Watching You, Watching Me (Zavaya & AmeliaRP) (NSFW)

[AmeliaRP]

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It still didn't seem quite right. It was her first self-portrait. But Karen Kavanagh wasn't completely happy with it and felt she had spent enough time on it. What she wanted to do was something different. A view from her rooftop garden. She had only recently moved into the penthouse apartment. The 32-year old redhead had wanted a new scene. She needed something new in her life follow her breakup and divorce from her husband Kevin. The marriage hadn't worked out but she did not want to be vindictive. They had been together nearly a decade. She never really understood why but now was the time to look forward than back, she convinced herself.

Art had become a kind of therapy for Karen. It preoccupied her mind. She liked to be creative and was also musically talented, not quite a child prodigy. But she did have piano lessons and also learned to play a guitar. The neurotic redhead saw her hobbies as a healing device. Although he doctor had prescribed anti-depressants pills, she never took them. She was diagnosed with having some form of obsessive compulsive disorder but she believed he never listened to whatever she said. It was like with Kevin, he had never appreciated her nor ascertained what she needed. Her mind kept wandering as she stopped by the marble stairs that gave her access to the rooftop garden. It was her easel she was looking for, together with her paints and a canvas for her new project.

There was much work to do in the apartment, which had been empty for months or so the redhead had been told. It would also keep her busy but would take her time. After such a distressful divorce, she intended to do nothing in a hurry. Her husband had agreed what her own lawyer described as a reasonable financial settlement. Money had never really interested her but the 32 year old spent much of her agreed buying the new place. It was in a different city she moved to. She wanted to get back to work as soon as possible but her alimony meant that she could take her time. It had been a life-changing event, which she was determined to make the best of. The roof garden itself was quite extensive and even had a pond. The real estate agent called it a spa oasis.

 

[Zavaya]

It was late in the afternoon when the white Rolls Royce Phantom pulled up the modern apartment building. The driver stopped the large luxury vehicle and stepped out and walked around the car to open the door for the passenger.
Francesca Watson stepped out of the car and walked straight into the lobby of the building. She was greeted by the concierge and as she waited for the elevator, the driver brought in the two suitcases she had with her.

“Thank you Gio. I’m sorry dad called you on your day off.”

The driver bowed and waved the apology off and disappeared outside and drove off. Francesca had been travelling to south east Asia and her dad had insisted she’d have a company car take her home, something she really wasn’t too fond of but if the old man insisted, not even his little princess could argue.
The concierge helped her with her luggage and got them back into the house before he too bowed and left.

The brunette left her suitcases in the hallway, put off her coat and walked straight to the kitchen. A few moments later the microwave hummed as it was heating up a meal. Francesca in the meantime walked to her large balcony and opened the doors, letting some of the afternoon air get into the apartment. The building was the last in a row of 5 similar buildings and her apartment consisted of half of the top floor with the balcony overlooking the river and the city in the distance. To one side there was a much older apartment block, one that had been discussed to be demolished. It looked like a really nice and classy place back when it was new. Now though, it was a bit of an eyesore for Francesca but at least the top floors had been empty for a long time meaning she had full privacy on her balcony.

She stood in the middle of the balcony, let the atmosphere of the tropical plants and flowers around her reach her senses and then pulled off her blouse. Soon the rest of the clothes followed and Francesca was stark naked. She stretched a few times, relishing in the sensation again of being naked. It was something she enjoyed and tried to spend as much time naked as she could. Having just sat in a plane for more than 12 hours just made the feeling even better.

Nudism was a thing for her. To Francesca it felt like freedom from everything. Having been brought up in a strict family with her parents working long hours she always felt pressured to do everything with the same intensity as her parents did things in. One day, many years ago, her parents were out and she could stay home alone for the first time. No nanny, no maid. Just her. She had reached an age where she had started to explore her sexuality and thus the moment she had seen her parent’s car disappear out of the driveway, she took off her clothes and masturbated hard. Afterwards, she didn’t dress up and stayed naked all night and all morning the next day. She realised she felt free and excited and had taken it further and further.

Now, in her own apartment (though gifted to her by her father) she spent a lot of time naked. She had even bought a lot of carpets to cover up most of the hardwood flooring in the apartment as the wood didn’t feel nice under her bare feet.
While she waited for the microwave to beep, she watered the plants, put on a pair of large and expensive looking sunglasses and poured herself a glass of wine. Then she took the meal from the microwave and settled on one of the corner beds.

