Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in neighbor caught nude. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In neighbor caught nude, the shirt drops, and rain-cold skin meets warm palms. She backs against the glass, city lights strobing across her body while her hand disappears between her thighs for neighbor caught nude. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in neighbor caught nude; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in neighbor caught nude is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.