0 comments/ 36234 views/ 2 favorites Hotel Voyeur By: Hoss1026 It was Friday night and I was exhausted. I had spent the last three days in meetings with a prospective client in Toronto and I was ready to go home. Unfortunately, today's meeting went longer than expected and I had to postpone my flight home until Saturday afternoon. At least I was able to sign the prospect up for a multi-year project. I debated going down to the lobby bar but decided I was too tired and ordered room service instead. My plan was to eat, shower, and turn in for the night. Having accomplished the first two tasks, I went to close the curtains on the window when I noticed a flash coming from one of the rooms across the narrow courtyard from mine. Being the curious sort and a long-time voyeur, I quickly turned all the lights off in my room to remove any glare and sought out the room where I had seen the flash. It didn't take long for me to find it. The room was one floor below mine and a little to the right giving me the perfect view of a naughty exhibitionist posing for her cameraman. She looked to be in her thirties, had blonde hair down to her shoulders and fantastic, natural breasts. This was too good to be true – I always looked when I traveled but had never gotten lucky – until now. When I first saw her, she was half-sitting, half-lying on one of those cheap hotel chairs buck naked and showing off her little landing strip. They had positioned the chair sideways to the window so they could give people like me a good show. I pulled off my shorts and positioned my cheap hotel chair so I could catch everything that happens. They took a couple of shots with her in this pose, then I could see her talking to her photographer as he handed her a glass of wine. She took a couple of sips, then stood up and faced the window. Her smile grew wider as she spread her arms out above her head and placed one foot up on the window sill. She knew people like me were watching and she was enjoying every minute of it while pictures were taken of her showing off her fine body to peeps like me. I was hard as a rock now and couldn't help but give myself a few, hard strokes. It took all my willpower not to finish it off right then and there but I wanted to enjoy this show for as long as they were willing to put it on. Damn, this girl was fine and had a smile that would light up any room. After a few shots in this pose, she sat in the window for a few minutes sipping her wine and reviewing the pictures with her photographer. These relaxed, candid moments were almost as good to me as the poses. They had a very intimate feel to them and somehow, were very erotic. They shared a laugh and began to set up for the next pose. The chair was placed so it faced the window and she placed her knees on the seat with her back to the window. A few pictures, then she bent over the back of the chair giving me a heavenly view of her very sexy ass. This girl had fantastic curves and just the right amount of hips to grab onto. This deserved a few more strokes then she slowly slipped her hand between her legs and started playing with herself. Damn! She was getting into this and so was I. She slowly entered a finger into her wet kitty and started to masturbate at a leisurely pace. I was matching her stroke for stroke…imagining what it would be like to enter her from behind, having her respond to my thrusts with screams of "More! More!" It didn't take long for her to reach orgasm as she arched her back and clinched her fingers between her legs. I soon had my own, silent orgasm and came all over my hand. Her photographer closed the curtains, the show over and I was satiated – having had one of my oldest fantasies fulfilled by this unknown exhibitionist. The next morning as I was checking out, I saw her and her boyfriend/husband exit the elevators and walk across the lobby to the restaurant for some breakfast. We made eye contact just as she was walking into the restaurant and I smiled, winked and mouthed a "thank you" to her. I'm not sure but I swear she blushed as she turned her head. Hotel Voyeur I shuffle my feet down the painstakingly long hallway to my hotel room. I've just arrived in San Francisco and the lateness of the hour is quickly catching up to me. The floral patterned carpet beneath my shoes swirls in a psychedelic frenzy as my groggy eyes struggle to keep their focus. The hallway is brightly lit, annoyingly so, but the décor is tasteful, muted by earth tones. At the end of the hall is a large, yet elegant mirror. I gaze at my reflection trying to stay steady on my feet. My hair is tousled by my long day of travel and my wrinkled clothes cling tightly to my skin. I can't wait to get out of them. Finally I reach my room. I drop my bags and fumble through my oversized purse searching for the key card. Where is that damn thing? I feel the shape of an object resembling a credit card brush between my fingertips. The surface is smooth. This must be it. I pull the card from my bag, slide it through the key slot and quickly yank it out. Damn it! Red lights! I try it again, still locked. Why don't these things ever work right? This time