Her back leaned against one side of the railing, her arm with the glass of wine on the other side with the plate on her lap. Francesca looked out over the river and the park ahead of her while the city behind her slowly lit up as the sun was setting and her own terrace automatically lit up as well all around her. As much as she enjoyed travelling and seeing the world, there was no place like home.

 

[AmeliaRP]

The best way to get a proper feel for her new location was to paint it, Karen thought. As she set up her easel on the paved patio by the pond, she looked around at the surrounding landscape. Previously she thought she would mainly do just the river and the city centre in the background. But upon review, the divorcee wondered if she should also include the much more lavish apartment bloc to the side. Being of a similar height, the adjacent penthouse there was the only building to overlook her own. The roof garden there seemed rich in a whole array of plants. If she was not mistaken, there also looked to be someone moving around but Karen was too distracted herself with sorting out her paints and brushes.

The redhead had already changed into a rather old quirky smock tunic that she tended to wear when she was likely to make a mess. It was loose fitting with a split hem that almost came down to her knees. It was originally pale blue but the garment had been washed so many times it was difficult to make out what colour it was. The number of paint stains and contaminations with solvents had also turned into into a work of art in its own right. More striking as Karen pranced around was the huge straw hat she had on her head that was like a boater but with an extremely large brim. It proved particularly useful to cover her hair that she tried to tie up out the way in some kind of a messy bun as well as keeping the sun out of her eyes especially in the late afternoon.

With the sun getting lower in the sky, the figure opposite moving about in the luxurious bloc kept catching her eye. Karen had left it a bit late to start but at least she got an hour of so to be able to sketch out a general outline of the environment on her canvas in her idiosyncratic style. In this particular case, it was an abstract spectrum of greys and greens mingling with each other. As the divorcee progressed on to add a little detail of the adjacent rooftop garden, it was only then she realised that the figure was of a woman, younger than herself. From what she could make out she appeared not to be wearing any clothes. It made little difference to her though she thought it may make her painting more interesting if she included her in it.

 

[Zavaya]

Unaware of the eyes laid upon her from the apartment Francesca thought was empty and abandoned, she finished her meal and wine, dreamingly draped over the seat, lit up by the spotlights on the balcony. When she finished her meal, she stood up and leaned forward on the railing, facing the other apartment. She really hoped it would be demolished soon. It looked old and derelict and it kind of creeped her out. After a few minutes she stood up again and spun around on her toes. She grabbed the plate and the empty wine glass and with her hips swaying, Francesca walked back into the apartment and out of sight for a moment.

When she came back on the balcony, she was still naked but her hair was tied in a knot on her head. Under her arm was a bright coloured rolled up mat which she soon dropped on the floor and with her bum now pointing towards the prying eyes, she bent forward to unroll the mat and flatten it.

Francesca didn't believe in the mental aspect of yoga, she felt it was a load of hokum but it relaxed her body and now with the sun mostly gone and the coolness of the evening sky slowly encroaching she began her yoga session.

She was facing away from her own apartment, thus giving Karen a good view again of her body. Her motions were smooth and calculated and it was soon obvious that she was experienced with the yoga routines. They looked easy and almost sensual as Francesca moved her naked form around the yoga mat.

 

[AmeliaRP]

When the young lady started her yoga exercises, it reminded her more senior neighbour that she had her first session of Tia Chi at the local gym in the morning. She had just registered to become a member. Never before had she practised the Chinese martial art before but Karen had long promised herself that she would get around to doing more exercise. The yoga classes were fully booked but the receptionist recommended the dance-like equivalent as an alternative. It was a gentle way to increase her fitness level, she was told. The redhead even treated herself to a leotard in celebration and hoped she would last longer than her previous attempts to do some physical training.

The spotlights illuminating the rooftop garden opposite were much brighter than the few solar lamps on her own property that were in need of replacement. The 32 year old divorcee found herself staring at the performance of her unknown neighbour as if bewitched by her graceful and nimble movement. She started to giggle to herself at the thought of asking the brunette if she would pose for her sometime. She had never done life drawing herself before but wondered if she could even be her kind of muse, her artistic inspiration. Her mind was racing way ahead of itself as she started to rinse her paint brushes, clean her palette and general tidy up after her with dusk already setting in.

It was a warm evening and it was nice to be outside in the fresh air. Karen lingered for a short while before going down the marble steps into her unrenovated apartment. Rather than cooking she thought she may as well eat out and see what local cafes and bistros there were nearby. At worst she could even try out a bar. She had never yet had much of an opportunity of looking around the neighbourhood. She wasn't very extroverted but felt it would be nice if she made a few friends. Guys though she wasn't still keen on since her break up. The main thing she missed though was the company in bed rather than sex. There was always her rabbit and Ben Wa balls that she had started to experiment with.

