Edited to correct some careless mistakes of spelling and grammar. I also made some changes to the content that I feel improves the flow and content of the story.
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I stood with my eyes closed as my chilled body absorbed the heat from the shower's almost too hot flow. Hotel conference rooms are always so damned cold. I have never done well at these obligatory conferences. Dressed in my usual suit and tie keeps me semi-comfortable for 2 hours. The surrounding refrigerated air then saps enough heat through the layers of clothing during the next two hours that I have become distinctly uncomfortable and barely able to concentrate on the lectures. Thank god for breaks and for the unlimited supply of hot coffee. That is the only thing that gets me through the last two hours of presentations.
Hotels blessedly have unlimited supplies of hot water. I have finally thawed. My shoulders and arms have finally relaxed. I mindlessly continue with the routine of shampooing, washing and luxuriating in the large rainfall pouring over my body from the obscenely wasteful shower head.
I chuckle to myself as I dry my very relaxed and warmed body. The bathroom is a cloud of steam. I look up to see a blurred image of myself in the fogged mirror.
The room is warm. It has reached the 76 degrees I set upon entering. Nice and toasty. The large mirror over the dresser reflects the nude image of a 6'2", broad shouldered, narrow hipped and flat bellied male with blond wavy hair combed straight back, still wet from the styling gel applied in my obsessive desire of order and calm. It is trimmed so as to slightly cover my ears and would halfway cover a shirt collar if I were wearing a shirt.
My cock rests against my balls which hang in a loosely wrinkled and soft scrotal sack, the result and aftermath of the prolonged almost scalding shower. My balls churn and move spontaneously as I admire my lovely penis. I like looking at my dick. It is a beautiful dick even if I do say so myself.
A smile crosses my face as I take the soft shaft in my hand and feel the weight of the warmed heavy flesh. Prior to the rejuvenating heat of my just completed shower, the bathroom mirror reflected a much-diminished appendage. The cold of the conference room had shrunken my member into a withered and hidden smidgen inside my foreskin with a scrotum so shriveled and shrunken that it pulled my balls tightly against my shaft to the point of almost disappearing. It always amazes me that my cock can appear so small when my body is chilled, be a heavy handful with loose hanging balls in its unexcited state when in a warm cozy environment, and then grow to a very respectable six- and one-half inches when fully engorged and erect. Umm.
The shape of my glans and its coronal ridge is clearly demarcated and visible through the thin sheath of a very lightly veined foreskin. A gentle pull and the sheath stretches and slides back over the full glans of my cock into the groove between the rounded coronal rim and the warm flesh of the shaft. I knew from extensive experience that it would remain there in its groove unless and until I encouraged it to sweep back over the purple tissue of its head.
Yes. I have a beautiful cock with lovely veins that stand out on my very generous shaft. I enjoy watching myself fondle the turgid flesh that hangs and lives contentedly between my legs.
Darkness falls early in January in the desert. Aria's curved tower is a patchwork of light in the darkening sky. My suite is mid-way down the hallway on the twentieth floor of the short wing adjacent to the main wing. The main wing towers above my room. I stand in front of my room's wall to wall, floor to ceiling windows. I don't think anyone can see me in the darkened room. The only light emanates from the open door of the large bathroom behind me. I suspect if anyone can see me, it is only in silhouette. Just the same, I feel exhilarated at my exposure to the expanse of windows across the way. My cock is half engorged. It lolls heavily as I spread my knees, it rolls off my balls and comes to rest against my right thigh.
The Deluxe Suite's two large armless easy-chairs are arranged in front of the expanse of glass. Binoculars are propped against the decorative pillows on the right-hand chair. The arrangement looks somewhat like a double backed love seat. The setup looks quite comfortable. It is very comfortable I decide as my naked form nestles and settles into the plush cushions.
