head of the division, who’d told his secretary he was out of the office at a meeting.
Did the man realize the hotel balcony on which his naked lover stood with him was within sight of her husband and everyone else who worked for him the company? Probably not. If so, they’d have gotten a room on the other side of the building or he’d at least have kept her off the balcony. Too late now.
Standing alone on the balcony, with only of the sound of the traffic below and an occasional air plane or helicopter, the couple stood otherwise in silence, oblivious to the outside world, even though a tiny part of the outside world was very much interested in them and some filming them as they stood there.
“See that building over there?” the man asked the nude woman who stood with her hands on the railing as he pointed to another high rise.
“Yes. Looks familiar. Isn’t that where you work?”
He laughed. “That’s where your husband works, baby.”
“Oh him,” she said matter of factly. “Ah...can he see us? From there?”
“Not without binoculars.”
“I love this hotel but his being so close makes me a little nervous. Can’t you just send him out of town on days we get together so we can come here and not worry he’ll look out the window and see us?”
“Out of town? Fuck that. I’m working on sending him out of the country.”
“Out of the country? That’s possible?”
“With the Lord all things are possible,” her black lover confidently assured her.
“The Lord? What’s the Lord got to do with it?”
“Well nothing actually. It’s just a saying my grandmother used to use.”
“Your grandmother?”
“Yes. Very religious. Committed to the black church, that backbone of the black community. She used to say that all the time. ‘With the Lord all things were possible.’”
“Do you believe that?”
He shrugged.
“I don’t know. A few years ago a black man like me would’ve been lynched for even looking at a white woman like you. Now you’re in a hotel room with me standing totally nude on the balcony in broad day light while your white husband is working his ass off just a block away in a company where I’m his boss. He’s working for me and I’m fucking his wife.”
“You think the Lord did that?”
He smiled. “Does it matter? You’re here with me and he’s not and I’m getting ready to send him to the other side of the world so I can spend more time with you.”
“Oh Darling,” she purred. “That sounds good to me....Except. Whoever will keep me company while my dear husband is gone?”
“I’m working on that too. The point is that if he’s out of the country we can come here in the middle of the day and not worry that he’ll turn around and look out his window.”
“I’m not worried about that now. Are you? Really, I mean. Are you worried about him seeing us?”
She looked down and then back up at him. She shrugged.
“I don’t know. I guess not.”
“The truth will come out eventually. When you leave him.”
She was silent.
“That bothers you doesn’t it?”
“Yes it does,” she admitted.
“But why? You don’t love him. You aren’t staying with him much longer. You must know that.”
“Of course I know it. It could never be the same between us. Not after I’ve been with you. Not now.”
“Would you ever want it to be the same?”
She coughed and shook her head. “Oh God no! I could never go back to that. I can’t even imagine my world without you. I feel like I wasn’t even born until I met you.”
She fell into his arms. Out on the balcony in broad day light totally nude, she fell into the arms of her strong black lover. They kissed. It was a long deep passionate kiss.
A murmur ran through the people watching from the building across the street, watching with heightened excitement. Some licked their lips and looked at each other. This was getting better. Cell phone cameras caught it all.
“Oh God, darling,” she gasped.
“What is it?”
“What is it?” she echoed him.
Still in his arms, she nodded toward the city layered out before them.
“It’s this. It’s all this. It’s being nude in full view of the city. Being nude with you in full view of my husband if he’d just turn around and look out his window.
“There’s a freedom to it, being so high up and looking out and being totally nude in front of the world. Totally nude in front of thousands of people who are too busy even to look out their windows.
It’s so liberating. I’ve never felt so free. I’ve never felt so liberated. It’s like being on a stage in front of thousands of people, except people look at you on stage. Here, I’m in plain sight but might as well be invisible. But I know I’m here even if they don’t. More than that, I’m with you.”
He smiled. “Yes. You are with me.”
