I was laid in bed still, Bill having gone to work, my fingers gently toying with my labia, thinking of what to get up to that day, when Bill called.
"I've got to go to Chicago tonight for a couple of days, to meet a potential new and important client, Jo, and I thought you'd like to come with me. I've booked us into one of the big hotels in the centre, with lots of windows you can expose yourself from. I got flights for us, though at short notice, the only one I could get is the very last flight tonight."
Wow, that sounded fun. I hadn't been to Chicago for several years, and the prospect of standing naked at the window, looking out at the twinkling lights of the skyscrapers was already getting me excited.
"That's brilliant, Bill. I'll pack for both of us, if you like."
I was going to have to rearrange my planned meeting with June, when I was hoping to persuade her to let Bill fuck her, but the prospect of a completely new audience to expose myself to was irresistible. I called June and put her off for a day, and by the time I had sorted out clothes for me and Bill to take in just a carry-on, I had a text from June, suggesting a meeting in town in three days' time, which fitted perfectly.
The flights certainly were late. It was approaching midnight when the taxi from O'Hare dropped us at the hotel, and when we walked into the room, the lights of downtown Chicago were sparkling through the floor to ceiling glass window of the bedroom. Although it was late, I just couldn't resist it.
"Come on, Bill, fuck me against the window," I said, throwing my clothes off, and pressing my naked tits, belly and pussy against the glass.
I had no idea how many people might have spotted me from the hundreds of windows within sight of our room, but the thought of lots of people watching me get fucked had turned me on in a big way. Who knew, someone might be laid in bed, then see me out of their own window, and jerk off looking at Bill ramming his cock up my cunt from behind.
The idea must of got to Bill as well, because first he stood next to me, showing off his stiff cock to whoever was watching, before pulling my ass cheeks apart, and sliding his dick up me so hard my tits were flattened against the glass, making a squeaking noise as my body was forced upwards.
"Just imagine all those people watching you Jo. Open your legs a bit more, so they can even watch my cock sliding in and out of your fucking hole, the men wishing they were me, and women dying to eat your cunt once I've come up you, darling."
Oh fuck, believe me, I was imagining alright. My cunt felt as if it was on fire, my belly full of his cock, and my tits squashed against the window, though my stiff nipples were still trying to push it away.
"Look, Jo! I can see movement at some of the windows. Wait! I think I can see the flash from binoculars or a telescope, and they must be able to see every inch of your tits and your stretched cunt, Jo."
I wasn't sure I could see what he said, but I wanted to believe it, and anyway, our out of control imaginations meant we couldn't last long. My fingers fought with Bill's for prime position on my clit, and Bill's cock was pumping in and out of me like crazy. I screamed against the glass as I came, and I felt Bill squirting his spunk deep in my vagina.
"Just stand with your legs open, Jo, and let them watch my sperm drip out of your hole," Bill whispered, after he'd pulled out of me, and moved his hands around to cup my breasts, released from their pressure against the window.
I waited while the thread of spunk grew longer, and eventually dropped on to the floor, christening the room with a little pool of white goo, just like the ones we kept leaving either side of our front door at home. Then we showered, and cuddled each other to sleep, leaving the blinds wide open.
When I woke in the morning, Bill had already left for his business meeting, but he must have ordered room service, because there was cereal, croissants and half a pot of coffee on the table in the lounge. Could I resist the lure of the window, though? Of course, I couldn't, and I ate my breakfast standing naked next to the glass, confident that some of the windows in the adjacent buildings must be offices, and there were bound to be people daydreaming and looking out.
As I imagined the bored workers wondering 'is that woman naked?', 'is she really caressing her tit?', or 'is that really her slit I can see?' I was wondering myself how to fill the whole day on my own. It was all very well exposing myself at the window, but I wanted to be closer to the people who saw me, so I could see the reaction on their faces as they saw bits of a strange woman that they definitely shouldn't be able to see.
My chance came sooner than I'd expected, when there was a knock on the door.
"Housekeeping," a woman's voice announced.
"Come in, come in," I replied, turning to face the door, to give the maid the full benefit of my naked body.
The woman was probably no more than in her early twenties, with the dark hair and skin of one of the many immigrants from countries south of the USA, and as she realised I was undressed, her face took on a look of surprise and horror.
"Oh! I'm so sorry. Sorry, I'll come back later," she mumbled, and turned to leave, but it seemed to me, not before she'd hesitated enough to get a good look at what I had on show.
"No, that's alright ..." I tried to say, but she had already closed the door.
Still, not too bad a start! I just loved the expressions on people's faces when they unexpectedly saw my tits and my pussy revealed in front of them. Perhaps a bit of shopping, first? There were bound to be some lovely shops, and a whole new set of sales assistants who wouldn't recognise me, and know what I was going to get up to.