 

[Zavaya]

The yoga, in combination with the cooling night air made Franky feel relaxed and aroused. The view from her rooftop garden was scintillating as well and shortly after she stopped and left indoors, she came back out again with a vibrator. With both legs on the seat and the hand not holding the vibrator playing with her breasts, Francesca quickly masturbated herself to a climax. She let the moment sink in with another glass of wine, feeling the air get cooler by the minute until she decided to head to bed early tonight to sleep off the jet lag so she would be fit tomorrow.

Soon after the lights inside the penthouse were off with the balcony still lit up, though a bit dimmer than before. Francesca slept longer than usual, as was to be expected but at 8 in the morning she appeared on the roof garden again for anybody watching. Nude again, and with a see through cup of some exotic coffee in her hands. She sat down on the table this time and as she drank her coffee, browsed through her phone. Coffee and following breakfast done, she did a few stretching exercises on display and then went inside again.

The gym looked like it was taken straight out of China and it was more than obvious that this was a gym with Asian styled themes. Francesca closed the door behind her and walked up to the front desk.

“Hi… Francesca Watson… I’m here for the introduction lesson for Tai Chi.”

The lady behind the desk checked the computer and then directed her through the door left of the desk.

“The changing rooms are split between men and women. The shower is free but I’m afraid it's not private yet. Once you are changed, just walk down the corridor and into the large room. Your instructor will see you there and when everybody has arrived, you will start.”

Francesca looked at the door and thanked the lady and walked through the door. On the other side of the door, the Chinese theme was even more present. The music, the scents, the decorations, it all oozed China. Shame she had just come from Asia otherwise it might have actually had a bigger impact on her. She was still very much aware she was in North America though.

She opened the door to the changing room and walked in on two other women, one was just walking towards the door, already changed, the other sitting down on the bench fiddling with her clothes. Francesca greeted the woman and found an empty space and sat down.

As she began to take her clothes off, the other lady left and Francesca was alone again. She quickly took off all her clothes, enjoying being nude again, however briefly and stretched her arms above her legs and her entire body in the process. Right at that moment the door opened again and a redhead stepped into the room.

Francesca quickly lowered her arms again and sat down on the seat.

“I’m sorry. I just had to warm up a bit.”

It was a lame excuse as she was pretty certain that there would be a warm up before the lesson as well but she had to give the redhead some excuse for her behavior. Quickly she slipped into a g-string and a pair of dark blue sweatpants. As she pulled the last bit over her behind, her still bare breasts bounced a bit and then, while facing the redhead, Francesca put on a sports bra and a white top that still showed her toned stomach. Shoes were not needed they were told so now changed fully, Francesca left the redhead and the changing room and walked towards the large room where the rest of the class was already warming up. She greeted the instructor who checked his list again and told her to start a light warming up routine.

 

[AmeliaRP]

The coincidences seemed unreal. What was happened to Karen just a few days after she had moved to a new city to start a new life. That was her hope anyway. Yet everywhere she seemed to turn there was her neighbour as if a reflection of her own youth. Then she had been a fresh spirit too though not to the extent of being invariably undraped. There she was again at breakfast time out in her roof garden adjacent to the redhead's. Was it might to be of some particular significance? Did the alluring maiden have some message or communication for her?. The exercising this time was brief but so too did Karen quickly ensuring what she needed to baptise her gym membership.

Words would just not come out of the 32 year old divorcee's mouth as she entered the locker rooms. Waiting for her, if that was the appropriate word, was the sprightly lady again. Behold she was yet again in the suit of her birth. She was even more heavenly close up. She oozed exuberance and bliss. Her unblemished skin had a cream hue albeit with a mild tan. Her breasts were miraculously generous, more endowed than herself. They were ripe and ready to be reaped and harvested. Unforgivable taut were her aerola, a coral yet impudent pink. The nipples of each stood proud. Karen found herself starring, not quite gloating.

Warming up, she said she was. Sizzling, the redhead would have said. She missed the opportunity to introduce herself as the bydweller from next door continued her enthusiastic exertions. Modesty just wasn't her thing. By the time she had finished, Karen thought she must know her body better than her gynaecologist. . There was no doubt about it though how lithe and nimble the girl with the green eyes was. She moved with such grace. When she disappeared the redhead grieved. She had been strangely coy to undress in front of her. After a moment's hesitation, she wasted no further time once she was gone otherwise she would be late for her class.