“You’re a tall powerful man wearing a business suit...a symbol of authority. I’m standing next to you wearing nothing. It’s like...I belong to you or something. Like you’re the king and I’m your queen. It’s so unequal. I know it’s not fair, the inequality. But the inequality between us, your strength and my just being overwhelmed by it, by your strength...it’s natural. It seems so natural. Natural that a powerful black man like you would stand openly before the world with your nude white lover. The nude wife of a white man who works for you. Just like this.”
She continued.
“People having affairs, you know married people...you always think of them hiding and concealing their affairs. How weird. How weird that you have to conceal the person you love most, the part of your life that gives you the greatest happiness. You have to hide that, like a thief. Yet you’re free, your forced to be open with your agony, your pain, your misery in a dull, loveless, sex less marriage that’s suffocating you, killing you one day at a time. You can be open with that. You can proclaim your misery to the world, but not your happiness. You have to hide your happiness.
“I can go anywhere with him. But you, the man who gives me more happiness than I’ve ever dreamed possible, I have to hide you. The only happiness I’ve ever known has to be hidden behind closed doors and my misery and pain with my husband are open for all the world to see.
“That’s what so glorious about being here like this with you. For a brief moment standing naked with you on this balcony in front of a whole city, I don’t have to hide anything.
“Remember the office party?”
“Of course I do.”
“The first time our eyes met when you were watching me from across the room when I was standing next to him.”
“I remember it.”
“I knew then. Instinctively. I just knew you wanted me and I certainly wanted you. Just that fast. Instantly. Right then.
“Our eyes were locked together. My hear was pounding and I know I was breathing heavily. That first time. Those first few desperate moments.”
She paused. “I wanted you to fuck me then.”
“You did?”
“Oh God! You know I did. You had to know. But he was standing there next to me. Him. My husband. Your employee. You’re the strongest man in the room and there I was with the weakest man...and you want me and I want you. But he’s there and we have to go through the motions and hide our feelings from him, from all of them.”
She swallowed, obviously excited.
“How could it have been so obvious to us, our desire for each other...but invisible to all of them? How was it possible?”
“I don’t know baby,” he answered. “That’s just the way it is.”
“And then you came over to speak to him and he introduced us.”
She paused to catch her breath.
“You were right there in front of me. Close enough to touch. My heart...my heart was pounding. Even then. I had to stand there like an idiot aching for you to touch me...and you two were making small talk. Some bullshit about markets or research or something that made no sense. Then you turned to me and said it was nice to meet me. You two talking bullshit and I feel as though I could burst into flames. Then you walked away. “
“I remember.”
“We exchanged glances a few times again that evening, from across the room. I was terrified. Terrified that my husband would see me and know what I was thinking.”
He smiled.
“Really? What else were you thinking?”
She licked her lips and took a breath. The image of it all, the image of them together...him on a hoteal balcony in broad daylight in a business suit with a beautiful nude white woman standing next to him. Preactailly hyperventilating as she described their first encounter at an aiffice party months before.
“At that moment? Then?”
“Yeah baby. Then.”
She took another breath and straightened up.
“I wanted you to fuck me.”
It was his turn to breath deeply.
“Oh God,” she exclaimed. “God forgive me, but standing there next to my husband...I wanted you to fuck me!”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she collapsed, sobbing, into his arms.
A gasp went through the crowd of office workers watching from across the street. Of course they couldn’t hear what either of them was saying, but the could see her collapse into his arms, and she was obviously crying.
After wiping away her tears with the back of one hand, she went on. “I lay awake all that night. Thinking of you. Wanting you. Going mad with desire for you. Laying next to him,. He was asleep. He was dead to the world. I was awake looking up at the ceiling. Staring out into the darkness. Thinking of you. Replaying it all in my mind, how you looked at me and walked over to me. How I just stood there and stared and mumbled something like ‘nice to meet you.’ You were so majestic and I was just a doddering fool, mumbling meaningless bullshit social pleasantries.
“God!” she spat out the word. “It’s like so many things we say as a matter of course are really designed to hide how we feel rather than to say how we feel.
“I lay awake for hours, imagining us. Imagining me walking up to you, unzipping your pants and sucking your cock...right out in front of all of them. No hiding. No sneaking away to an empty office and hoping we wouldn’t be caught. Just doing it right out in front of them.
