Hotel Window: Ch. 01

THE HOTEL WINDOW

CHAPTER ONE

The Watcher

I first saw them as they were checking in to the hotel around midday. She was dressed in jeans, not too tight, but they hugged her shapely ass and strong legs. She was wearing a t-shirt that left one to wonder what lay beneath. She walked like an athlete, fluid and confident. She had what appeared to be long curly hair pulled up in a bun, with reading glasses perched on her head. She wasn't wearing makeup and was naturally beautiful. He was also dressed casually, in jeans, and a golf shirt. He did not look to be an athlete but appeared to be in decent shape. He looked older than she, but it was clear they were together, and both had on wedding rings. I decided to go up to my room and followed them to the elevator. As we entered, we gave the standard greeting to each other. We all got off on the 8th floor and they turned right to walk down the hall and I went left to go to my room. The hotel was built in the shape of a sharply angled L.

When I got to my room I piddled around and eventually looked out my window. As I did, I immediately noticed the large window of the room closest to me was angled in a way that gave me a clear view of virtually the entire room. Lo and behold, I saw the same couple in that room, and they were dancing, slowly, oblivious to the fact their room was exposed to my window. They kissed and swayed slowly with their bodies pressed together. It was tender and beautiful. I felt a little creepy spying on them, so I shut my curtains.

After a couple of hours, I decided to go to the bar for a drink and dinner as I was by myself on a business trip. I took a seat at a table facing the bar and TV, and surveyed the room. I saw the man from earlier sitting by himself at a table drinking a glass of red wine and reading his phone. His wife was nowhere to be seen. I ordered a drink and asked for a menu. The waitress served my drink and as I took my first sip, I looked up at the mirror on the wall and saw her, the wife, walk in. And wow, what a sight to behold. She had transformed. Her hair was pulled back, long and curly. She wore a black jacket over a black lace top, and a black skirt with a slit at the side of her left leg that went halfway up her thigh. While this was a very different look from the woman I saw in the lobby and elevator, she still had the reading glasses atop her head. However, she did not go to her husband. Instead, she walked confidently to the bar and took a seat on a swivel chair directly in front of me, just a few feet away. She sat sideways to her left to look at the TV above the bar. This gave me a great view of her, especially her creamy white thigh peaking out of the slit. I could also see her reflection in the mirror angled above behind the bar.

This was quite a surprise and I pretended to watch the ball game on TV but kept an eye on her while keeping an eye on him, also visible in the mirror. She ordered a glass of wine and declined the menu. She did not acknowledge her husband by even looking at him. She turned her chair slightly more towards me and him to my left, and I watched as her husband stole glances her way. I looked towards her and she looked at me dead cold in the eye. She lowered her gaze a bit, seemingly unsure, even demure, but at the same time, perhaps pleased that I had noticed her. I saw her leg begin to sway as she swung her left leg over her right leg. She then turned more towards her husband, and I think I saw her increase some tension on her skirt, which exposed more of her leg as she looked across bar in the mirror above her. I could see her look at her husband, who was looking right at her in reflection in the mirror. It appeared to me they were playing a game, an erotic game, and I watched to see what would happen next.

The waitress came to the table where the husband was sitting, and I could see him talking to her while looking in his wife's direction. The waitress turned, looked towards the bar, and nodded her head. I watched the waitress go and whisper something to the bartender, who in turn nodded his head. The waitress then went to the cash register and returned to the husband with a check. I then saw that the bartender approached the wife with another glass of wine and saw him say something to her. She took the wine and had a sip, and then turned again, first towards me, looking at me again, and then towards her husband, who raised his glass and tipped it towards her. She looked shy when she tipped her glass towards him, but she also brazenly uncrossed her legs, opening them for his (and my) view. After holding that display she then swung back to face the bar. The husband waited a few minutes, got up, walked towards the bar, and said something to his wife, who nodded, as he sat next to her. They began talking, and as they did, I noticed they had turned towards each other and once again, I was able to see the most captivating and sexy view of this beautiful woman's exposed leg as she swung it up and down while talking to her husband. They were engaged in conversation in a way that suggested they were just getting to know each other. Some flirtatious touches and glances we exchanged between them. At one point, she reached out and touched his arm and laughed. I noticed that he placed his hand on her exposed knee at some point very briefly. Her left foot from time to time rubbed against his leg. They were clearly flirting. Finishing their wine, they ordered one more glass and continued their conversation. When the bartender delivered their wine, they both picked up their glasses, clinked them, and nodded to each other. The wife took off her jacket and tried to drape it over the chair. He stood up and helped. When he returned to his chair, I noticed she had uncrossed her legs and spread her knees open. I decided I needed to see more so I got up and walked to the bar on the other side of him. I ordered a drink and got a closer view. I could see a hint of erect nipples straining through her top and her legs were on full display. I don't think she noticed me looking at her.