I try a different approach. I hold the key in it's slot for just a moment before slowly removing it. A green light flashes, oh thank God it worked! I gather up my belongings and drag myself inside. Shutting the door behind me, I rest the weight of my body against it. I take a deep breath and hold it in my lungs for a moment. Tension builds in my shoulders and chest as I hold my breath tightly. Quickly I push the air from my body and for a moment my stress is relieved. Peeling myself away from the door, I toss my bags into the closet and make my way to the bed. Exhausted, I fall backwards onto the bed, letting my body be absorbed by the fluffy pillow top mattress. I stretch my arms and legs in all directions, taking pleasure in the fact that I paid an obscene amount of money for a room with a king size bed. My work often drags me all over the country and I spare no expense for a good night's rest. Lying there, I take in the scene of my expansive suite. The soft glow from the lamp on the dressing table illuminates the room. The color scheme is a regal blend of red, navy and beige accented by dark cherry furniture. As I sit up on the edge of the bed, I turn and observe the window at the far end of the room. It is draped in floor length navy curtains dotted with golden stars. An executive looking chair and side tabled are nestled in the corner near by. As I squint my eyes to look closer at the chair, I'm reminded of the one that use to sit in my father's office when I was young girl. I remember how the dim glow of the desk lamp outlined his form as he smoked his nightly cigar. Quickly I rattle my head to bring my self back to reality. I've got to get out of these clothes. I shimmy out of my blazer and toss it on the dressing table. I feel the air against my skin through the delicate fabric of my silk blouse. It brushes smoothly against my skin as I move. I run my palms down the sides of my skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles as I stand up. The wool is coarse, scratchy like a Brillo pad. Not exactly the best choice of clothing for a long day of travel. I quickly undo the zipper and slide it down my bare legs. I only wear nylons to appease the fetish of a lover. Standing there in my heels and silk blouse, I look down and I'm a bit taken back by my choice of panties for the day. A tiny, side tie bikini brief, black with red cherries and ruffles. The cut is so small, half of my ass hangs out the back. In my sleep deprived state, I had forgotten putting them on. I like to wear naughty little things under my work clothes sometimes, I gets me hot thinking about who might take them off later. I chuckle to myself as I realize I'm the one who'll be removing them tonight. I continue undressing by sliding my hands up my blouse to the first button. My fingers fumble as I quickly undo each one. I'm to tired to seduce myself tonight, I just want to get these clothes off so I can cum. I tear the blouse from my body revealing a lacy, red, industrial strength pushup bra. My tits are clear up to my neck. Like an old pro, I reach behind my back and pop the hook with two fingers. The bra drops to the floor freeing my perky bosoms. My nipples tighten in response to the chilled air in the room. I run my hands across my chest, squeezing each breast for a moment. I slide my hands down my strong torso to my panties, and I search with my finger on the outside of my underwear for the shape of my clit. It becomes engorged as the fabric stimulates my senses. I become restless as my hand circles my pubic bone. My mind craves more excitement. I remember seeing another hotel in close proximity to mine as my limo dropped me off this evening. My panties become wet as the idea of giving someone a show enters my brain. I race over to the drapes and quickly draw them open. The city lights are revealed in a stunning display. Across the street is another large and lavish hotel. A wall of windows stretches in front of me, dotted with random squares of light like a computer grid. My heart races. Surely someone will see me as I pleasure myself. I take a strong, wide leg stance directly in front of the window. I toss my head to one side as I run my hands across my chest. My breath quickens as I imagine who might be watching. Slowly I bring my hands down toward my crotch and slide my fingers under the fabric of my panties. As my finger explores the silky skin of my clit, I lift my head in anticipation to look out the window. I'm startled by what I see. The curtains are drawn wide open in a room directly across from mine. The overhead lamp within illuminates their space in great detail. I view a man and woman standing in front of the bed in the throws of passion. I'm knocked off balance as I lean forward trying to get a better view. I throw my hands against the window pane to catch my fall. My hot breath fogs up the glass as I struggle to see the details. It appears I've caught them just as things are heating up. The man, standing shirtless in his tight, black trousers, paws at his lady's well sculpted form. Her limbs are long and elegant, clad in a black lace bra and panties. She throws her head