“God! I ached for it, for the chance to just suck your cock in front of the whole world...a big ‘fuck you’ to them all, to society, to a world that makes us lie and hide what we really feel.”
She laughed.
“Just imagine that. Everyone’s eyes glued to us, everyone of them watching my head go up and down on you... a white woman on a black man...all the while they’re pretending that nothing unusual is happening. Going through the motions of pretending not to see something that’s happening right in front of them and blowing all their minds. All of them being excited by it even though in their tiny little minds it’s improper. Everybody seeing us and nobody having the guts to call us on it or say anything to our faces.
“Only afterward, only after it’s all over will they talk about the most mind blowing thing they’ve ever seen in their pathetic little wretched boring lives.”
“Oh baby,” he said, obviously breathing heavily. Her passion was contagious.
The onlookers in the building across the street watched silently, with heavy breathing and pounding hearts, as she spoke, obviously very passionately, to him. It was like watching a silent movie without subtitles but every single onlooker understood something extraordinary was happening before their eyes. Much more than just a naked woman on a balcony, it was a high human drama unfolding before their eyes. The only sounds in the offices were the rings of unanswered telephones behind them. Everyone in that office, every one of them knew at some point the couple would go back into the room and fuck. A few of the guys silently prayed she’d suck his cock on the balcony, that was probably too much to hope for.
“That’s pretty hot, baby.”
She shook her head.
“I fantasized about us showing up at the next office part, together, the two of us.”
“Where was your husband in this fantasy?”
She shrugged, impatiently.
“Him? Who cares. The point is we arrive together, you’re wearing your suit and I’m wearing a cape, a long cape, and high heels of course. After we come in I take off my cape and under it I’m only wearing a diamond necklace and shoes. Nothing else. Except for shoes and jewelry, I’m nude.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. And we just circulate around the room, around the party like everything is normal and make bullshit small talk...and they’re all wide eyes and staring breathlessly, but no one has the balls to call us on it. They just pretend it’s all normal even though I’m nude.”
“What happens then, baby?”
“Well after a while we go someplace and fuck. But the next day at your office...”
“Yeah that. Can you imagine that? How people could look at you when you came in. How they would treat you?”
“I never thought of that. Wow.” He was breathless, listening to her.
“I’ve thought of it. I’ve thought of it a lot. If you had the balls to do that, to show up with me nude at the office party, none of them would ever dare to fuck with you. Never.”
She paused, as if to let her words sink in.
“Nobody would ever give you any bullshit. Nobody would ever complain or mess with you. They wouldn’t dare. Not after a statement like that.”
“Wow,” He wiped away the perspiration from his forehead. “That’s pretty powerful.”
“Yes. The ultimate power. Show up with a nude married white woman on your arm and leave early. Everyone there knows we’re going someplace and I’m going to suck your cock and then we’re going to fuck. Everyone. All of them know it and they know you know they know. No hiding. No concealment. No mistaking the message.”
“What’s the message baby?”
“‘I’ve taken a white man’s wife and if you don’t like it go fuck yourselves.’”
He smiled.
“That’s really powerful baby.”
“Yes. It is, isn’t it?”
“Now I understand.”
“Understand what?”
“I understand why being with me in this balcony like this...why it means so much to you...but...Would you really suck my dick in front of all those people? You really have that kind of nerve?”
“That’s the wrong question.”
“The wrong question? What’s the right one?”
“Would you let me do it? Do you have the nerve to let me do it?”
She pulled the cushion off the chair on the balcony, dropped it on the floor in front of her, dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipped his pants, took out his fully erect penis and began to work her oral magic on him. It wasn’t quite the same as sucking his cock in front of the people who worked for him, but in front of dozens of anonymous onlookers and their video cameras is was almost as good. He gripped the railing with his left hand, struggling to remain standing rigidly upright while her head bobbed rhythmically up and down in front of him.
Across the street bedlam broke out on several floors where dozens of panting, gasping office workers watched breathlessly. They’d never seen anything like this before, and hundreds of thousand of internet views hadn’t seen anything like it either....not until the videos were posted on line later that day.
