Room with a View

Even as I walked the last few feet to my room, I knew all really wanted to do was collapse on the bed. I'd been on the go for nearly fourteen hours between work and traveling. I had asked for and got my room early, which meant a some sleep as far as I was concerned, before turning up for cocktails, and more glad handing tonight. I waved the plastic card at the door, saw the light go green, and opened it.

For a moment, I thought I was in the usual, generic room. A so-so print on the wall, the usual drab paint, but I saw it first. It was looking me right in the face. A huge window, was on one wall, in fact as I walked closer, dropping my bag, the window was the wall, looking out on the world. Without realizing it I had my nose pressed to the glass, eyes staring down at the traffic below, watching the pedestrians, and then up and across towards the other buildings on the street. More hotels, their windows black in the early morning sun. For a moment, I just stared, and then felt the wave of tiredness come over me, stronger than my desire at that moment. I turned and fell across the bed kicking off my shoes as my feet came up, and without really trying fell sound asleep on top of the comforter and sheets.

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When I awoke, it was to the insistent ringing of my phone. It seemed to be coming from inside me, and it took me a moment to realize that it was in the inside pocket of my jacket, and I was, laying on it. I knew the ring, I'd customized it myself. Anyone else I would have ignored.

"Yeah love" I said as I picked up. mumbling sorry at her as I rolled over on the bed.

I got the immediate blast of concern. "Are you OK? You didn't call when you got to the hotel. I did call them and they said you had checked in, and they said they had called the room, but you never answered. They wouldn't give me the room number. How silly is that," she asked?

I knew why they didn't give out personal details over the phone to people. I knew she knew too, but that wasn't important right now. I decided to try and forestall the next outflow of words. "Again. Sorry love, fell on the bed, almost as soon as I hit the room, and then it was lights out, I'm afraid. I'm still in my jacket. Never even took it off. My shoes fell on the floor when I went horizontal. I am however, fine, and I am glad you called. Not sure how long I would have slept if you hadn't woken me."

She giggled in my ear. "I checked you still have about three hours before you are due downstairs with those awful clients of yours." There was a moments silence. "How bad are they?'

"About the usual, they want the world but don't want to pay for it".

There was silence at the end of the line and I wondered briefly if we had been disconnected and then my wife said, "Almost as soon..........." and her voice trailed off. My wife knew me too well I thought. I had mentioned the window hadn't I.

"The window here is the wall, looking right out onto the street. I'm twenty floors up, and I can see across the street, into other hotel rooms, it rather got my attention until my body decided it was lights out time." I pulled myself upright, and moved to stand beside it.

"Oh really" she said. I could hear the wheels turning in her mind. This, was why we gelled. She understood my needs, and I understood hers.

"What about now" she breathed into my ear?

It was, I thought a silly question. when my wife took that tone it usually got a pretty quick reaction. I could feel my penis already rising inside my shorts, the desire, the need to draw the drapes further aside, look out over the cars and catch glimpses of the people in the other rooms. See them across that void of space and darkness. Will them to look in my direction, and watch as I slowly stroked my cock. I loved it! It was not my wife's thing. She liked to be watched when she played with herself, but she only wanted me to see her. And for a brief moment I wondered how often I had stood at the end of a bed, watching her. That was her thing. Well one them, at least.

With a start I realized that dusk had fallen, the lights were coming on in the hotels opposite. I dropped the jacket onto the bed and pulled the remainder of the curtain across, opening it to the darkening sky. I found the light switches for the twin tiny bulbs, either side of the bed and turned them on and returned to the glass. I began pulling on my tie but my wifes cool voice said, "What are you doing right now, boy?"

My hand stopped in removing the tie. "I took off my jacket, about to take off my tie."

"I called you on the chat app, turn on your camera, and put the phone where I can see you," she said, and then almost as an after thought, "and the window."

I put my phone into a plastic clear case I carried, and hung it off a lanyard on one corner of the window frame, and stepped away from it, but not before I'd popped my ear buds in, that i kept in the case, so I could still hear her. The screen was one of the largest you could get, so i could see her, as well as the street and building outside. She was in her exercise gear I saw. A huge baggy shirt, and leggings. Her feet I guessed were probably bare. I moved away from the phone.

