It is barely nine in the morning but it is already hot. No humidity, hot and baking - like an oven. High on the penthouse of a luxury hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada, there are no bird calls or buzzing insects, only the distant roar of traffic and the rumble of huge air conditioners laboring to chill the vast glass expanses of hotels and casinos to nipple-stiffening frostiness.
Normally I would have a hot coffee to start my day, but in the desert like this an iced coffee is a much better option. Maybe I will venture into the sun to even out my farmer's tan later, but for now I am happy to take a chaise lounge in the shade of a vine-covered pergola and look down on the city below. A small pair of opera glasses and a discreet glass bottle of oil on a side table is a reminder of last night's voyeurism.
An adult entertainment awards ceremony is in town this week, so no fewer than six hotel rooms facing my building had open curtains, production lights, and/or live cam streams as couples and groups sucked, fucked, and frolicked with collaborators. What had really put me over the edge last night was a particularly petite woman with dark SE asian features riding cowgirl on the long black cock of a faceless lover while two women on either side licked her tiny dark nipples and played with her stretched out pussy. I even imagined I could hear her moans, despite the hundred or more meters between the buildings.
I take the glasses and scan the neighboring building. In the glare of daylight, most windows were like mirrors, nothing visible inside. But there is penthouse like mine about 30 meters lower, giving me a fine view into the private pool area and veranda. I generally don't peep on people just sunbathing, even if they are nude and attractive. People deserve to be nude and get a complete tan without being completely sexualized.
I spy a beautiful curvy Latina with medium length dark brown hair, face down on a chaise lounge by the pool. No strings or straps obstruct her bare back, her ample breasts are almost spilling out to the side. Her ass is facing me, so I get a good look at her bare bottom. "Good for you babe, enjoy that sun on your full moon," I think, sipping my coffee.
I pan around the other balconies, no one else around. Either not yet awake, already off to shop the outlets or gamble, or just hiding from the sun. Another minute or so passes, and a man comes out onto the rooftop. He has dark hair, longer on top and swept back, it looks wet, as if from a shower. He has broad shoulders, a light stubble beard, and is just wrapped in a towel.
"Hmmmm, this could get more interesting," My cock twitches a little as it lays beneath a light, linen robe, and my hand drifts towards my stirring groin.
He sits down on the edge of her lounge chair and leans in for a kiss. They embrace and his hand slides to her bottom. She hands him a bottle of oil and rests her head back down on the pillow. He brushes her hair away from her neck and starts to rub in a fresh layer, her skin gleaming in the sun. His hands linger between her thighs, causing her to arch her back and spread her legs wider. I can just see him sliding a finger or two in her smooth pussy, and I love seeing her toes curl and stretch in response. He moves down to the back of her legs and down to her feet. She rolls on her side and I can finally admire her magnificent breasts with wide areolae.
She beckons him back to her mouth, giving him a "come hither" gesture with her index finger. She pulls on his towel as they kiss, and it finally collapses to the ground as she positions him in front of her. He has muscular legs and a fine thick cock that she promptly grasps and brings to her mouth. They pause to raise the back of the lounge chair so she can suck him easier, and I take the opportunity to untie my robe and pour an ample amount of scented oil on my own erect 14 cm shaft and begin to stroke. I haven't decided whether to rub one out, or edge and save my cum for a bigger load this evening.
She resumes sucking him, taking his whole length in her mouth. She plays with his balls as I play with mine, rolling them around her talented fingers. She is laying on her side like a Renaissance painting, her big breasts jigging with each stroke as she spreads her legs and fingers herself, strumming the lips of her smooth pink pussy.
They stop abruptly and he says something to her. She nods her head and he goes inside - his cock stiffly leading the way. She lays back and smiles, continuing to finger and stroke herself. Without a cock in her mouth or his body blocking the view, she could possibly see me. I wonder if the sun is glinting off my lenses, but even if she suspects she's being watched she doesn't seem to mind. Quite the opposite, she spreads her legs wider and smiles, burying several fingers in her wet folds.