Well, after I'd got dressed and taken a cab to one of the main shopping malls, I found that there certainly were plenty of shops with all the latest designer clothes, but they were so much bigger than at home. There were more changing rooms, but they all seemed to open only on to corridors off the sales floor, and most had solid doors. I did buy some nice things, but apart from flashing a tit or two at other women, it was frustratingly poor for my exhibitionist side.
When I went past a beauty salon, I remembered that it was about time my pussy got waxed again, and the thought of a strange woman playing with it set it tingling immediately. To my surprise, I managed to get a slot straightaway. Maybe with being such a windy city, it's also a hairy one as well?
It was a glorious feeling to get on the couch, pull everything up, and show my cunt to a woman old enough to be my mother.
"Are you sure you need waxing?" she asked, as she ran her fingers over my pubes, "it still feels pretty slick to me."
The way I'd started leaking as she touched me, it was going to feel a lot slicker if she wasn't careful.
"Yes, I just need it to be perfect. My husband's coming over with six of his buddies tonight, and it would be so embarrassing if one of them commented about my stubble when they fuck me," I replied, lying, but wishing I wasn't, and enjoying the scandalised look on her face.
In the end, she cleaned me up, and she did a top-class job of it, trimming my tight little bush, and leaving everything else smooth, without a lot of pain given how smooth I was to start with. I loved the touch of her hands as she pulled my pussy lips around, and rubbed around my asshole to check that she hadn't missed anything. I was tempted to ask her if she'd get me off. I mean, surely women who do this for living can't be immune to the attraction of another woman's vulva, can they? But she gave me a stern loom when she noticed how wet my slit had become, so I chickened out. Damn.
I had yet more frustration when I went back to the hotel and found that the room had been serviced, so I couldn't even catch that maid again. My cunt was itching and tingling as if it had been bitten all over by mosquitoes, and those big windows drew me back again. I undressed, and pressed myself against the glass, which was now warm with the sun shining on it.
I pulled myself open with one hand, and bent backwards, sliding the slippery flesh inside my gash over the heat of the window, making little squealing noises, and leaving a wet streak of my cum down the shiny surface of the glass. The other arm I waved backwards and forwards, close to the class, hoping to attract attention. Oh yes, I wanted all of those workers to spot me there, then look over as see my open cunt pressed against the window for their inspection.
When I thought I'd got as many watching me as I could, I moved my waving arm down and pulled a tit up to my mouth. I sucked hard on my nipple, then pressed back against the window, holding my breast in place. I moved my arm down further and started playing with my clit, using my fingers on it, then putting a finger on each side, rubbing the stiff, tingling nub against the hot glass. All the time, I tried to keep my lips wide open, so that anyone with good eyesight, and better still binoculars, could see up my open hole.
God, it was good: the heat from the glass against my flesh, almost too hot to bear, my nipple in my mouth, and my fingers in my cunt. I made it last as long as I could, holding myself on the edge, imagining the people in the offices taking bets with each other when I was going to come.
You'd have thought I'd have won had I been there, but you'd have been wrong. It took me totally by surprise when I came, and I banged my forehead against the glass as the intense feelings of ecstasy gripped my cunt, making me bend, my clit trying to escape the torture from the glass and my fingers,
Shit, felt my legs buckle, and I slid down the window, ending on my knees, my face against the top of a long streak of cum down the glass. It took me ages to recover enough to stand again. My first idea was to clean off the window, but then I thought how much more fun it would be for the hotel cleaner to work out how the dried-up mess got there.
However much I enjoyed coming like that, I hadn't completely got rid of my frustration, longing for a closer interaction, with more shock and surprise than when I flashed than the woman who waxed me. Still, I wasn't going to give up. I discovered that the room provided white towelling robes for use to get to the pool or spa, and matching slippers, so I took off my clothes, put on the robe and slippers, wrapped a towel over my arm, and set off to explore the hotel.
I mean, the robe just had a simple tie, so I could hardly be blamed if it came a bit loose, and bits of me popped into view, could I? Well, maybe I should have had a swimsuit underneath if I was going to the pool, but given it was on the ground floor, I thought I'd give that a miss. The good thing was that I found I could just wander along the corridor, and when I heard the elevator or a room door opening, I just had to walk towards it, and I managed a couple of good tit flashes, loving the shocked expression on the faces of the people who saw it.
However, it still wasn't quite doing it for me. I went back to the room for a pee, and then I saw a message from Bill, saying that he was going for an early dinner with the clients, so I should get myself something at the hotel. Shit, I was looking forward to getting fucked against the window again before a nice dinner with Bill in the smart restaurant at the hotel, but now it seemed I'd be on my own.