back and sweeps her hands across her lover's broad chest. He rapidly tugs at her bra straps, pulling them down her arms and tearing the bra from her body. Her perfectly shaped breasts are round and full like the fruits of summer. I lean deeply into the window pane, pressing my tits against the smooth, cold glass. My pelvis flutters with excitement as I finger my twat quickly. I watch intently as the two lovers peel their clothes from each others pulsating bodies. Just as the couple begins their erotic adventure, I begin to ponder an adventure of my own. I remember the 35mm camera I brought along with me. I had planned to brush up on my cityscape photography skills in my spare time, but this opportunity is too irresistible to pass up. The thrill makes my body tingle from head to toe as I press my palms against the glass and forcibly push myself backwards. I stumble a little as I quickly turn and hurry to the closet. My hands shake from excitement while I furiously rummage through my belongings in search of my camera bag. I quickly identify it and drag the bag into the center of the room. As I pull the camera from it's case, I rubberneck to see what the lovers are up to across the way. Both now fully nude, their bodies move as one figure. Standing in front of the bed, her legs wrap tightly around his waist as he cradles her back side with a firm grip. My stomach flutters as I can't believe my dumb luck. I blindly fumble through the camera bag feeling for the canisters of film. At last I find one and rip it from the bag. I'm frozen for a moment as I ponder a dark place to load the film into the camera. My eyes turn quickly to the closet. I stuff myself inside, yanking the door shut behind me. I remove the film and drop the canister to the floor. My hands easily navigate the release button on the camera's back and the loading door springs open. As I unroll the film and guide it into place, my fingers are filled with anticipation. With a flick of my wrist, everything locks into place and I launch myself into the center of the room. Shit! I look down and realize I've got the wrong lens affixed to the camera. I franticly remove the wide-angle lens and squat down to dig through the case for my zoom lens. My hand zeros in on it like a laser beam. As I wrap my fingers around it, I'm impressed by it's girth. Gingerly, I pull the lens from the case, studying it's fine construction. It's weight sits heavy in my hands as I lift it upwards to attach it to my camera. I rest the body of the camera firmly against my pubic bone as I press and turn the lens into place. The cool metal feels strong and sturdy as I grip it tightly with both hands. Glancing down at the upward extending lens, I imagine the power a man must feel when overcome by his erection. On the wall across from the closet door extends a full length mirror. I observe myself in it momentarily, aroused by the idea that the lovers might catch a glimpse of me watching them. Anxiously, I dash back to the window. As I arrive, I see the couple is just about to start the main act. I raise my camera to my eye and focus my lens. Their misty figures become more clear as I spin the focus ring around. Like a telescope, the lens magnifies the young man's bulging member as he grips it firmly with his hand. He prepares to enter her and my body feels electric. She spreads her legs wide as if baring her entire soul to him. Gently, he leans into her, teasing her pink lips with his cock. The camera shutter clicks and my heart skips a beat. Suddenly, he thrusts himself inside her. My finger responds in a rapid fire motion as I capture their every move. The young woman arches her back and lifts her chest with each stroke. My breath quicken as I become more aroused. I can almost hear their lustful moans. Her body stretches long across the luxurious bed as she clinches tightly around his waist with her legs. His well-sculpted ass flexes as he pushes deeply inside her. I pull the camera away as I try to catch my breath. I let the camera dangle from my neck and my eyes stayed fixed on their bodies. The cold metal resting against my naked torso makes my entire body tingle. I begin to explore myself with my hands as I continue to enjoy the show. I imagine what it must feel like to have his hot dick ramming me. I shove my hand down my panties and finger my clit hard. The couple becomes more restless in each passing moment. As their bodies move into a new position, they seem to perform an erotic dance, one I'm very familiar with. In one graceful movement, the young woman seductively rolls onto her stomach and lifts her rounded cheeks towards her lover's member. Her long legs extend over the edge of the bed, both feet reaching the floor. With great strength and control, she balances her weight on skinny seven inch stilettos. She seems well practiced. The young man caresses her shapely hips, preparing to enter her once more. He slides his raging cock between her thighs and pushes deeply inside of her. She claws at the bedspread as she tosses her golden locks back. Her mouth opens wide, releasing what I imagine to be a beautiful cry of ecstasy. My excitement