Natasha Arched her back slightly as she freed the last hook on her dress and let it fall to the floor. She bent and stretched her slim half naked body in front of the large window in her hotel room. If she hadn't been listening so intently she never would have heard the slight intake of breath through the comm she wore.
'Good' she thought to herself as she moved to remove the rest of her clothes. Natasha knew the man had eyes on her, that was his job, but she had wanted to know how closely he watched.
'So the little bird wants to watch? I'll give him something to watch.'
Her bra and underwear hit the floor quickly and the she merely stood before the widow, naked except for the gun strapped to her thigh. The sound of clothes rustling drifted through the comm. It sounded as if the man on the other end was readjusting himself in some way.
A small satisfied grin played upon Natasha's lips as she turned and walked to the bed that lay directly in front of the large window. She crawled up onto the bed giving the man across the street a perfect view of her ass. She moved up the bed then turned, propping herself up on the pillows. The red-haired temptress let her legs fall open in a way that allowed her "little bird" to see her, from the tips of her breasts to her weeping sex.
Another sharp breath slipped through the comm. This one louder than the first as if he didn't care about hiding his reactions to her anymore.
Natasha moaned quietly as she ran her hands down her sides. She let her right hand linger on the butt of the gun still strapped to her thigh, as her left trailed back up her body. She traced a single finger around the stiff peak, teasing herself. A gasp escaped when she captured her nipple between her 2 fingers and rolled it gently.
The breathing through the comm got heavier as Natasha teased one breast then the other. As her hands dipped lower, skating across her flat stomach, a hiss ripped through the comm almost like encouragement for her to keep going.
Her fingers stopped their journey at the meeting of her thighs, dancing lightly on the sensitive bud that lay just above her slick wet entrance.
"Ahh", the audible sound of her pleasure moved through the comm teasing the man that watched just as much Natasha teased herself. The dance her fingers moved to on her clit sped up, pulling soft moans from her lips. Her pleasure continued to build so much that she had almost forgotten her audience; almost but not entirely. The man's groans that drifted through the comm gave her almost as much pleasure as her fingers did.
"Mmmmmm", the moan that escaped her lips as she tilted her hips up allowing her finger to slip into her wet heat. She pumped into herself slowly teasing herself with the friction. Natasha arched off the bed as pushed a second finger into herself. She sped up her pace moving faster and faster. Her hips bucking up to meet her hand with every thrust. As her left hand brought her to the edge her right griped the butt of her gun, still strapped to her thigh, as if it were her lifeline.
She teetered on the edge, inching closer and closer and then…
"Natasha" the man watching her whispered her name and she shattered.
Falling into the pleasure filled abyss. She cried out coming so hard she saw stars.
Her voice was raw as she came back to herself, "Did you like the show little bird?" finally addressing the man watching her.
"You know I see better from a distance Tasha,", he said with a smile in his voice," but I'd like to be a little more hands on next time."