"Thats far enough" On the screen i watched as she reached up and pulled the baggy shirt off revealing her pink bra beneath. She dropped it to the floor. I took off my tie and began unbuttoning my shirt. "Slowly, lover," she said. I tried to slow down, and watched her as she sat on our dining table, her back leaning against the kitchen window. I was guessing her phone was propped against the coffee maker, but I could clearly see her, with her legs open, her fingers running up the inside of her thighs, watching me undress. I dropped the shirt to the bed, and then unfastened my pants, pushing them and my boxers off together.

"Get your present from this morning," she said. I reached down to my trouser pocket and retrieved her panties. The ones she had been wearing the morning before my flight, the pale pink pair that matched her bra, that I had fucked her in. I put them on my face, slowly licking them, her scent still heavy on the material. On the screen, her fingers were pressing down along her slit. I could clearly make out the spot that was forming there as my nose pressed harder into her panties.

She pulled her leggings slowly over her thighs, and calves, as I smelt her, and stroked myself with the other, just watching her. She had no taste for being watched but she knew I liked it. Her back moved back to the kitchen window, no one would see in with the blinds drawn like that. She wore no panties now. Now her fingers were on her clit slowly moving over it, occasionally a finger would move inside her. I watched as her movements became a little more frantic, and I dropped her panties to my cock and I began to stroke myself, covering my shaft in what remained of her need, as it was on my face and tongue now.

"I wish," she breathed, "that your cock wasn't, so far away, because I want it right now. but first, I would want you to eat my cunt, here on our table, and make me cum all over your face." Her finger began to move faster, her chest beginning to heave, "and then I'd let you fuck my tight pussy until you came inside me. Show me you miss me," and then she began to moan as her orgasm hit, and the smile told me that she had blossomed over her face.

I transferred the panties to my cock, rubbing the smooth material, from tip to base, the lace edges catching the sensitive head of my cock as I gripped myself tightly, stroking backwards and forwards. Even as she came, I could feel my own building and I glanced sideways out into the world. The cars and people below, but across the way I saw the lights that had come on in hotel rooms in the other buildings, and the rush became a roar as I saw the people walking, unpacking, glancing out of their windows across the street. Looking, but not really seeing as I stroked faster and faster, and above it all I heard her voice. "Come on, lover. I know you love fucking my cunt. You know how often I need you inside me, opening me up and thrusting deep inside me. If you were here right now I wouldn't let you off me, because I'd want that lovely hard cock to fill my pussy"

She broke off as another orgasm broke off over her. I remembered the last night we had been at dinner together, she had dripped onto the table and I had lapped her up. Her cunt was dripping onto the table, and my tongue involuntarily licked my lips.

"I fucking what your cunt, " I almost screamed, my hand moving faster over myself, feeling the roughness of my hands under the sheer material, faster and faster, the window never far from my mind, but my consciousness totally on her hands and face as she came on the table. God, but I loved watching this woman, knowing she was mine. I wanted her so badly right now, and then I came, the wave of it making my knees buckle, and my body bend forward, and I heard her strangled, "yes" as she came again. Holding my cock, skin stretched tight I pumped my seed out onto the carpet of the room, in full view of my neighbors.

I leaned on the cold glass, gasping, looking up at my wife, and her smiling face as she slid herself off the table, closer to the camera, her face filling the screen. "Now," she said. "You have approximately two hours and twenty five minutes to get yourself down stairs. Wash, shave, change clothes." She gave me a smile, "and when you go to your toilet bag to wash your face, you'll find another present waiting for you. I didn't want you to forget me, so you can take those to dinner with you, and use the ones in your hand when you wish me good night later."

"You think, I'll be ready again in about four hours then, do you?" I asked with a wicked grin.

She gave me a little smile in return. " I know full well that your cock, will be ready to go again in about forty minutes. That's why you have a fresh pair of my panties, because by the time your meetings wrap up, you will be more than ready. And I know going to sleep with an erection will mean you won't sleep. So, I'll be in bed too, and i think tonight, we'll link our toys, because I know how my rabbit moves when you are so hot for me, and I want that tonight."

She blew me a kiss goodbye, and I stood for the moment by the window and looked out for a moment before going to my case and pulling out another shirt, and suit, located the iron and board, and pulled out the toy, put it in on charge, and same with the phone. As I set up the board I looked out, through the window into the void. Yes, I liked to be watched, to feel the possibility of being watched was probably a better description. But while it was exciting for the possibility to exist, I knew that it was always her eyes I wanted the most. I took a brief moment to look out into the void, and then, I pulled the curtain closed.