overwhelms me as I feel my clit pulse against my panties. I gather the fabric into one hand as I rock the panties back and forth. The motion stimulates my sex even more. I watch as the couple becomes more aggressive with each thrust. I yank my panties to the side, exposing my wet cunt. The air feels refreshing against my hot flesh. As I run my fingertips along the outer edges of my pink lips a tickling sensation charges through my pelvis. The young man pushes faster and deeper into his lady. Her movements become more wild as she appears to be screaming at the top of her lungs. My body feels supercharged as I watch the exciting display before me. Not once have they acknowledged my presence. Do they even know I'm watching? Maybe they do and it excites them even more. I circle my hand rapidly across my pussy as the unspoken presence between us brings me closer to orgasm. The couple seems to be heading towards their peak, their bodies losing control as their primal instinct takes over. The young man rams his lady's ass harder, her limbs flinging about. I can tell they are getting close. I place one foot on the window sill and spread my pussy lips apart, imagining a hard cock filling me. His thrusts are sharp and forced as he heads towards his climax. The young woman rocks her hips wildly against him as she gets off. Suddenly, the young man rips his cock from her cunt, shooting his massive load across her rounded humps. The muscles in his entire body tense and flex as he cums. Exhausted from their lovemaking, she drapes herself across the bed like a rag doll. I observe the gentle rise and fall of her ribcage as her breath returns to normal. Still holding his semi hard cock in one hand, her lover leans in while caressing her hair. He exposes the back of her elegant neck while dotting her skin with tiny kisses. They seem satisfied and at ease. While the couple regains their strength, my body still desires a good release. I playfully finger my cunt, but I feel my arousal dwindling. I close my eyes and an imagine of the lovers fucking flashes before me. A rush of blood surges to my pussy and my pelvis begins to tingle again. I open my eyes and see that their window has gone dark. Filled with eroticism, I turn and step towards the bed to continue my self exploration. But a light catches my eye as it flicks on in the window just above the lover's. A tall and broad figured man is exposed. I quickly turn towards the window to face him. I take a step closer and fix my gaze directly on him. He meets my stare without hesitation. Has he been watching me this whole time? My mind buzzes with excitement as I ponder what happens next. The man leans into the window and presses one palm firmly against the glass as if inviting me to perform for him. I gladly accept his gesture by angling the nearest chair into his view. I stand boldly in front of the chair while running my hands the length of my torso to my crotch as if asking him to do the same. He obliges by slowly undoing his pants with the other hand. As I watch him pull his erect cock from the opening in his pants, my nipples tighten with anticipation. Slowly, I lower myself into the chair. Teasing my captive audience, I spread my legs wide. As I look up, I see he has already started stroking his dick. I can almost see it pulsating against his fingers. As I take a deep breath I think to myself "What a spectacular view!" I lean back into the chair and run my fingertips along my thighs. Pulling back the fabric of my panties, I expose my wet cunt once again and a new show begins. Hotel Voyeur   It was dark when I checked into the hotel, so I really didn't get much of a look at the surrounding geography, I just knew I was pretty close to the center of the city so I imagined there were buildings all around the hotel. Although it did seem odd that they had a area off the front desk devoted to renting binoculars and telescopes. I simply walked past the rental area figuring there must be a park nearby or perhaps an observation deck for stargazing. Anyway I headed up to my room, unlocked the doors, turned on the lights, turned on the TV and closed the curtains without much of a thought. I then pulled my clothes out of the bag, hung them on hangers and put them in the closet. Finally I pulled off my clothes, tossing them onto one bed as I collapsed onto the other. Picking up the TV remote, I began clicking though the channels, pausing every now and then when something caught my eye. I hated myself for doing this sort of thing, the channel surfing where I'd watch something until a commercial comes on and then moving on. By the end of the night, I wasted 3 hours in front of the TV and had not watched a single program, at least not start to finish. Well, that night I fell back into my bad habits and continued channel surfing past a couple of interesting food shows, something interesting on the history channel and some previews on one of the movie channels. It was about ten o'clock pm when I came across an odd channel. There was no sound except for some light music and all that I could see was the side of a building. I did notice that occasionally the view