Rear Window 2 - In the Heat of the Night

My apartment overlooks a square that serves as a communal area. Through a French door I had a pretty good view of the courtyard and the windows of the flats in the surrounding building, though of course I tried not to peak. The problem was that the same view was tedious.

I had promised myself I would not sit and watch the goggle box day and night, that wouldn’t do. The immobility was one thing, but to become a couch potato and pile on the pounds was another. So, I sat in my wheelchair (with an extra two cushions for comfort), my broken leg propped up on a coffee table, a dressing gown over my pyjamas and I read. And read. Voraciously. Everything I could get my hands on. But after a fortnight of reading I had exhausted my meagre library and I had tired of the daily papers with their lies, petty politics and kiss ass coverage of celebrities, as if I care what Beyonce is doing or whether some soap star has put an extra five pounds on her fat ass.

I think you can tell from reading this that my mood was not good. Melissa did improve matters and take my mind off the tedium on one occasion last week though. She turned up and told me to stay looking out of the window as she had a surprise for me. After a full five minutes the music started – a deep bass hip hop track – and as I wheeled around there she was in all her glory. Melissa was wearing a black and pink bra and panties set with a suspender belt and black stockings. She was perched on six inch stilettos and she held a feather duster in her right hand. Her fabulous long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and she set off the outfit with several large imitation pearl necklaces.

She stood in front of me and she began to sway her hips to the music, her hands running up and down her body. Then she began to gyrate more animatedly and teased me with the feather duster, pushing it under the plaster. Then she began to bump and grind more sensuously, getting ever closer and teasing me with tantalising glimpses of nipple as well as pushing her bosoms into my face and the back of my head as she danced around me.

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