In the city hotel where we usually stay are several rooms on virtually every floor where the bed is shoved sideways up against the window. I don't mind that, actually, since I like fresh air when I sleep.
These rooms look across an empty space – actually there's a courtyard at ground level – at facing rooms about 100 feet away. At one end of the space between these two wings of rooms – sort of like the base of the letter "U" – is the elevator shaft with facing banks of four elevators each. There are windows by the elevators that look out onto the same empty space you can see from the rooms, which themselves are just around the corner from the elevators.
If the curtains on the windows of these rooms are open at night, anyone stepping off the elevator can look out a window near the elevator and see right into these rooms and in particular could easily watch anything that was happening on the bed.
Now you are certainly not a prude, but nor are you an exhibitionist, except perhaps around me when you often can't wait to get naked. However, around most people, even with your full figure that millions of men would find an instant turn on, you tend to dress rather conservatively.
But something seems to happen whenever we stay in this hotel, which isn't often. When we do though, we ask for one of these rooms and as a rule no sooner is the door closed than you are tearing your clothes off and sprawling, gorgeously in the altogether, on the bed in full view of whomever might be getting off the elevator.
The first time we discovered this design quirk it was the morning we were checking out. And although you had me lick you as you lay spread eagle on the bed it's really not possible to see into the room in the daylight. The second time we were there it was pouring rain. Someone might have seen into the room as we sucked and fucked on the bed but the window was too steamy to let them see much.
Tonight, though, is different. The night is clear and warm. We've actually opened the window fully so the view of whatever happens will be virtually unimpeded. We turn down the lights to make ourselves a little less conspicuous but still reveal just about everything you'd see on a high quality porn movie.
"Do you think anyone will notice us?" you ask. I catch the excitement in your voice and make a guess that you hope so. We returned from dinner an hour ago and have just stepped out of a languid bath, during which I shaved your pussy bare and smooth – all the better to eat you, my dear, I'd promised.
"Well sweetie, if they're there I'm pretty damn sure they're going to notice."
We pile onto the bed, still clad in our hotel supplied robes, and begin necking and petting, slowly getting ourselves worked up for a long and loving night of erotic sex. I open your robe and kiss down your chest to your breasts, licking and sucking and biting the nipples until they are bullet hard. You do the same to me, only you keep going until your lips around wrapped around my cock.
Much as I love your cock sucking expertise – and I truly do and you truly have it – this is a night more for you than me. I pull you up and roll you over.
"Let's take off our robes," I say. "If someone is watching we want them to see everything."
Now we're both naked, you on your back propped up by two pillows and me between your legs kissing and licking my way up from your toes to your thighs and upward to your pussy – which is already glistening with the wet juices of your excitement.
Because you are halfways sitting up you can both keep an eye peeled for voyeurs near the elevator and also watch what I'm doing between your legs – which, judging by the steady rocking movement in your pelvic region is doing pretty well. From time to time over the next 10 minutes or so my efforts are even rewarded with a groan of pleasure and bit by bit I feel you pressing harder against my lips and tongue which are now more or less glued to your clit.
"Oh gawd, I think there's someone watching us."
The suddenness of your comment startles me. I raise my head to look but the elevator window appears empty.
"I'm not sure," you say, "but I think someone was there. He just ducked away when you looked up."
Well, fine I think. This show isn't for me, it's for you – and them, if they're there. I resume my licking, which now appears to have your undivided attention. Your hand is on the back of my head pulling me harder against your clit and your rocking motion is more pronounced.
"Oh gawd, yes, right there, sweetie. Oh you're going to make me cum like that. Oh gawd, oh gawd, I'm going to cum."