would zoom in to one of the rooms and something popped up about a pay per view channel. Well, I clicked on past the channel and then suddenly paused. I had seen that building before. Getting up from the bed, I wandered over to the window and took a peek out between the curtains. It did look similar. After going back to the TV, I turned the channel and then rotated the TV so I could see it from the window. I then crept back to the window, opened the curtain to take a peek and then looked back at the TV. It was the same building, in fact it was a live picture from the building. Moving back to the bed I watched closer as the view zoomed in to a room and there inside what appeared to be another hotel was two people fucking doggy style on the bed. The view quickly zoomed back to the entire building. At the bottom of the screen there were instructions. Grabbing the remote, I entered the code and the approved a charge of some twenty five dollars plus tax to my room. The picture immediately snapped to the couple. An attractive woman was on the bed on her hands and knees. A man was behind her, moving back and forth. I stared at the image, mesmerized for a while just watching her breasts bounce and swing back and forth. I rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and walked back to the bed. Before sitting down I paused a moment and then moved over to the window and sat down in the desk chair. The TV was still positioned so I could see, but now, I pulled back the curtains slightly and looked over the building. There were a number of rooms with the curtains open and lights on. Scanning the building I finally found the room on the TV. As I watched the woman suddenly rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. The man, standing on the floor and moved into. He began sliding his cock into her and the camera suddenly zoomed in so I had a clear view of the penetration, as he pushed himself into her glistening wet pussy. I grabbed my cock and began stroking it as I watched the action on the TV for a few seconds and then gazed out the window for the far off view. It was incredible, I was able to see the detail of the sex and then by looking through the window remind myself this was real, it was happening right now. If a few minutes the man pulled his cock out of the woman and came, splashing his cum onto her pussy and over her stomach. I quickly followed suit, spurting my cum onto the towel I had spread out at my feet. I watched the TV as the woman ran her fingers through the cum that had been splashed on her. She slowly licked her fingers and then reached back down and dipped her fingers again. The TV remained on her until she had lapped up all the cum off her body, then it snapped back to the view of the building. I turned off the TV, closed the curtains and then took a shower. Climbing into bed I let my mind wander, wondering what I would watch on TV the next day.   Hotel Voyeur It was supposedly a "boutique hotel" housed in a 19th-century mansion, but the place just looked old. That's one of the downsides of working for a small business - travel is done on the cheap. After checking in, I climbed the old wooden stairs to my room on the first floor. As I unlocked the door of room 5, the door of the next room opened a fraction. A middle-aged man peered out and then quickly closed the door. After dinner I went for a walk, and even though it was still relatively early, I decided to go to bed. I always have trouble sleeping away from home and I had some important meetings the next day. I had a shower, and naked, I slipped between the sheets. I propped two pillows up against the railings of the brass bedhead which was in keeping with the faux antique style of the room. I can't have been asleep long when loudish music and a rattling sound woke me. The sounds came from room 4, my middle aged neighbour's room, and over the music I could hear a male and female voice. It seemed he had company! Listening more closely, I could hear gasps, groans and the occasional laugh. I don't know about you, but I love listening to the sounds of sex, and though I wasn't certain that was what they were doing, my dick was already beginning to stiffen. I climbed out of bed, and stood next to the bedhead. Even with my ear close to the wall, I still couldn't be sure. Slowly and carefully, so as not to cause the old floor to creak, I went to the door and opened it slightly. The door of the adjoining room couldn't have been more than a couple of metres away, and now I could hear more clearly. The gasps and groans were definitely the sounds of a couple fucking. They must be doing it on the bed - the rattling was the railings of the bedhead shaking. Standing behind my door, I began to stroke my dick. It still wasn't easy to hear over the music. I wondered if I dared to stand outside the couple's door. Being an old hotel there were no security cameras in the corridors. On the other hand, at any moment, a guest could come out of their room or walk up the stairs. I went over to my bag and took out a pair of boxers which I pulled up over my erection. As I stepped out onto the landing, I left the door