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The slight sprinkle of rain kissed her face with cooling relief. The damp blouse grew wetter, rainwater seeping into the thin lace of her bra. Her nipples tightened with a combination of a slight chill and the idea someone seeing her on the balcony half-dressed.

Lifting her head, she let the light rain cover her face. The breeze cooled her moist skin. Raising her arms, she welcomed the change in temperature. With a long sigh, she released the aggravation of the day into the falling night. If only she could lose her sexual frustration as easily.

Recurring fantasies of her neighbor—dark wavy hair flopped over his frowning brow. Deep blue eyes, chiseled features. The brooding good looks were only the top of the list. A body to die for hid under the perfectly tailored suit. Well tanned hard muscled… Could she help it if the view from her bedroom window looked over his small back yard?

And every time she saw him, her body heated and cream pooled between her thighs. Her imagination had her pushed over the hood of his precious car, her skirt rucked up and her underwear torn away. Hard, rough sex…pounding into her pussy with long strokes of his thick cock…

She lowered one arm. Her hand slid down her dripping blouse to the small triangle of cloth covering her mons. Running a finger along the seam of her labia, she bit her lip against a moan.

A loud meow interrupted her all too brief fantasy. ‘Max?’

His raucous muttering seemed almost level with her but how… The rain began in earnest and Max’s cries increased in intensity.

‘Max. Where are you?’ Miriam leaned toward the railing. Her heart jumped as she peered over the edge in search of her cat. She didn’t do heights well. She never moved more than a foot or two onto the balcony. And never to the edge. But Max…

‘Kitty, kitty…’ Another plaintive meow answered her call. This time, Miriam’s gaze followed the sound up the tree near George’s balcony. ‘Max?’

A streetlight on the other side of the tree revealed the silhouette of her wayward feline. Another meowed squeal confirmed her fears.

‘Bloody hell…’

A low rumbled of thunder sent Max into a flurry of pitiful meows.

‘Okay…okay.’ Miriam took a deep breath.

Max’s perch on the tree branch appeared to be about a foot from George’s balcony. Even if the man were home, he’d never help her rescue Max. The balconies were about a meter apart—maybe a little less. The drop between them wasn’t life threatening—probably wouldn’t break anything if she fell. The idea of falling, slipping between the gap and flying through the air robbed her of her breath.

‘Oh, God…’ She couldn’t believe she was contemplating climbing onto George’s side. Lightening crackled in the distance then thunder followed within a few seconds. Miriam needed to get to Max before the full fury of the storm hit.

Max screamed his displeasure once again prompting Miriam to action.

With a deep breath, Miriam moved to the edge. If she didn’t look down… The shadows hid the height from her view. A gutter ran along the roof of the connected houses. If she used it to keep her balance… ‘Don’t look down. Don’t look down,’ she mumbled as she climbed onto a chair next to the railing. Gasping deep ragged breaths, Miriam grabbed the edge of the gutter. After a good tug to test the sturdiness, Miriam stepped onto the strong metal railing.

Her nylon-covered foot didn’t slip but she should have removed them first. Too late now. If she stopped, she’d never muster the nerve to climb up again. Her gaze focused on George’s railing. With a quick step and a short jump, she landed on his balcony.

The shakes took over and she sank to the wet tile. Max’s meow subdued her anxiety attack a little. Focusing on her stranded cat kept her from sitting paralyzed on the floor. Miriam stood on trembling legs then crossed the small space to the tree. As she reached the railing, Max leapt from his perch onto the balcony. Before Miriam could touch him, the soaked cat took three jumps to the opposite side of the balcony, up on the railing then sailed onto Miriam’s side. With a flick of his tail, Max disappeared into her apartment.

‘Son of a bitch…’ Miriam slid back to the floor as the rain intensified, pounding hard drops against her skin, finishing the soaking of her clothes. She needed to get back to her side. But first she had to catch her breath.

A light flipped on inside George’s house, shining through the glass doors. Miriam shrank into a darkened corner, pulling her knees to her chest. ‘Damn!’ Now what?

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