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Was she underdressed in her maroon leotard? Mutton also dressed up as lamb also sprung to mind. But she had brought nothing else and wasn't any time to change anyway. It was what Karen felt when she found the right room and saw the others in tracksuits and loose clothing. She was last on the list she noticed as the instructor crossed her name off when reporting to him. There was only her shadow there but she had become nonplussed about seeing her there since she appeared to be everywhere. At least she was the only one like her in a state of dishabille. They had something in common, maybe lots of things. During their exercising she stood behind her intrepid neighbour. The divorcee felt like a teenager again developing a crush on her. She had never been into girls, at least not in an infatuated way before. She was smitten with her movement and physique.

 

[Zavaya]

Francesca gracefully moved around, following the instructions of the teacher. Her sports bra couldn’t stop her bosom from swaying and moving but for Francesca, this was nothing erotic. It was just a way to stay fit and in shape while exploring new things. She also didn’t pay too much attention to the other women in the class. All she had noticed was that they were really different. In size, colour and attire. Some wore light shoes and tight clothes, others had taken the teachers advice and wore wide comfortable clothes and bare feet and this redhead wore a leotard.

It was a bold choice but she somehow pulled it off. Francesca knew that with her own proportions, a leotard wouldn’t really work too well and would definitely not be as comfortable as it might be on the redhead.

For some exercises they had to form groups and because the redhead was closest to Francesca they paired up for those.

After an hour and a half the teacher called the class a day. He explained how, if they had liked it, they could sign up for the official classes starting in a few weeks. Three of the women stayed for a meditation class afterwards and by the time Francesca had asked a few questions to the teacher and came back to the dressing room, it was mostly empty.

She looked around for the showers, which were, as warned, not private at all. They were just two showerheads in the corner of the dressing room. No curtains, no doors, nothing. Not being overly fussy about that and thinking the clothes still left on the benches were from the ladies who stayed behind, Francesca took off her clothes again, pulled a towel from the Louis Vuitton sports bag and walked to the showers.

A firm press on the knob and the water began to cascade down her body, the temperature really not too comfortable and the chalk encrusted shower head making for a very inconsistent beam of water.

 

[AmeliaRP]

Karen was not always the quickest thinkers. It seemed like a long introductory session but she was pleased to be distracted by the close proximity of her neighbour in the gym room. Often she was actually next to her as she tried to practise certain exercises, though nowhere near as accomplished as she was. It was a privilege for the redhead to be paired with the adept younger woman on a few occasions that gave her some confidence. By the time the workout finished, she was perspiring and quite exhausted. Before returning to the changing rooms, she took a break watching those who stayed behind for meditation while recovering her composure.

The sound of the shower the redhead heard first as she opened the spring powered door of the changing rooms. There were just the two together on the other side. The top half of the woman with the green eyes she could see busy washing herself. No one else was around. Karen needed to rinse herself off too after the Tai Chi but was in two minds whether to join her. She wasn't as free and easy as her neighbour in stripping off in front of others. She wasn't one for flaunting her body which she was coy to display in any case. Slowly and warily she stood up and removed her leotard, removing the straps from her shoulders before pulling it off her arms and eventually stepping out of the legless body suit.

Rather than immediately going over, the recent divorcee looked in her bag for a towel. But then sat a while. She never used to be such a timid person or was it that she felt reserved and bashful when the flamoyant brunette was around. She couldn't stay there forever, she kept saying to herself. Her shyness was reaching monstrous proportions. What was she afraid of? She had nothing too lose. After goading herself for a few minutes, she wrapped the towel around her, folding the edge and tooking it in above the risings of her modest breasts to hold it up to cover her torso.. Gradually the redhead made it over to the corner where her neighbour was washing herself.

"The water. Is it warm? I don't like it cold." Karen felt obliged to finally say something to her for the first time after not saying a word the first time they say one another in the locker room nor during the time they were exercising together. She wasn't naked then but felt the need to distract her while she turned her back to loosen the towel around her and hang it up on a nearby peg. The self-conscious 32-year old looked at her sheepishly as she reached over to switch on the shower adjacent to her and test the heat of the spray before cautiously stepping underneath the sprinkling cascade, Pressing the gel dispenser on the wall between them, she started to soap up her body.

"What's your name. I mean mine is Karen." In her uneasy way, she ventured to further the petty dialogue between them though wanting to know what she was called. She even offered her a rather tense smile.