Not everyone was amused. A few authority types caught the show and the phone at the hotel desk downstairs was ringing off the hooks, people demanding the hotel “do something” about the exhibitionistic couple on the tenth floor.
The phone in the room started ringing endlessly. Eventually the ringing phone became unendurable.
“Mother fucker,” he thundered, and left the balcony to answer the phone in the room.
“Sir.” the manager began. “This is the front desk downstairs.”
“Yes?”
“If you’re the one out on the balcony with a nude woman you should be aware people are watching you from adjacent buildings and are calling the desk to complain. You should probably bring it indoors.”
“Got it,” he said.
“Hey baby,” he shouted at her. “Get in here now. People are watching and probably filming us.”
“Oh my God,” she laughed. “Oh my God!”
They closed the door behind her and pulled the drapes. They were truly alone, at last.
“What?”
“Just look at it. Across the way. The hotel. That balcony. See?”
“Which balcony? There are a gazillion of them.”
He pointed.
“That one there. The one with the naked woman standing there.”
“Holly shit. You’re right. She’s naked all right. Not a stitch. She’s white and the guy is black. Don’t see that every day. Wonder which one’s married.”
“Probably the woman, but maybe both.”
“Wow. Being next to a big hotel you can all kinds of weird stuff, but usually at night. Never saw anything like that in the day. Only at night, working late. After dark you see some really wild shit.”
“No kidding?”
“No kidding.”
Two office workers in the high rise downtown building across the street from the high rise Grand Hotel were accustomed to seeing occasionally scandalous happenings in its upper floors but nothing quite like this in the mid day. A nude woman standing on a balcony overlooking the city with her fully clothed male lover standing next to her. Of course people rented rooms for mid day liaisons, but mostly behind closed doors and drawn curtains. Occasionally working overtime late into the night, corporate employees across the street and in other nearby building saw some pretty scandalous thing, wild parties, and that kind of thing, but individual lovers generally checked into a hotel for privacy, not for public notoriety.
Word spread through the entire floor and every employee was glued to the windows facing the high rise hotel across the way. Some had their video cameras out recording the couple and some of those videos would end up on line, on You Tube and other internet sites. Other buildings provided good views of the couple on the balcony, but at much longer distances and virtually none of the workers in those more distant buildings noticed anything untoward. Without binoculars it was difficult to see in detail, apart from the fact that most desks faced away from windows and few workers had telescopes or binoculars. The were paid to work, not to scan adjacent buildings for scandalous behavior during the work day.
The two guests in their comfortable room at the Grand Hotel, he a black man wearing a business suit and she a white woman wearing nothing but high heels and jewelry, stood alone together in silence, ******* of the mad scramble of voyeurs on several floors of the adjacent buildings, of dozens of eyes glued to them and of dozens of cell phone cameras recording them. Thankfully they weren’t recognized, at least not immediately.
The woman’s husband worked in a mid floor office a block and a half away. The balcony on which his white wife stood nude with her black lover was plainly visible outside his office window, but he didn’t see it because he was seated at his desk with his back to the window. The balcony was far enough away that no one in his building noticed the couple in the high rise hotel a block away. Only with binoculars could they have been recognized. Only with binoculars could they have recognized the black man in the business suit as their boss, the head of the division, who’d told his secretary he was out of the office at a meeting.
Did the man realize the hotel balcony on which his naked lover stood with him was within sight of her husband and everyone else who worked for him the company? Probably not. If so, they’d have gotten a room on the other side of the building or he’d at least have kept her off the balcony. Too late now.
Standing alone on the balcony, with only of the sound of the traffic below and an occasional air plane or helicopter, the couple stood otherwise in silence, oblivious to the outside world, even though a tiny part of the outside world was very much interested in them and some filming them as they stood there.
“See that building over there?” the man asked the nude woman who stood with her hands on the railing as he pointed to another high rise.
“Yes. Looks familiar. Isn’t that where you work?”
He laughed. “That’s where your husband works, baby.”
“Oh him,” she said matter of factly. “Ah...can he see us? From there?”
“Not without binoculars.”
