Window cleaner of pleasure

The early morning light fell softly through the large windows of the modern office building in the city center. Klaus, an experienced window cleaner, was already employed on his ladder. In his black work suit, he wrapped the rope of a climbing harness around him while the high-rise building façade pushed him to his limits of height. His muscles tensed as he cleaned the windows with clever movements while casting uninvited glances through the glass at the offices. Lena, an aspiring marketing manager who was just absorbed in her duties, sat in one of the offices. Her hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, the scent of her perfume mixed with the fresh morning air that flowed through the open space. She looked up again and again when she noticed Klaus in the present tense, who caught her eyes for a brief moment. A spark of attraction seemed to fly between them as Klaus smiled and resumed his work the next moment. But the thought of this mysterious woman with the radiant smile did not let go of him. He had already admired many women in his job, but Lena was different. His heart was beating faster, and as he had to make an effort not only to keep the windows clear but also to keep his mind clear, he felt a tingling desire. He knew that the working day was far from over, but the idea of seeing her again soon sparked his imagination. During lunch break, as Lena was waiting for her colleagues down in the lift area, Klaus stepped off the ladder. The heated summer rays seemed to further fuel the tension between the two. Their eyes met again, and this time it was more than just a moment; it was the silent promise of more. “You're doing a great job up there,” she remarked as he approached. Her smile was sweet and seductive at the same time. Klaus did not know why he was so uncertain. Crackling chemistry filled the air that surrounded them. “Thank you. But I would also like to clean something else,” he replied with a smile and looked deeply into her eyes. Bringing their eyes together, Klaus felt an electrifying feeling sweep through his body. Lena took a step towards him, and at that moment it was clear to him that the two wanted to exchange more than just words. But before he dared to go one step further, she confidently counted the minutes until the lunch break ended. It was as if she was challenging him to quickly risk everything they had just begun. The pressure mounted when they both wanted each other at that exact moment. Klaus couldn't help but hope for the imaginary closeness; their bodies almost touched each other. In a lightning-fast action, he felt Lena stroking his chest with her index finger. A look in her eyes confirmed his desire. Behind the window, yet so close, the space around her became small.