 

[Zavaya]

Francesca felt no shame when the redhead entered the changing rooms. In fact, she felt something new, something she had not felt before until now. Excitement. She knew she had a body to die for, all of her ex boy and girlfriends had told her that and she felt really comfortable with her body. Now, with a stranger seeing it as well, she felt excited.

A little confused about this new sensation, she showered a bit more modest than she normally would, keeping her arms and hands close to her body in order not to make the redhead even more uncomfortable as she already visibly was. The way she sat on the bench, waiting to get into the shower told Franky that she was shy or reluctant.

“Yeah it’s alright.”

Francesca answered the question honestly. It wasn’t the most comfortable shower in the world, far from it but that had never been the reason Franky took the shower. She wanted to be naked and this visitor was unexpected but certainly not unwelcome.

“Nice to meet you Karen. I’m Francesca. Or Franky as my friends call me.”

She now had to move her hands as she had to wash the soap from her hair. The process involved turned around facing the room and tilting her head back for the soap to not go into her eyes. Which stuck out her chest and made it look even bigger. Franky quickly rinsed her hair and then let the water cycle stop before walking to her towel. While the water still ran, Francesca shared her opinion on the Tai Chi lesson.

“That was a lot more intense than I had thought it would be. But I really quite liked it. Marco… that was his name right? He’s a good teacher as well. Patient enough. I think I’ll sign up for the classes.”

Now at a bit of a distance, she had a better view on the redhead, who looked really good although the dim light of the changing room probably didn’t do her hair any justice. She started drying herself as she looked at the wall, not wanting to make Karen even more uncomfortable.

“So… Did you like it? Will you the classes?

The expensive towels she brought made quick work of all the water on her body and before too long she was dressed up in her tight jeans and bra again, her wet hair clinging to her back.

 

[AmeliaRP]

Although she wasn't one of her friends, at least not yet, Karen would still prefer to call her Francesca if she was allowed. It was more exotic while Franky even seemed a little masculine if anything. She would hold her peace for the moment however for fear of upsetting such a delectable maiden. The redhead would do anything to remain a confidante. That's what she was striving for. She also wouldn't ask her neighbouring diva if she would pose for her yet but would pick the right moment. In the meantime, she just loved watching her washing herself even if it meant being nude in return. She was the perfect distraction for her while she came to terms with being a single woman again.

"I need to get fit anyway so I signed up too. It's good though everyone can work at their own pace." It was pleasantly surprising for the redhead that her neighbour was quite talkative and friendly. The impression she had earlier was as if she lived in another world. She had seemed an intriguing mystery as well as such an elegant and sophisticated artist as if she could have been a ballerina. When dressed she was as alluring as she was when without wearing a stitch. The skin-tight jeans she put on only emphasised how really slender the maiden was and yet in contrast to her divine bosom, such a remarkable dichotomy.

"Let me dry your hair for you, if I may. Such lovely texture it has, it must be your high levels of estrogen and progesterone." Karen hoped she was not being too forward or familiar with her. She had noticed a hairdryer hanging on the wall for general use and didn't want her new acquaintance to go out with wet locks. No doubt that they would soon dry in the morning sun but probably all in tangles and knots. Strikingly different was her own frazzled hair, so naturally curly but so fine too that required such loving care. It was the same discretion she planned to use in scrupulously grooming the bursting with health brunette.

"I'll be extra attentive. God forbid I wouldn't let your follicles to get overheated or damage the grandeur." So mindful she wanted top be, yet was not mindful about her own state of nudity with trickles of water running down her face , over her chin, dribbling onto her breasts and flowing down the rest of her body. The redhead had remembered to switch off the shower but yet was to collect her towel from the waiting peg, so engrossed she was in wanting to provide service to the girl with the devouring green eyes.

 

[Zavaya]

Before Francesca could reasonably protest against the naked woman drying her hair, it was too late and the blow dryer was already on. It felt a little weird and she wasn’t fully comfortable with the whole situation but didn’t protest. Her hair didn’t mean as much to her as Karen seemed to think. It was just there to cover her scalp. Sure she liked how it looked and realized it gave her a very feminine look but she used normal shampoo and conditioner, not the super expensive hair treatments some other people used.

She could see Karen behind her through a mirror and couldn’t help but notice the woman actually had a great body and even nicer hair than she herself had. Hers was just brown, Karen’s was this vibrant red which even in the dim light looked awesome.