“I love this hotel but his being so close makes me a little nervous. Can’t you just send him out of town on days we get together so we can come here and not worry he’ll look out the window and see us?”
“Out of town? Fuck that. I’m working on sending him out of the country.”
“Out of the country? That’s possible?”
“With the Lord all things are possible,” her black lover confidently assured her.
“The Lord? What’s the Lord got to do with it?”
“Well nothing actually. It’s just a saying my grandmother used to use.”
“Your grandmother?”
“Yes. Very religious. Committed to the black church, that backbone of the black community. She used to say that all the time. ‘With the Lord all things were possible.’”
“Do you believe that?”
He shrugged.
“I don’t know. A few years ago a black man like me would’ve been lynched for even looking at a white woman like you. Now you’re in a hotel room with me standing totally nude on the balcony in broad day light while your white husband is working his ass off just a block away in a company where I’m his boss. He’s working for me and I’m fucking his wife.”
“You think the Lord did that?”
He smiled. “Does it matter? You’re here with me and he’s not and I’m getting ready to send him to the other side of the world so I can spend more time with you.”
“Oh Darling,” she purred. “That sounds good to me....Except. Whoever will keep me company while my dear husband is gone?”
“I’m working on that too. The point is that if he’s out of the country we can come here in the middle of the day and not worry that he’ll turn around and look out his window.”
“I’m not worried about that now. Are you? Really, I mean. Are you worried about him seeing us?”
She looked down and then back up at him. She shrugged.
“I don’t know. I guess not.”
“The truth will come out eventually. When you leave him.”
She was silent.
“That bothers you doesn’t it?”
“Yes it does,” she admitted.
“But why? You don’t love him. You aren’t staying with him much longer. You must know that.”
“Of course I know it. It could never be the same between us. Not after I’ve been with you. Not now.”
“Would you ever want it to be the same?”
She coughed and shook her head. “Oh God no! I could never go back to that. I can’t even imagine my world without you. I feel like I wasn’t even born until I met you.”
She fell into his arms. Out on the balcony in broad day light totally nude, she fell into the arms of her strong black lover. They kissed. It was a long deep passionate kiss.
A murmur ran through the people watching from the building across the street, watching with heightened excitement. Some licked their lips and looked at each other. This was getting better. Cell phone cameras caught it all.
“Oh God, darling,” she gasped.
“What is it?”
“What is it?” she echoed him.
Still in his arms, she nodded toward the city layered out before them.
“It’s this. It’s all this. It’s being nude in full view of the city. Being nude with you in full view of my husband if he’d just turn around and look out his window.
“There’s a freedom to it, being so high up and looking out and being totally nude in front of the world. Totally nude in front of thousands of people who are too busy even to look out their windows.
It’s so liberating. I’ve never felt so free. I’ve never felt so liberated. It’s like being on a stage in front of thousands of people, except people look at you on stage. Here, I’m in plain sight but might as well be invisible. But I know I’m here even if they don’t. More than that, I’m with you.”
He smiled. “Yes. You are with me.”
“You’re a tall powerful man wearing a business suit...a symbol of authority. I’m standing next to you wearing nothing. It’s like...I belong to you or something. Like you’re the king and I’m your queen. It’s so unequal. I know it’s not fair, the inequality. But the inequality between us, your strength and my just being overwhelmed by it, by your strength...it’s natural. It seems so natural. Natural that a powerful black man like you would stand openly before the world with your nude white lover. The nude wife of a white man who works for you. Just like this.”
She continued.
“People having affairs, you know married people...you always think of them hiding and concealing their affairs. How weird. How weird that you have to conceal the person you love most, the part of your life that gives you the greatest happiness. You have to hide that, like a thief. Yet you’re free, your forced to be open with your agony, your pain, your misery in a dull, loveless, sex less marriage that’s suffocating you, killing you one day at a time. You can be open with that. You can proclaim your misery to the world, but not your happiness. You have to hide your happiness.
“I can go anywhere with him. But you, the man who gives me more happiness than I’ve ever dreamed possible, I have to hide you. The only happiness I’ve ever known has to be hidden behind closed doors and my misery and pain with my husband are open for all the world to see.