I returned to my seat and kept an eye on them. She got up and walked towards the restroom while the husband remained at the bar. Returning a couple of minutes later, she took her seat, reached out and handed him what appeared to be her panties. He put them in his pocket and they shared a laugh. As she sat down, she spread her legs wide and she kept them open almost wantonly as her skirt was now riding high on her thighs. She was teasing him with her exposure. It was an incredibly erotic thing to watch.

He leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. She stole a glance my way and turned away quickly. I think he might have pointed out she had another admirer in the bar. She sure did. The bartender brought them yet another glass of wine and they went to a booth in the back corner of the bar. I really couldn't see them there, but I could watch them in the mirror. It looked like they were sitting very close together and I saw them kiss briefly after he put his arm around her shoulder. I saw them kiss again, and she seemed to sit lower in the seat. I couldn't see much else, but I swear I think he was feeling her up underneath the table.

After a good while later, I saw them both sit up and start to gather themselves to exit the booth. It was time for me to leave as well so I signaled to the waitress, who brought me the check. I was signing the check as they walked by, and I missed the chance to watch her as she walked by. I was secretly hoping I would be able to see more in their room, and if they kept their curtains open, I was pretty sure I would.

Now you might think as you read this that I am a voyeur, but I must say this is the first time I have ever thought about and actually planned to spy on people. I was so captivated by what I had seen at the bar and the booth, I could not help myself but feel a part of what was about to happen. I wanted to see it through to the end. And yes, I wanted to see her, more of her.

I left enough cash to pay my tab and hustled toward the elevator.

The Watched (Her)

We had been planning this trip for quite a while, and I was excited to spend the weekend with my lover. Now I guess I must explain something. "He" is not my husband, though we are both committed to each other, and he wears a wedding ring I gave him. We consider ourselves married in every way possible except the legal sense. Bigamy is outlawed so I can't have two husbands. Still, he is mine, and I call him my husband in this story. Despite this unconventional relationship, I have otherwise lived a very conventional and goal driven life. I am a successful executive and if I were to sum up my life experiences until I met him, I had lived a strait laced, buttoned up existence.

I was in this city to speak at a conference, and he was traveling with me, which we did as often as we could. In another city, we both felt more comfortable and with more freedom to be us, and to experiment with our shared love of erotic role playing. I am very wary of gossip affecting my reputation in my community, so being away from home base liberated me to be more open with my husband. We had been talking for several weeks about this trip and what our next role-play fantasy would be. We decided to reprise what we call the "bar scene," and I was ready to ramp it up a notch or two, or more. For our first bar scene, we pretended not to know each other and struck up a conversation at the bar as strangers, which lead to going to his (our) room. Playing out a scene of being watched, desired by a stranger, and picked up at a bar was very unlike me, but once I met this man, and we fell in love, he has helped me appreciate my beauty and my sexuality. The first time we tried this game, I was self-conscious and nervous. We also did not have time to build up to it. I dressed modestly, though I did wear the "fuck me" boots he had bought for me. Otherwise, I had a long skirt and conservative top. I wanted to push myself to be more bold this time. Of course it goes without saying he wanted me to be more bold, too.

When we arrived at the hotel, I checked us in at the front desk and we headed towards the elevator to go up to our room on the eighth floor. As we entered the elevator a very nice looking man came in behind us, and we exchanged the usual pleasantries. The elevator was lined with mirrors, and I could see him looking at me as we were on the ride up. I have to admit that made me feel good. He wasn't skeezy about it. It just seemed he appreciated what he saw. I didn't mind being noticed these days, my liberal feminism was left at home, and I knew my husband would not be jealous. To the contrary, he keeps telling me how beautiful I am, how men look at me with lust, and I am starting to believe him.

We got out of the elevator and turned towards our room. After unloading our things, my husband and I danced to some of our favorite music,, and held each other. This is often how we begin or end our time together. I love it.

We spent the rest the afternoon engaged in our separate work, and as the evening approached, it was time to get ready for our next bar scene. We showered together, and he dressed and headed down to the hotel bar. I stayed behind to take my time and dress for our role-playing adventure. This included a pair of lace, crotchless panties and a black sheer top, which I wore without a bra. My lover bought this shirt for me and expressed a desire to see me wear it, and I was going to make his dream come true. I then put on an above the knee skirt he picked out for this occasion, and it had a slit cut on the side that exposed my left leg in a classy but sexy way. I wore some sensible shoes, and finished the outfit with a blazer that concealed my breasts enough that I was comfortable being in public. I pulled my hair back and then checked myself out in the mirror. I was pleased with how I looked. I could feel my pussy getting damp with excitement and my nipples were hard and aching.

