It's been a long day of travel. All you want to do is take a nice hot shower and go to bed. Entering the room of the hotel, you leave your bag by the closet and drop your keys on the dresser. As you walk over to the sliding glass doors to close the drapes, some movement across the courtyard catches your eye.
You look and your eyes go wide. In the room directly across from you stands a woman wearing nothing but a cell phone headset! She's pacing back and forth, obviously talking to someone. She stops in front of the window, engrossed in her conversation. You stand mesmerized, watching as she raises her hands to her breasts. Gripping them. Kneading them. Pulling on her nipples. Her eyes are closed and from the expression on her face, you know she is enjoying herself. You see her lips move but can only imagine what sound comes out.
The shower can wait, you say to yourself, pulling the chair from the desk over to the doors.
Time passes and soon her hands slip down to the dark brown patch between her legs. The fingers of her hand slipping between, rhythmically moving back and forth. Her hips starting to thrust against her hand. Her eyes closed. Yours wide open.
Finding it getting warm in the room and your clothes getting a bit uncomfortable, you strip, all the while watching the show across the courtyard. When you sit back down, you start to stroke your penis to bring it to full engorgement.
By now, she is rapidly moving her index finger across her clit. The other hand holding her lips open to allow her full access.
You start to stroke faster, moving a hand down to play with your balls. Gently massaging them. Leaning forward. Sitting on the edge of your seat. Watching her play with herself.
She is standing still now. Legs spread, her finger going faster and faster. Her breasts are squeezed between her arms, framing them. Head thrown back. Suddenly you see her thrusting wildly. You know she's had an orgasm. You are nearly there yourself.
Her tension released, she opens her eyes, says something, and takes her headset off. Walking to the doors she reaches for the drapes to close them and pauses -- staring out them directly at you. She's seen you. Seen you playing with yourself. She comes closer. Watching you. Watching what you are doing. The forbiddenness of it all is too much and you cum. The sticky fluid hitting the doors and slowly making its way to the floor.