I think I know what they are up to, and I have an idea. I dash to the kitchen, my own dick solidly erect and my robe flapping pointlessly about. I retrieve my phone from the counter. I had been judiciously ignoring it, but now I have a use for it.
I return, and as I expected, so has he. The man has brought out a tripod and a ring light. He is setting up to record, and so will I. I shed my robe and tidy the area around my lounge chair. I let down my shoulder-length dark hair and prop my phone on a side table, setting it to record. I sit back down and narrate a brief intro, while stroking myself back to full erection. I look back through the glasses. He has his towel back on and they are retracing their steps. I admire her body in all her oily, full-frontal glory, as she sucks him and plays with herself while he plays with her gleaming tits.
I too am playing with myself, pacing my breathing to keep from blowing it. Just stroking base to head, twist some to the left and to the right. Roll my balls between my fingers, showing the camera how full my sack is. They play for a while. Her lavishing attention on every inch of him, and I think she's come at least once playing with herself.
Eventually they move the lounge chair a little and she kneels on it - face down, big beautiful ass up. They are both facing me now, so I have a good view of their facial expressions, but less of the actual penetration. I narrate the action as he slides his thick shaft up and down her smooth lips, entering her from behind. As he thrusts and she bucks back into him, I find it harder to pace my own stroking. I pause to show the bead of precum that has built up at the tip of my penis, and bring it to my mouth to taste dramatically. She is up on her elbows in doggy style, her big breasts swinging beneath her. And I think he might be teasing her asshole with his thumb. I can't take much more stimulation, and neither can he.
He pulls out and she scrambles to her knees in front of him. She laps at the tip as he strokes himself vigorously. I'm tempted to give them a standing ovation, but I am mindful of my own video. I suspect he's coming soon, all over her gorgeous full tits and waiting lips. I let loose myself, groaning deeply and spurting two good loads up the air and onto my chest and stomach, a few more globs appear at the tip and puddle at the base of my shaft.
I make a show of licking up the most of the mess. I figure it's only fair, given how much I love to see a lady swallow. And it makes clean up easier. As the first woman that ever sucked my cock told me, "See, no mess."
I sigh and lay back, contented. I look again with the glasses, and they are cleaning themselves up. I have to see if I can figure out who they are. At least they deserve to know how much I appreciated their performance, and I certainly would not mind co-starring in their next recording.
***
Even in the era of almost instant image sharing, I figure it will be a little while before they manage to post any teasers about this on their social media channels. So I take a nice cool shower and order a healthy breakfast with a lot of coconut milk and pineapple. I'm not worried that summing this morning might hurt my performance later, in fact, it just tends to prime my horniness pump.
I edit my own video and take care of some business, then after lunch I start looking. Big awards events and ceremonies usually come with their own hashtags, so it isn't hard to find a bunch of adult talent already posting. Then a quick skim of nominees reveals what I am looking for - Gloria and Miguel. I subscribe to her OnlyFans and my cock twitches at the closeups of her beautiful ass, boudoir shoots in lace and heels, threesomes with other buxom Latinas, juicy creampies, and messy facials. But no video from a Vegas rooftop. Yet.
Of course there is an automated welcome email and a menu of options including a cock rating. I never send an unsolicited dick pic, but this is a perfect way to introduce myself to this tantalizing MILF. I upload my video.
"Hola Mamacita. My name is David, and like King David, I enjoy looking at beautiful women on other rooftops. Here is a video of me stroking myself to a video you haven't even released yet. I believe you are in Vegas right now, and I hope you'll have a chance to at least watch this before your awards ceremony."
I walk out to the balcony and take a peek at the penthouse across the way. No one is outside. But it seems maybe there is movement inside. The windows are now in the shade, allowing a little better view into the windows.
I settle on to the chaise lounge with the opera glasses and my phone to see if my message prompts a response. A some minutes later "Gloria is typing..." My heart and dick skip a beat, a smile begins to form on my face in anticipation.
