Sabrina had been half asleep when she did it, but she had done it and now she had to deal with the repercussions.
Her neighbor started to appear often in her window. Between them it was unspoken. This was someone who she had titillated, and he wanted more of the same. To be honest, it was not completely just him who wanted that.
She liked being an object. Sexual, but not touched. In the beginning, long ago when that was her job, that had been the thing she loved so much. Sometimes, she did have sex with clients, but sometimes she was the main attraction and she was never touched.
When saw him in the window, she gave him a quicksilver flash of boob that if he had not been looking for it he might not have noticed.
He did not respond the same way all of the time either. He too might have been drowsy, and now dealing with the repercussions. He did not touch himself, but the way he looked at her was more intense than if he had touched himself or her. He ran his hands through his hair roughly, and walked away from the window.
This happened on and off, and she thought nothing of it. A flash of breast, her mostly shaven mound or a blown kiss was nothing to her to offer him.
Until they saw each other on the stairs, face to face.
The sound of their combined breath audible, and Sabrina felt her heart race–with excitement or danger? She did not know this man, who she had been teasing all this time at all.
His eyes bore through hers with that intense look of his that made a fire start between her breasts–excitement or fear? He looked away from her, and walked down the stairs. She felt the heat flare up on her back like fire, not sure what he would do.
She felt the air cool between them, as his descent thundered down the stairs.
Sabrina walked up the stairs slowly, like a porcelain vase.
She was a delicate object…
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ancient chinese porcelain vase via wikipedia