“I’m so jealous of your hair. I bet it looks really good in the sunlight. I’ve always wondered what I look like with red hair like yours.”

She plucked a towel from her own bag, one she had planned to dry her hair with, and as she turned around, draped the towel around Karen.

“Here. Dry yourself before you catch a cold.”

Francesca continued to blow dry her hair, not because she particularly wanted it but because it would be ungrateful to walk out without her hair dry. Meanwhile she tried not to look at Karen too much. With her hair as dry as she could get it, she turned the dryer off and put it back on its wall mount and packed her bag. She didn’t ask for her towel back, letting Karen keep the luxury towel if she wanted and after putting her blouse and shoes back on, she swung the expensive bag over her shoulder and walked to the door.

“So I guess I’ll see you in a few weeks when the classes start then Karen.”

She looked back and smiled as she opened the door.

“Take care of your gorgeous hair alright? Have a good day!”

With that she walked out of the changing room and left the building, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Or at least as fresh as the hot city allowed. It was better than the perfumed air in the changing rooms for sure.

Francesca walked two blocks to meet with a friend at a café and shared her experiences about the Tai Chi, while having a small meal and something to drink.

Early in the afternoon Francesca got home, emptied the bag into the washing machine and added the clothes from her travels and turned the machine on. As the machine started to hum, Francesca shed her clothes again, put on a pair of sunglasses and a large had and walked out onto the deck terrace again. Before she sat down, she applied some sun block on her skin and then draped herself, face up, on square bed in the corner of the terrace and closed her eyes, facing the apartment across dead on.

 

[AmeliaRP]

Her neighbours reappearance on her roof garden was not only distracting but stopping Karen from completing her painting. In the afternoon, she instead homed herself up in the small secluded summerhouse on hers. The redhead had found an old pair of binoculars through which she could watch Francesca without being noticed that afternoon, she hoped. What a beautiful name she had that corresponded with everything out what was becoming an obsession for her. It may have something to do with the personality disorder she suffered from due to her being aggrieved but she rejected that it was any form of a mental illness.

If anything, her growing pursuit of the much younger maiden was helping her take her mind away from her loss of a husband she believed that she once loved. But putting it into perspective she was no longer sure it was the case. What did she know anymore? What surprised Karen was that she was getting titillations from watching her neighbour. It happened before when she felt desperate to help her dry her hair at the gym but so far had never previously admitted feeling such things. It wasn't sexual she told herself though even though her own nipples were hard and she felt some moisure between her legs.

The cinema. That's where the redhead found herself an hour or two later. It was evening and the sun was low in the sky. She felt she needed to get out and breath in some fresh air. She had walked slowly through a nearby par, wanting to get her mind away from Francesca. Even by her own neurotic impulses she realised she was becoming too obsessed with the free spirit of a maiden living opposite her. She wanted a break. There happened to be an old movie she had always wanted to see from 2010. It was Spanish but was in English and was called Room in Rome, coincidentally about wo women who meet and experience sensual and emotional fulfillment during a steamy encounter in a hotel. That's what the poster said.

In her youth, Karen had been quite a film buff but she dropped out of the routine of regularly going to the cinema after she was married. Now she couldn't quite remember when the last time she had been. It made her quite excited. She felt she was regaining freedoms thaty she had lost as she walked into the foyer. The building had character. It wasn't one of the multiplex-style that had been built in recent years. It was outside the usual general release circuit, more of an independent art house one with a special ambience. The redhead did feel a pinch of conscious going in by herself. It would have been so much better if she had someone to share the experience. Perhaps things would change she thought as she handed her ticket in.

 

[Zavaya]

Francesca didn’t care for the movie. In fact, she didn’t even know which movie she had booked her ticket for. The reason she was there was because the building and the atmosphere just appealed to her sensual exhibitionistic nature.

She made sure to come in and take her seat when the lights were already out and the screen was already well lit with commercials and previews. Quickly she walked down the stairs to the middle of the room and then found a seat all the way to the left side of the row, against the wall. Her entire row was empty and maybe it was suspicious for somebody to sit that far to the side when there was plenty of place in the middle. But Francesca wasn’t there to watch a movie.

Sunbathing on the roof had done something to her. Or maybe it hadn’t been the sunbathing itself, she did that more often than not. Maybe it was the thought about the redhead she had met at the Tai Chi introduction. There just was something about her. The pale skin, the perky breasts and that glorious red hair. It had gotten the brunette aroused.