“That’s what so glorious about being here like this with you. For a brief moment standing naked with you on this balcony in front of a whole city, I don’t have to hide anything.
“Remember the office party?”
“Of course I do.”
“The first time our eyes met when you were watching me from across the room when I was standing next to him.”
“I remember it.”
“I knew then. Instinctively. I just knew you wanted me and I certainly wanted you. Just that fast. Instantly. Right then.
“Our eyes were locked together. My hear was pounding and I know I was breathing heavily. That first time. Those first few desperate moments.”
She paused. “I wanted you to fuck me then.”
“You did?”
“Oh God! You know I did. You had to know. But he was standing there next to me. Him. My husband. Your employee. You’re the strongest man in the room and there I was with the weakest man...and you want me and I want you. But he’s there and we have to go through the motions and hide our feelings from him, from all of them.”
She swallowed, obviously excited.
“How could it have been so obvious to us, our desire for each other...but invisible to all of them? How was it possible?”
“I don’t know baby,” he answered. “That’s just the way it is.”
“And then you came over to speak to him and he introduced us.”
She paused to catch her breath.
“You were right there in front of me. Close enough to touch. My heart...my heart was pounding. Even then. I had to stand there like an idiot aching for you to touch me...and you two were making small talk. Some bullshit about markets or research or something that made no sense. Then you turned to me and said it was nice to meet me. You two talking bullshit and I feel as though I could burst into flames. Then you walked away. “
“I remember.”
“We exchanged glances a few times again that evening, from across the room. I was terrified. Terrified that my husband would see me and know what I was thinking.”
He smiled.
“Really? What else were you thinking?”
She licked her lips and took a breath. The image of it all, the image of them together...him on a hoteal balcony in broad daylight in a business suit with a beautiful nude white woman standing next to him. Preactailly hyperventilating as she described their first encounter at an aiffice party months before.
“At that moment? Then?”
“Yeah baby. Then.”
She took another breath and straightened up.
“I wanted you to fuck me.”
It was his turn to breath deeply.
“Oh God,” she exclaimed. “God forgive me, but standing there next to my husband...I wanted you to fuck me!”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she collapsed, sobbing, into his arms.
A gasp went through the crowd of office workers watching from across the street. Of course they couldn’t hear what either of them was saying, but the could see her collapse into his arms, and she was obviously crying.
After wiping away her tears with the back of one hand, she went on. “I lay awake all that night. Thinking of you. Wanting you. Going mad with desire for you. Laying next to him,. He was asleep. He was dead to the world. I was awake looking up at the ceiling. Staring out into the darkness. Thinking of you. Replaying it all in my mind, how you looked at me and walked over to me. How I just stood there and stared and mumbled something like ‘nice to meet you.’ You were so majestic and I was just a doddering fool, mumbling meaningless bullshit social pleasantries.
“God!” she spat out the word. “It’s like so many things we say as a matter of course are really designed to hide how we feel rather than to say how we feel.
“I lay awake for hours, imagining us. Imagining me walking up to you, unzipping your pants and sucking your cock...right out in front of all of them. No hiding. No sneaking away to an empty office and hoping we wouldn’t be caught. Just doing it right out in front of them.
“God! I ached for it, for the chance to just suck your cock in front of the whole world...a big ‘fuck you’ to them all, to society, to a world that makes us lie and hide what we really feel.”
She laughed.
“Just imagine that. Everyone’s eyes glued to us, everyone of them watching my head go up and down on you... a white woman on a black man...all the while they’re pretending that nothing unusual is happening. Going through the motions of pretending not to see something that’s happening right in front of them and blowing all their minds. All of them being excited by it even though in their tiny little minds it’s improper. Everybody seeing us and nobody having the guts to call us on it or say anything to our faces.
“Only afterward, only after it’s all over will they talk about the most mind blowing thing they’ve ever seen in their pathetic little wretched boring lives.”
“Oh baby,” he said, obviously breathing heavily. Her passion was contagious.