One last thing I need to mention about our plan. My husband had set up his laptop with a DVD of a porn movie. One of my secrets is I have always liked to watch porn, and sometimes I think about porn scenes when I am having sex with my "real" husband to help me enjoy it. I started the movie and watched a few minutes before going to the bar. I was really wet and ready now.

I made my way down to the bar and walked in and took a seat in a swivel chair in the center. There was a mirror along the backside of the bar that allowed me to see everything that was behind me. I could see my husband seated behind me to my left and as I was scoping out everyone there to be sure I did not know anybody, I also saw the man who was on the elevator with us when we checked in. I turned slightly towards my left to give my husband a nice look at my leg.

The scene was set, and our game had begun.

The bartender approached me and said hello. I turned towards him and ordered a nice Pinot. He was a good looking young man and we started to talk. It was fun and I started to relax. I turned back towards the left, this time showing more of myself to my husband, and anybody else who cared to look, while pretending to pay attention to the football game on the TV. The bartender returned with the glass of wine and I was enjoying learning about him and his studies at the local university, where I was scheduled to give a talk the next day at the business school. I looked in the mirror behind the bar, which allowed me to survey the room. I briefly stole a glance at my husband, who was checking me out. As I looked around, elevator man and I looked each other in the eye. I could tell he too was checking me out, which made me a bit uncomfortable but at the same time, I must admit, it felt good to attract his attention. I was getting more relaxed and committed to playing the game. And I was feeling more confident, and bold.

Here I was, sitting alone at a bar, dressed in a way I have never dressed before. I could feel cool air on my nipples when I moved and my jacket fell open. My leg was exposed in a provocative way, and my pussy was on fire. I was feeling frisky, pretty, and horny. I squirmed in my chair to expose more of my leg, hoping my husband would get even more excited seeing me there. I was stimulating my clit with my crossed legs, and my heart was pounding. For the next several minutes, I enjoyed my wine, watched some of the game, and checked on work emails, generally what I would be doing under ordinary circumstances. However, there was nothing ordinary about anything tonight.

The bartender came to me with another glass of wine and said that a gentleman had bought me this glass. I assumed it was my husband, but a part of me wasn't exactly sure. So, I decided to tease my husband when I turned my chair with the glass in my hand and looked first at the elevator man, who looked right back at me with confidence when he slightly nodded. This caused a rush of anxiety as I suddenly thought maybe I had to find a way to interrupt his efforts to connect. I turned towards my husband, who raised his glass and tilted it towards me, which was a relief, as I tipped my glass towards him as a sign of thanks. I was hoping, too, the elevator man saw this exchange so he could withdraw from the competition. Keeping an eye on my husband in the mirror, I saw that he was closing out his check with the waitress. He then came to the bar next to me and said hello. I said hello back and thanked him for the glass of wine. He said you are very welcome and asked politely, "may I join you?" I responded yes, he took a seat and introduced himself by name. I introduced myself and reached out to shake his hand. He said he was glad he ordered the wine and beat out the competition, as he nodded in the direction of elevator man. I looked quickly at that guy and saw he was watching me.

The tension between us was real and palpable, and we were staying in role. This included genuinely awkward silence and a struggle to start a conversation. I wasn't sure if he was intentionally making me be the initiator, but I eventually found a way to do that. I learned why he was in town and what he did for a living, as well as personal things such as that he was divorced, with children and grandchildren. I shared with him similar details and it turned out we had quite a few things in common, not the least of which was the fact he was a lawyer who represented businesses in lawsuits. This gave me an opportunity to tease him about the litigation system and we began to tease back-and-forth about our respective work. As we did so, I was growing more comfortable, not to mention tipsy from the wine. I was getting warm and without really thinking about the fact I had a sheer black top on that (subtly, I thought) showed my breasts and nipples, I started to remove my jacket. I was having difficulty getting my arms out, which I later realized brought attention to my chest. Seeing me struggle, he stood up and said, "may, I?", and I responded, "of course." He stood behind me and reached for the jacket, lightly brushing my shoulders as he pulled it off my arms. As he did so, we looked at each other in the mirror, and for the first time he saw me in the top he bought me some months before. He was obviously very pleased to see that I was bold enough to wear it tonight. With a smile on his face, he took his seat, turned towards me, knee to knee, and stared at my chest. Then he looked into my eyes and said "wow." I took my glass tilted it towards him and said thank you. "You a very beautiful woman, and I love the top, and the skirt, and your hair, and everything about you." I lowered my eyes demurely and said thank you. As I did so, my foot brushed against his calf, with my leg now almost fully exposed for him.