She could have quickly masturbated at home with one of her large collection of toys. She could have even done it on the balcony, out in the open as she loved but instead she had decided to do something she had done only once before. Go to the theatre and have a go at there. It brought a little extra tension and excitement.

So when she got her seat, she took off her light coat and put her handbag on the seat next to her. She looked around quickly and decided the theatre was empty enough. Slowly she began to rub herself while the previews and commercials until the movie finally started. Carefully she reached under her knee long skirt and slowly pulled her panties off. They were wet already, she could feel it around her fingers. Then she stepped out of her sneakers and pulled the wet fabric off her legs entirely.

Immediately she felt the rush of her wet womanhood being exposed to the cool air-conditioned theatre. A shiver of excitement ran through her body as she put her bare feet on the floor and threw her panties on the seat next to her. Slowly she began to rub her fingers through and inside of her pussy again, occasionally rubbing her clit with her thumb. Every so often when the movie screen was really bright, she stopped and waited, afraid people might see her but everybody was too into the movie to notice her.

Half an hour or so into the movie, Francesca unbuttoned her blouse and reached one hand into her bra, massaging her generous breasts one by one while she continued to play with herself, both her feet now off the floor and the seats in front of her.

 

[AmeliaRP]

Too absorbed she was in the movie. Karen found herself loving every moment about the one-night love affair between a female tourist from Spain in her 30s and a much younger Russian woman. Coincidentally she saw parallels between herself and her neighbour not least in their ages though did not equate her own obsession with such passion portrayed in the film. What she loved though was the beauty of the affair added to by the extensive nakedness of the two leading actresses. As it would be, the redhead was sitting in the same row as Francesca albeit quite a few seats away from her. It was not until she put her feet up on the back of the seat in front of her that she caught her eye.

The distraction of what her neighbour was doing slowly overtook her focus on the screen. At first it did not register who it may be until she caught a glimpse of her voluptuous boobs which she thought she recognised. Her silhouette that Karen could make out also seemed to fit the idiosyncratic maiden. Who else could it be? The redhead had seen so much of Francesca in the past 24 hours of so that she had become so well-versed about her scintillating body. She could almost complete a degree course devoted to her eroticism. Were they even her panties on top of the coat in the adjacent seat? How dangerous was the lifestyle she played?

"I thought it was you, Francesco. Nice to see you here. Would you like some ice cream too? Any particular flavour, so you want?" The temptation was too great for the redhead not to go over to greet her neighbour when the lights went up for the interlude. It seemed again fate that they would meet. It was so nice to see her in a different setting even if yet again she was self-pleasuring herself. Although it had seemed obvious what she had been doing, Karen resisted looking down too close as she stood near her seat. She loved the cinema also having an old-fashioned usherette with a tray selling an assortment of refreshments from the aisle between the rows of seats.

When she returned with the ice cream, Karen wasn't sure whether she was going to remove her things from the seat next to her to let her sit down. She was just wearing a sleeveless black and gold minidress with thigh high fishnet stockings. "I'm loving every moment of the steamy movie are you. She a lovely retro picture hall too."

 

[Zavaya]

When she saw the person approach her, Francesca quickly put her feet back down on the floor and snatched her panties off the seat next to her and hid them.

Karen.

Where had she come from? How much had she seen? Heart pounding she quickly returned the greeting and pulled her coat off the chair and held it in her lap, trying to quickly regain her composure.

"Sure yeah.. Hi!.. Eh.. vanilla please."

With Karen going for the icecream, Francesca quickly adjusted her clothes again but didn't have time to put her panties back on. Instead she just stuffed them into her bag and by the Karen returned with the icecream, Francesca had pulled her blouse and bra straight again and removed her coat and hung it over the seat in front of her.

"Thank you Karen."

She took the icecream and looked at the screen.

"Yeah it's a really nice movie."

It occured to her that her seat was terrible if you actually wanted to watch the movie. Way too far to the side.

"Had I known it was you, I'd have sat next to you. We can move to your seat? I think it's a better spot than this?"

She was fucking horny after playing with herself and now with Karen, the woman that had brushed her hair, naked, sitting next to her, it only made things worse. When they got up to sit in the middle where Karen sat before, Francesca could feel how wet she was as the cool air of the theatre now had free access to her pantyless crotch. She felt some droplets of horny began to run down her legs and quickly sat down again.
For a moment she considered excusing herself and going to the bathroom to get herself off quickly and get her panties back on but she also wanted to keep this high until she got home and get herself off while looking at the skyline of the city.

"I didn't know you were local to here. I've never seen you before."