slightly ajar, so I could retreat quickly if need be. I crept to within an arm's length of my neighbour's door. He must have been fucking her from behind because I could hear the rhythmical slap of his thighs against her ass. "Harder," she said, whimpering. She sounded so desperate to cum - almost in pain. Listening to her frustration only served to fuel my arousal and I stroked furiously until I came all over the inside of my boxers. I could hear her wetness as he continued to thrust into her and her little squeals, increasing in pitch. Finally, she let out a shriek, followed by a gasp from him, and they were done. I'd been so absorbed in listening, it was only after they had come that I began to pay attention to my surroundings. Anybody in the nearby rooms who was still awake could have heard her cum, so I decided to return to my room just in case a fellow guest chose to investigate. I wiped the cum off my cock with my boxers and climbed back into bed. Now that they'd finished, the music had been turned off. I've never understood why people think music conceals the sounds of sex. Years ago I'd stayed at a "budget" hotel in London. One of the rooms on my floor had been occupied by a young German couple. Every time they shagged, they turned on the cheap clock radio - the kind you find in hotel rooms around the world. I imagine pretty much everyone on the floor soon knew what the music meant. One day, I'd exchanged a knowing smile with a woman I passed in the corridor as music blared out from their room. I don't know whether I dozed or not, but before long I again heard the tell-tale rattle of next door's bedhead. No music this time, so I didn't have to get out of bed to listen. "Lean forward, I want to suck your tits," I heard him say. She must be riding him. Perhaps I had been dozing, because the volume of the moans and groans suggested that round two had been under way for some time. "Fuck me harder," the female voice commanded. The bedhead started banging against the wall. Still, worrying about the noise they were making was probably the last thing on their minds. I wonder what they would have thought if they knew I'd blown my load on the doona cover at the same time as they came? Would that have turned them on and maybe spurred them to go again? I'd often stayed in hotels and heard couples in adjoining hotel rooms having sex. That made me wonder if it was just a coincidence, or if one couple only started after hearing their neighbours fucking. Sometimes it sounded like they were trying to see who could make the most noise. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door to room 4 opening. I hurried to the peep hole in my door and looked out. She paused for a moment almost in front of my door to fiddle with her clothing. Grasping the sides of her t-shirt and the bra underneath, she pulled the band down before repositioning the cups to better accommodate her large boobs. Her bra did nothing to conceal the hardness of her nipples. I could feel my dick stirring again as I imagined what it would be like to suck on them, as my neighbour had just done. She pushed her long, dark hair back off her face and I could see her full, red lips. I thought what it would be like to have them wrapped around my cock before cumming down her throat. She fiddled with the waistband of her skirt before walking to the stairs. It may have been my imagination, but she seemed to descend the stairs a little gingerly. Perhaps the night's activities had taken their toll. She had to be 20 years younger than my neighbour. And she was leaving in the middle of the night. Had this been a paid encounter? Maybe he was also on a business trip and had taken the opportunity to cheat on his wife. My first meeting next day wasn't until 10.00 a.m., so I didn't leave the hotel until after 9.00. As I shut my door, I saw the door to room 4 was wide open. A cleaner's trolley stood alongside the doorway and as I moved closer, I saw two condom wrappers in the trolley's waste bin. No sign of the cleaner, so I took the opportunity to have a quick look inside. As I had guessed from the noise last night, the room was a mirror image of my room. The beds were back to back, which would make it difficult to have sex without the neighbours hearing. The sheets and doona had been pushed down to the bottom of the bed, exposing a large, slightly damp circular mark on the fitted sheet. It looked too big to be a cum stain. Had the woman peed or ejaculated when she came? Just as I turned to leave, I saw a bit of white fabric poking out from between the end of the mattress and the bed clothes. I tugged on the fabric and discovered a pair of white boyshorts, with a small tear in one leg and a faint yellow stain in the crotch. It seemed last night's visitor had left some of her clothing behind, though perhaps, seeing they were ripped, she had been that bothered. I slipped them into the inside pocket of my suit coat. As I passed reception at the foot of the stairs, the receptionist was playing with her phone. "Have a nice day," she said, insincerely, barely looking up from the screen. "I already have," I said, flashing her a smile.