We continued our conversation and stole some furtive touches. I turned towards him so that he could get a full-frontal view. I was getting very, very wet, and horny. I decided it was time to go to the bathroom and excused myself. When I got there, I looked at myself in the mirror and was amazed at the transformation I had made. I went into the stall, peed, and pulled my panties completely off. I wanted to ratchet up the flirting, and decided I would return to the bar with my panties in my hand. As I walked through, I felt like I was on stage even though I didn't see anyone looking at me, except for elevator man. I had just walked through the bar in a sheer top with no bra and my breasts exposed for anyone's discerning eyes, and I liked it!

Once I took my seat, I turned towards this man who was clearly hitting on me with my knees spread apart. "I have a present for you since you bought me a drink," I cooed. He responded with "you do?" I reached out and handed him my damp panties. "I was getting hot and decided I needed some cool air. Would you hold on to those for me?" I asked while spreading my legs wider. He took a long look, and though I don't think he could see my pussy, he sure gave it a try. He asked if we should have another glass of wine, and I said, of course we should. He ordered one for both of us and we continued our flirting. After a while we were close to finishing our glasses when my husband reached into his coat pocket and pulled out my panties, keeping them folded inside his fist. "This was quite a gift and I really appreciate it. I was wondering if I might invite up to my room for a nightcap," he asked. "You were?" I responded. "Do you think I'm the kind of woman who would accept such an invitation?" "Well, I'm not sure, but at some point I assume I'll need to return these panties, and I'd prefer to do that in private so as not to embarrass you." We laughed at that and I said, "I'll think about it. But I know for sure I'd like one more glass of wine. Let's move to that booth over there so we can talk a bit more."" He put the panties back in his pocket and said he would be holding on to them.

The bartender brought us one more round and stood there watching me as I got out of the chair. I had never considered myself an exhibitionist, but I made sure to give the cute youngster a long opportunity to see my chest. My husband grabbed my coat, offered me his arm, and we went to a booth in the corner of the bar. I slid in first and he followed. It was a dark place and I felt comfortable there. My new friend put his left arm on the rail above me and I turned towards him as we talked. We were sitting close to each other, and I could feel his thigh pressed against mine. I nudged closer as we talked and he lowered his arm so it was across my shoulder. I nestled in closer, looked at him, and we kissed. It was a soft, romantic kiss. We broke away, and self consciously picked up our glasses and continued to talk. As we did, he reached across me to put his arm around my shoulder and I felt his arm across my breast. "Sorry about that," he whispered; "don't be," I said. This response seemed to embolden him as he put down his glass and rested his hand on my thigh. He told me how beautiful I was and he looked at my breasts and said how sexy I looked. I don't think my nipples have ever been so engorged and erect. He must have sensed my rising excitement because he raised his hand from my thigh, felt my breast, and tugged gently at my nipple. I bit my lip and quietly moaned. He removed his hand and put it on my thigh again. After leaning in for a longer kiss, I reflexively opened my legs. "Have you heard the expression 'trust but verify,'" he asked as his hand moved slightly up the inner portion of my thigh. "Yes, why do you ask? Don't your believe those really were the panties I had on?" I replied. "Well, the truth is I want to believe it." Opening my legs more, I said "I guess you have to verify then." I felt his fingers gently move to my hip, and then across my pelvis. This was incredibly erotic and my pussy was aching to be touched. He explored my pubic hair and then moved down to the cushion, where he again, gently, found my slit. He opened the outer lips and felt the juices that had been present since I got dressed in the room.

I was desperate for the release of an orgasm. I was beyond ready. He began stimulating my clit, and I slid lower in the booth, wantonly opening my legs to him. I wanted to cum quickly, but he teased me by keeping me on the edge. I reached for his crotch and started to stroke his hard cock which made him pick up the pace, rubbing my clit until I came hard. I let out a moan and my ass pushed down into the cushioned bench as my pussy spasmed. As I did I opened my eyes and my gaze fell on elevator man, who was staring right at me. Here I was, with a man I had just met, who got me to this point of wild abandon, in a public area no less, and another man who surely saw that I had orgasmed.

Pulling his hand away, me husband smelled and licked his fingers. "Thanks, verified," the smart aleck said. He smiled, and said, in the firm voice my husband can use at times, "we better head to the room." This comment brought me out of my haze enough to realize he was right, though I was on fire and would have let him do anything at this point. "Do you know how fucking sexy you are?' he asked. "You better fucking show me when we get to your room," I replied.

I sat up and pulled my skirt down, gathering myself for the walk to the elevator. We scooted out of the booth. I asked my husband for my jacket. He smirked and said, "I'll carry it." I rolled my eyes and decided I might as well keep up the game, so I started to walk confidently through the bar. As I did, I looked to my left and mouthed "thank you" to the cute bartender, who smiled at me as he eyed me from head to toe. I noticed also that elevator man was signing his check at his table. As we walked by him my husband said, "you weren't sure if that glass of wine was from me, were you?"

I smiled. "Well, if it hadn't been you, it still would have been your fault."

Our erotic game was still in play as we approached the elevator.

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