 

[AmeliaRP]

"How do they perform such intimate scenes? Do you think you could ever be naked and do such things in front of camera crew and so audiences everywhere can watch you?" The odd pair were eating their ice creams after moving their seats to a more central position in the retro-style cinema. Karen had spied on her neighbour for the past two days and become infatuated not only with her scintillating body but with how adventurous she was in baring it all discreetly in public.

"I don't think I'd ever be brave enough. But again I'm not as gorgeous as the Spanish and Russian actresses or even yourself, Francesco." It was true what the redhead thought about the delectable young belle sitting next to her. She herself was not being mindful about how much thigh she was showing due to the shortness of her own gaudy minidress she was wearing. Karen couldn't believe what her crush had been doing during the first half of the movie. It only made her admire her all the more.

"Maybe we are fated keep meeting up, do you think? It's more than coincidence, I'd really love to paint you sometime." It was a subtle way for the redhead to indirectly ask if she was willing to pose for her. She be willing to take all of her painting materials to her roof garden which was much nicer and newer than her own. Karen would prefer though that she did not know she lived opposite her and jeopardise all the exciting times she was having spying on her. Would she be willing to masturbate knowingly in front of her, she wondered.

The lights went down at the end of the interval to resume the erotic movie about two differently aged women tourists meeting by chance in a night of passion in a hotel room in Italy. It was the other one though who was so carefree like Frascensco. Personality wise Karen was more similar to the more bashful younger beauty though not so much in looks. In the darkness, the redhead did not have to be concern about her own panties showing as she leaned back in her seat and tilting her head towards her neighbour. In such close proximity added to her enjoyment of what was happening on the screen.

 

[Zavaya]

The fact that Karen spoke the movie's intimate scenes eluded Francesca at first. Her mind raced, panicked that this redhead she was going to do Tai Chi with had seen her do the things she had done in the theatre. Only when she mentioned the actresses did Francesca realize Karen was talking about the movie.

She relaxed a little, agreeing with Karen’s suggestion to paint her someday without even realizing it. Francesca was too relieved that Karen didn’t mention her shameful actions on one side and she was still incredibly aroused by said actions. She frowned a little when what she had said sank in.

“I’m sure it’s just a coincidence. This is the only theatre for miles and because we both have a day off, because we did Tai Chi together, it’s a short leap to meeting each other here.”

Francesca was a rational human being. There was no higher power or deeper meaning behind stuff. Coincidence just happened. Before she could ask what kind of painting and if Karen was any good at it, the movie started again.

Because she had missed the majority of the first half, Francesca had some difficulties following what the movie was about, but her mind soon began to wander off to erotic thoughts. Those two actresses joined her on her roof garden, all three naked, slightly sweaty and steamy as skin touched skin and fingers touched very intimate skin. To her frustration she couldn’t do anything about her intimate parts being continuously wet and to make matters worse, it wasn’t just her intimate parts anymore. She was sure there was a wet spot on her skirt, which even though it was black, would still show.

As soon as the titles began to show indicating the movie was over, Francesca quickly put on her coat, hiding the wet spot in her skirt at least partially. She followed Karen out into the foyer.

“I’d like to know more about your painting… I need to use the restroom first though. Will you wait here?”

Quickly the brunette disappeared into the rest room and once in a stall, she quickly searched her bag for her panties. Using a few paper towels to dry off most of herself, she pulled on her panties again, feeling a bit safer against leakages but a lot less aroused as well. When she stepped out she decided that the stain on her skirt would be water she spilled while washing her hands, should Karen ask. After a quick gussy up she left the restrooms and quickly found Karen again by her vibrant red hair.

“I live nearby. Let’s get some take out and talk about that painting?”

They stopped at the local restaurant and with two bags of food, stepped into the air-conditioned foyer of Francesca’s upscale apartment building. She greeted the concierge and led Karen into the elevator. Because the elevator went into her house, she had to use a key to tell the elevator to get to the penthouse.

Once in there, Karen took off her coat and shoes and showed Karen to the roof garden.

“I’ll grab us some plates and cutlery. You want a drink?”

Moments later she came out to the roof garden as well with some cutlery and plates, put it down on the wooden table in the middle and sat down across Karen. While they walked home from the theatre to her house, Francesca had seen some of Karen’s work on her phone and she was really impressed by some of it.

“So, this painting… Do you have a studio? Or do you come to me or do I come to you? I have never done it so forgive me if I’m asking stupid questions. I like the idea though.”