The hotel room was on the 26th floor the first night I arrived in New York City. Checking in was fast and the lobby moved with workers and hotel personnel as smoothly as a well oiled machine. The elevator took me up to my floor and opened. "Then turn right and go three doors to your left to your room, 679." The gentleman at the front desk was a breath of fresh air compared to the scum that dropped me off in the taxi. I walked one... two... three doors to my left and saw the gold scrawled '679' on the door.
The room was spacious enough for one and the fruit basket was much appreciated, but I was only interested in one thing- the view. The entire wall before me was made up of four windows, ceiling to floor and motorized maroon drapes that covered them, because twenty feet from the window was another building with huge windows. I opened the drapes and peered out to the apartments next to me. Most of the windows were covered and a few were opened, but it was very still where you could see inside.
I placed my hands on the glass and looked at all the possibilities. There are thousands of telescopes sold every day in New York City everyday. I'll bet money and blood that these people aren't out for bird watching, especially since the only birds that live in this city are evil pigeons that have no self respect.
Through the dark night, a movement caught the corner of my eye and that's where I saw him. Twenty fourth floor, fifth window to the left. He opened his curtains and leaned on the sill, looking down upon the ants below. His short military cut hair went well with his face handsome and hard, which went incredibly well with his naked upper body which greeted me without a care. I froze in a grin and instantly knew he was the one I wanted.
His careless gaze swept the building and when he saw me, he stopped. He smiled. Through the haze of the streetlights, my mystery man straightened his body and I saw the towel slung around his sculpted hips. He must have just taken a shower. I could picture the dimly lit bathroom and his body hiding behind the curtain, his silhouette as he lets the water run over his muscles after a hard day at work. Just thinking about his body that I'm teased with from across the street quickened my breaths and tightened my stomach muscles.
When I answered his smile with one of my own, I took my shirt off over my head and tossed it into oblivion behind me. In my bra and black miniskirt, I stared back at him with mischief in my eyes. His reaction was shock as I saw by his raised eyebrows, but pleasure when the smile curled once again over his face. He looked to the left and to the right to see if anyone was watching, then it turned to desire. I could see the blood in his veins rush with lust from my window and my nipples filled with the same rush. He leaned his back against to window will and crossed his arms as if telling me to continue, I needed no more encouragement.
My skirt was ripped off without a thought and my bra unclasped and tossed aside. When I reached for my panties, I hooked my thumbs on the sides and let them rest. The man cocked his head to the side and I shook my head. Now it was his turn. My breasts were exposed to the entire building and I felt the excitement of someone watching me run down my body as if someone's eyes I couldn't see were already drenching me in their sight and pool in my panties I still had on. I mouthed to him in my drunken state, "You first", and he looked slightly shocked. I smiled and that smile unlocked the doubt in his mind. He took that gaze, the eyes that burns me deep and makes my heart weep to not see the color of them, and swept the building to the left, and to the right. Just to make sure that no one but myself is watching him. His fingers took hold of the towel and he undid the twist resting on his hip. With a smug look pressed to his face, he slowly pulled the towel from around his body and threw it behind him.