The onlookers in the building across the street watched silently, with heavy breathing and pounding hearts, as she spoke, obviously very passionately, to him. It was like watching a silent movie without subtitles but every single onlooker understood something extraordinary was happening before their eyes. Much more than just a naked woman on a balcony, it was a high human drama unfolding before their eyes. The only sounds in the offices were the rings of unanswered telephones behind them. Everyone in that office, every one of them knew at some point the couple would go back into the room and fuck. A few of the guys silently prayed she’d suck his cock on the balcony, that was probably too much to hope for.
“That’s pretty hot, baby.”
She shook her head.
“I fantasized about us showing up at the next office part, together, the two of us.”
“Where was your husband in this fantasy?”
She shrugged, impatiently.
“Him? Who cares. The point is we arrive together, you’re wearing your suit and I’m wearing a cape, a long cape, and high heels of course. After we come in I take off my cape and under it I’m only wearing a diamond necklace and shoes. Nothing else. Except for shoes and jewelry, I’m nude.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. And we just circulate around the room, around the party like everything is normal and make bullshit small talk...and they’re all wide eyes and staring breathlessly, but no one has the balls to call us on it. They just pretend it’s all normal even though I’m nude.”
“What happens then, baby?”
“Well after a while we go someplace and fuck. But the next day at your office...”
“Yeah that. Can you imagine that? How people could look at you when you came in. How they would treat you?”
“I never thought of that. Wow.” He was breathless, listening to her.
“I’ve thought of it. I’ve thought of it a lot. If you had the balls to do that, to show up with me nude at the office party, none of them would ever dare to fuck with you. Never.”
She paused, as if to let her words sink in.
“Nobody would ever give you any bullshit. Nobody would ever complain or mess with you. They wouldn’t dare. Not after a statement like that.”
“Wow,” He wiped away the perspiration from his forehead. “That’s pretty powerful.”
“Yes. The ultimate power. Show up with a nude married white woman on your arm and leave early. Everyone there knows we’re going someplace and I’m going to suck your cock and then we’re going to fuck. Everyone. All of them know it and they know you know they know. No hiding. No concealment. No mistaking the message.”
“What’s the message baby?”
“‘I’ve taken a white man’s wife and if you don’t like it go fuck yourselves.’”
He smiled.
“That’s really powerful baby.”
“Yes. It is, isn’t it?”
“Now I understand.”
“Understand what?”
“I understand why being with me in this balcony like this...why it means so much to you...but...Would you really suck my dick in front of all those people? You really have that kind of nerve?”
“That’s the wrong question.”
“The wrong question? What’s the right one?”
“Would you let me do it? Do you have the nerve to let me do it?”
She pulled the cushion off the chair on the balcony, dropped it on the floor in front of her, dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipped his pants, took out his fully erect penis and began to work her oral magic on him. It wasn’t quite the same as sucking his cock in front of the people who worked for him, but in front of dozens of anonymous onlookers and their video cameras is was almost as good. He gripped the railing with his left hand, struggling to remain standing rigidly upright while her head bobbed rhythmically up and down in front of him.
Across the street bedlam broke out on several floors where dozens of panting, gasping office workers watched breathlessly. They’d never seen anything like this before, and hundreds of thousand of internet views hadn’t seen anything like it either....not until the videos were posted on line later that day.
Not everyone was amused. A few authority types caught the show and the phone at the hotel desk downstairs was ringing off the hooks, people demanding the hotel “do something” about the exhibitionistic couple on the tenth floor.
The phone in the room started ringing endlessly. Eventually the ringing phone became unendurable.
“Mother fucker,” he thundered, and left the balcony to answer the phone in the room.
“Sir.” the manager began. “This is the front desk downstairs.”
“Yes?”
“If you’re the one out on the balcony with a nude woman you should be aware people are watching you from adjacent buildings and are calling the desk to complain. You should probably bring it indoors.”
“Got it,” he said.
“Hey baby,” he shouted at her. “Get in here now. People are watching and probably filming us.”
“Oh my God,” she laughed. “Oh my God!”
They closed the door behind her and pulled the drapes. They were truly alone, at last.
