We hadn't really planned on spending the night, but the party had gone on longer than we expected and neither of us really wanted to drive the two hours back home, so we found a nearby hotel. It was a little on the seedy side, but we weren't feeling picky given our condition. The party had turned out to be more fun than we expected. It was a work party, so neither of us had planned to stay long, but once the drinks started flowing and we found a small group to hang with, we had a good time, and the three hours passed quickly.
Our room was on the second floor, overlooking the parking lot. Access was from a concrete walkway-balcony thing that ran the length of the building and onto which all the doors to the rooms opened. There were lights above each door, but I could see that one was burned out about five doors down. Turned out it was the one above our door. I opened the door, and Debbie followed me in. She dropped onto the one King bed in the middle of the room, arranging the pillows up against the headboard so she could sit up. There was one of those doors on the right wall near our entrance door that connected to the adjoining room. I unlocked the deadbolt and opened it only to see another door locked from inside the other room. I closed and re-locked the door.
"Go grab some ice, babe," Debbie commanded pointing at the ice bucket on the long dresser against the right-hand wall as you walked into the room. She smiled at me as she raised her left knee. She looked good in her tight black dress, stockings, and heels. Especially laying on the bed with that look on her face. She was in that carefree sexy mood she gets into after enough wine.
"Please," she added, sexily twisting her hair around her left finger and dropping her chin to her chest to look at me from the tops of her eyes.
"I knew to get some before you even asked," I replied. Getting ice was always the first thing she did, or asked me to do, whenever we entered a hotel room. She had to have ice water.
I grabbed the bucket, headed out the door and started down the outside walkway to the right of our room to where I thought I remembered passing an ice machine on the way up. There was a big picture window right next to our door, with the air conditioner right below it. As I turned to head for the ice machine, I noticed that only the sheer curtains were drawn and I could easily see through them. Something about looking through them at Debbie laying on our bed really turned me on. Maybe it was the kind of out-of-focus look you got from looking through them, or just the peeping-Tom effect since Debbie was oblivious to me looking in. I enjoyed the view for a few seconds, and then headed down toward the ice machine.
After filling the ice bucket I headed back toward the room. As I came around the corner I saw a couple walking down the hall about ten rooms or so ahead of me. The male half of the couple suddenly stopped, his head turned to look into one of the windows. I took in a quick breath and stopped where I was when I noticed the light above them was burned out. He was looking into our window, and I knew what he was seeing. The woman with him turned to look at what he was staring at, turned quickly back to her man, smacked him lightly on the shoulder shaking her head and pulling him down the hall. He followed but made an exaggerated effort to look around her for one last peek inside our room. I had to laugh a little as I started back down the walkway, wondering exactly what he had seen and getting a little turned on thinking about it.
I'd only made it a few steps when two younger guys stepped out onto the walkway ahead of me from the steps coming up from the parking lot. They were talking and didn't notice me about ten yards behind them. I watched as they got closer to our door under the burned out light. I noticed my breathing getting shallow and my heart pounding with anticipation the closer they got. The guy on the right stopped abruptly and grabbed his buddy's right arm with both hands. He was staring into our window. The guy on the left turned to look at what he was staring at. I ducked into the stairwell they had just come up so they wouldn't see me.
I slowly stuck my head around the corner of the wall at the top of the stairs to see what they were doing. They were both facing the window square-on now, about two feet from it, and watching intently. I wondered what they were seeing. I could hear my heart beat in my ears as blood flow to my crotch accelerated rapidly. I quickly pulled my head back as the guy on the left started to turn to look up the walkway in my direction. I could hear their voices talking quietly but couldn't make out anything they were saying. I peeked again, and they were standing in the same spots, still watching.
I decided there was no point in standing there any longer, and I was dying to know what they were seeing in my room, so I came out of the stairwell walking casually like a guy just getting ice. At first, they didn't notice me at all and remained transfixed on my window. When I was only about two doors down from them, the guy closer to me suddenly turned and saw me. He nudged his buddy, and they tried to casually walk away from me.
I stopped at my door, and looked through the window. Really, nothing much had changed. Debbie was still laying on the bed, back against the pillows in almost a sitting position. She had moved her left leg so that her left foot was resting on her right knee, which she had brought up so her right foot was about a foot from her butt. Then I noticed that you could see the lacey top of her thigh-high stocking on her left leg with her legs positioned as they were, and her dress sliding up her legs. She did look really good. I didn't blame them for staring. As light as it was inside the room, and as dark as it was under our burned-out light, it was like watching a big screen TV. Maybe that was why it was such a turn-on.
I slid the key card in, and glanced down the walkway in the direction of the two guys to catch them looking back at me. I gave them a friendly nod, and opened the door. They seemed a bit embarrassed when I acknowledged them, but they looked like nice guys, probably late twenties. I felt a little sorry for them. They quickly opened the door to their room and stepped inside. Turns out they were in the room right next to us. I walked inside our room.
I sat the ice bucket down on the dresser, grabbed one of the plastic cups, filled it with ice, and went to the sink to top it off with water. I handed it to Debbie.
"Mmmm, thanks babe," she purred at me. She was in a good mood, and I knew I was in for a fun night.
I glanced over at our window. The thin white curtains and the darkness outside made it just appear black from inside the room. The heavier curtains were drawn back to each side.
"You look great laying there like that. I'm gonna get some pictures," I told Debbie.
"I figured you might," she replied. Taking sexy pictures of Debbie is one of my favorite things to do, and hotels are always great because you get a completely new setting in which to take them. I pulled my camera from its case, popped off the lens cap and turned it on. I stood near the door, getting a shot toward the bed at about a forty-five degree angle. It put Debbie's legs in the foreground, and I got just a little hint of a view up under her dress when I squatted down. It looked hot.
Debbie held her cup of water in her left hand, her wrist resting on her left knee, she twirled her hair around the finger of her right hand, and then slowly moved her right hand down her neck and into her cleavage, and then very lightly across her right breast to rest on the bed.
I sat in the chair near the small table in front of the window. It was in the corner opposite the entry door, on the same wall, next to the big front window. Debbie stood up from the bed, on the opposite side of the bed, her back to me. She reached around her back, and unzipped her dress. She slid it off her shoulders and wiggled it down over her hips, then let it drop to the ground. Once it was there, she stepped out of it, and kicked it into the corner with her high-heeled left foot. She remained standing with her back to me, wearing only her black thigh-high stockings, black stiletto heels, and tiny black lacey panties that were mostly a waistband and not much else. The high heels really made her legs and ass look fantastic. She pulled her hair up over the top of her head with both hands, and shifted her weight from one foot to the other, making her ass cheeks flex one after the other. I was taking pictures as fast as I could.
Debbie spread her legs apart, and then leaned into the wall, her arms outstretched with her hands up against the wall, her back still to me. I was completely mesmerized by how hot she looked up against the wall as she arched her back and pushed her ass out towards me. Suddenly I heard the sound of one of the room doors closing. It came from the direction of the two guys and sounded very close, so I assumed it was them leaving their room. I wondered if they were going to walk past the window. I knew if they did, they'd look in, and then they'd really get a show.