I adjust and lean against the pillows with my legs stretched comfortably across the smooth soft fabric. My cock continues to engorge, swell and lengthen at the thought of my nakedness on display before so many potential eyes. I start to peruse the windows across the way with the binoculars pressed lightly against my eyes. The expensive wide aperture lenses efficiently gather and focus even meager sources of light. The interiors of the dimly illuminated rooms are clear and distinct to my augmented view.
Will there be anyone worthwhile watching this evening? I expectantly hope so. There are usually multiple opportunities to view interesting subjects. People in Vegas tend to leave their curtains open and exhibit a penchant for daring and deliberate exhibitionism. Not all are overt mind you, but present nonetheless. A "What the hell, if I'm seen, I'm seen" type of attitude. Some are overt acts much like mine. They don't merely want to be seen, they want to feel the vulnerability, the danger and intense sexual rush of illicit exposure. They want to perform. They want their private parts and private acts to be seen. I very much like to watch but I also very much like, want and desire to feel eyes exploring my exposed body.
A couple of floors up, I spot a young woman exiting her bathroom drying her hair. Her small naked breasts jiggle on her chest as she rubs her short dark hair with the towel. She realizes the curtains are open. She covers her chest with the towel and moves toward the window and reaches for the draw cord for the curtains. She hesitates, the triangular dark thatch of pubic hair is starkly outlined by the lightness of the surrounding and very naked flesh. Surprisingly, she lets the towel fall to the floor and drops her arms to her sides. I realize I'm holding my breath mesmerized as she stands there, fully exposed. Her hands slowly move hypnotically up and down her thighs. She seems to tentatively touch the dark thatch between her legs and then slowly runs her hands up over her sides to cup and fondle her breasts. She stretches her arms above her head a performs a slow pirouette revealing a smooth firm bum with a dark smooth valley between its two cheeks. She is posing. I take a deep breath as she draws the curtains and blocks her tantalizing form from my sight.
"Wow," I murmur to myself.
I worked my way down to a suite that is opposite my mine on the same level. The curtains are open and to my surprise, there is a man lying on the bed with his upper torso slightly propped up on pillows. He is nude except for what looks like a blindfold. He has an erection which is bobbing up and down on his lower abdomen.
"Whoa, What the fuck?" I hear myself whisper.
The bobbing cock settles on his stomach. He takes it in his right hand and slowly strokes its length three times and quickly lets it go. The stiff member bobs again, each beat a bit slower until it is again resting quietly on his stomach. I imagine the glistening reflection of pre-cum spilling from his turgid member. He repeats the strokes with the same jerking effect.
"He's edging!" I exclaim out loud to myself as I feel my cock stiffen between my legs. "Fuck, that looks good. Keep going man," I encourage as I intently stare.
I swing the glasses to the right to see if he is a lone occupant of the suite. The room is dimly lit, but I see someone situated such as I am. The person is holding binoculars and the binoculars seem to be pointed at me. My cock twitches, flops, extends and rapidly achieves its full erect length. I am exposed. I am being observed. I nervously touch myself hoping my nakedness is seen.
My friend across the way lowers the binoculars to reveal a feminine face framed by short, strait dark hair. She lays the binoculars on the chair and stands. Long legs, round firm bottom, flat tummy and perky breasts bounce with each step as she strides to the bedroom side of the suite. She stands beside the bed with her head turned down regarding the man's penis. He is stroking his shaft as she watches. Her hand reaches out and firmly pushes his hand away. His cock is bobbing furiously up and down. He must be coming, but I don't see any ejaculate. She must have barely stopped him just before he reached climax. The bobbing subsides and his cock rests quietly, still long and stiff on his abdomen.
The woman reaches between his legs, grasps his balls and pulls them up and away from the base of his cock. She seems to be stretching them tight. His knees in reaction, pull sharply up?
"Ouch," I say and cringe with empathy.
The naked mistress' breasts bob and sway across her chest as her palm spanks the reddening bum below and in her control.
"Ah, discipline," I whisper as my cock twitches with mounting excitement. I admire the couple's naked display.