New York, no kids, three nights and a room on the 25th floor of the Doubletree overlooking Times Square. Everything was set for a perfect get away from it all break.
It was just a short 2 hour flight from our home town and barely an hour after landing we were gazing down on the madness below, as yellow cabs fought with an endless tide of tourists trying to get a picture in one of the most must do locations in the city. It was early evening and the light had begun to fade making the huge electronic displays become even more impressive in the few minutes we had been looking down.
Veronica stood beside me pointing out various buildings that we had only ever seen in the movies, a giant Pepsi display flashed its message in competition with Sony, LG, Panasonic and virtually any other multinational company you care to name. Even Mary Poppins was represented by what must have been the biggest poster ever made hanging off the side of one building.
In the middle of excitedly listing everything she could see, Veronica's voice slowly trailed off causing me to look toward her to see what had stopped her enthusiastic chatter. Something had caught her attention in the hotel opposite, following her line of sight I soon discovered the object of her attention. Directly opposite, but two or three floors lower, there was one room illuminated in the descending darkness, as we stared one or two other rooms were switching on lights and closing blinds or curtains, but the room we were watching had no such inhibitions.
Neither of us spoke as we watched a slim blonde, naked apart from a pair of stiletto shoes, slowly climb onto the end of a giant bed and make her way on all fours to reach a naked guy who was very obviously about enjoy the attention of her lips! I looked at Veronica and saw her lick her own lips as if to moisten them ready for the task ahead. I turned back just in time to see the blonde lower her head at precisely the same moment the naked guy waved in our direction and turned off the light.
'Wow, welcome to New York!' I exclaimed, before adding; 'But what a coward, she obviously didn't care if anybody was watching, so why should he?' As I said it, unnoticed by veronica, I managed to adjust my position to allow my cock room to move in my pants.
'Because we were watching, obviously. So they should turn the light off!' Veronica snapped, 'She's probably a local prostitute that he's picked up. Pervert! And no normal woman would have sex in a hotel knowing that anybody could see what was going on.'
Wanting to disagree, but realising she was genuinely offended at the thought of doing such a thing, I quickly agreed and changed the subject so as not to ruin the mood of our first night. Mentioning the subject no more, I suggested a drink would be good and peered into the mini bar to find the obligatory half bottle of bubbly - the quickest way to relax Veronica has always been to ply her with bubbles.
As she unpacked, I showered before dressing casually for the warm summer evening ahead and lay back on the bed to wait for Veronica. Although it hadn't been a long flight, it had been a long day, and I soon drifted off to the sound of the air conditioning fan and the shower. I was awoken by the sound of the curtains being parted slightly and opened one eye to take in the sight of Veronica's rear as she leant forward to look down at the street and glance across the way. 'Well at least they've left the curtains closed, I can't even make out which window is theirs now.' I noticed she had helped herself to another glass of the bubbly.
Without answering, I stayed on the bed and raised an eyebrow in appreciation of an extremely sexy set of underwear she had on; tiny short French knickers, an even tinier bra and she was already wearing my favourite very high heeled shoes. She looked stunning, and when she caught my gaze, it was obvious from the look on her face that she knew just how good she looked! I watched as she walked across the room to the dresser and begin to go through her selection of clothing, I was impressed that each item she held up to inspect in the mirror was incredibly sexy and surprisingly risquΓ©. Seeing the look on my face she laughed;
'I'm not a total prude you know, I might not agree with sucking someone off in full view of the world, but I did come to New York for a little fun!'
Having selected a virtually sheer black blouse she placed it on the bed with a plain skirt in the same colour. I could imagine how classy she was going to look, but first had to wait as she sat down to do her hair. It was only then that I realised the curtains had remained open. What to do? Should I remind her that we were overlooked? Did she know, and was sitting at the mirror knowing she was probably being watched by some unseen stranger? I decided to do the gentlemanly thing and pointed out how exposed she was - the bubbly was relaxing her nicely, and I didn't want it ruined by starting an argument about the curtains!
To my surprise, she told me she wasn't going to open and close the curtains every time she wanted to look out, and even added that if some pervert got off by watching a woman doing her hair then it was his problem, not hers. A strange answer considering her obvious objection to events earlier in the evening, but who was I to argue? I remained on the bed watching her and was sure she was exaggerating her arm movements to thrust her breast as high as possible towards the mirror. No, surely not, I decided it was a mixture of my overactive imagination and too many whiskies from the mini bar. I soon drifted off again to the hum of the drier.
What seemed like an age later, but in all probability less than ten minutes, I felt a warm kiss on my neck and opened my eyes to see Veronica standing next to me looking stunning and ready to hit the town. At that moment I could have happily grabbed her and stayed in for the night, but she definitely had other ideas.
We rode down in the elevator with another couple, they were probably about our age, but he was not as lucky as me when it came to his partner for the evening. Where his wife was very plainly dressed with sensible flat shoes for an evening of sightseeing, Veronica was very obviously a different kind of creature. The high shoes elevated her almost three inches above her natural height, the pencil skirt clung tightly to her hips and the blouse was indeed sheer enough to allow a great view of the tiny bra and the flesh it was fighting to contain. As I stood openly drinking in the view before me, she was also being checked out in a far more discrete manner by our two temporary companions. The wife had a look bordering on contempt, the husband one bordering on outright lust.
We spent the evening in a restaurant being served by the campest waiter I have ever encountered, at first I was a little disappointed he was so very obviously gay, a straight waiter and Veronicas blouse usually ensures that we receive the most attentive service ever! As it turned out, and totally unexpectedly, his very obvious lack of interest in her breasts resulted in her completely forgetting her usual concern about appearing too slutty (her words); she loves to dress sexily but is always concerned she might go too far. However, on this occasion, knowing she wasn't going to get stared at every time her wine glass was helpfully refilled, she allowed herself to enjoy the evening without any inhibitions at all.
By the time the waiter had drained the last of a second bottle of wine into my glass, Veronica was completely at ease. She had kicked off her shoes before dessert, and despite my protestations, began playing around with my balls with her toes. By the time coffee was placed on the table, I had reluctantly released my cock from the confines of my pants after being virtually ordered to do so by an uncharacteristically aggressive Veronica. Luckily my back was to the room and our quiet corner of the restaurant allowed me to enjoy the sensation of painted toenails stroking the length of my raging erection.
Each time the waiter returned, Veronica gave a little cough to let me know he was on his way and I covered up before he appeared at my side. Part of me was telling me to stop acting like a teenager on heat, and part of me was telling me to join in the fun and just enjoy having Veronica in such a horny and dangerous mood.