A little background: I didn't realize how sexy it could be to be looked at or watched. Like most girls I know, I was always careful, when wearing skirts to sit lady like and keep myself properly concealed. Sure I like it when guys look at me appreciatively. Who doesn't, but I was not an exhibitionist, other than wearing a two piece swimsuit when at the beach.
This all changed a couple years ago while I was on a business trip out of town. I got back to the hotel after meeting with my contacts all day long and had to recap with my boss back home in preparation for the next day. I had just finished a video conference with my colleagues back home and needed a short nap before going out to find some food for dinner. A little tension relief was in order too; and so, sprawled on my motel bed, my hand snaked down the front of my pants for an excursion. My release was just what the doctor ordered.
Just as I was coming down from my high, I thought I saw a shadow move across my window. I jerked my hand out of my pants, thinking someone had seen me through the small gap in the curtains. I felt very embarrassed that the curtains were not fully closed and I leaped up to see if someone really had been there. To my relief, when I looked out the window, I didn't see anyone and I chalked it up to a cloud passing overhead, blocking the moon.
I laid back down on my bed and drifted into a nap. About thirty minutes later I woke to the alarm I had set on my phone. As I opened my eyes and lifted my head, I caught another shadow darting across my window. Again, looking out into the night, I saw nothing.
I went into the bathroom and splashed water on my face and freshened up so I could get some dinner. I decided to just eat in the motel restaurant because I was worn out from my long day and didn't feel like venturing out further. My meal was satisfying and with a full stomach, some of my weariness had gone away. I decided that twenty minutes in the motel gym would be a good idea before I went to bed.
Back in my room, I opened my suitcase and pulled out some gym clothes to change into. I went to the window and pulled the curtains closed; but, no matter how hard I tried there was still a slight gap between them that I couldn't close. I turned away from the window and pulled my shirt off and then opened my pants and pushed them down off my hips and stepped out of them. As I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the bed, I looked at myself in the mirror. That is when, once again, looking into the mirror I saw movement behind me at the window.
I doused the lights in the room and tried to see out the window again and once more saw nothing. The moon was full and bright overhead as I looked out across the grass behind the motel. I went back to the bed and picked up my gym clothes. I put on my athletic bra and pulled on shorts over my bikini panties, grabbed my room key and went to the gym.
My workout felt good; but, as I peddled the elliptical, my thoughts went back to the mysterious shadow at my window. Nearing the end of my workout, an idea occurred to me. My company had given me a remote webcam for my laptop so I could conference with them.
When I got back to the room, I looked out the window and saw nothing moving; so, I carefully set up the webcam at the corner of the window looking outside and I pulled the curtains as far closed as I could. Then I laid face down on my bed with my computer and started going through some emails I needed to catch up with. The computer was angled so the screen could not be seen from the window and I kept a small window open in the lower corner of the screen where I could monitor what the camera might see outside.
I finished all my email about an hour later and had seen absolutely nothing in the webcam. I figured I must have just seen cloud shadows earlier. I let my guard down slightly and turned on the TV. I had pretty much forgotten the webcam was still watching vigilantly out my window as I flipped channels. Quickly bored by the television fare, I checked out what movies were playing in the room for a fee.
Now, I'm not a watcher of pornography (or I wasn't back then). But as I looked through the categories of movies, the adult section caught my curiosity. I flipped to the list of adult movies, not wanting to watch one but curious about what kind of movies there were that people evidently watched in motels. I laughed out loud at some of the titles; they seemed so absurd. But one about cougar women seducing young men kind of caught my attention and I watched the short "R" rated trailer for the movie.
I wasn't about to let an adult movie surcharge show up on my motel bill for my company accountant to see, so it was easy to resist the slight temptation I had to actually watch the movie. I decided I should turn in for the night so I would be rested for the next day's meetings. I turned off the television and stood up off the bed. I have always slept in the nude and so thought nothing of it as I shed my athletic bra that was binding me uncomfortably by then anyway. I hooked my thumbs in my gym shorts and panties and pushed them down all at once, barring myself to my empty room.
As I said, I had forgotten my camera was still guarding over me, monitoring the outside of my window. The brief indulgence I had with the pornographic movie titles had started a tingle down below and as my shorts and panties hit the floor, my hand cupped my breast and my other hand slipped down to sample my slit. My erect nipple pressed my palm and my palm caressed back delicately. I was not surprised to find a familiar slipperiness between my lips and I gasps slightly as my finger explored my familiar territory.
