1 comments/ 45153 views/ 6 favorites The Hotel Window By: jthserra Clark looked out the window of his hotel room at the highway below. After being stuck in the traffic for what seemed like an hour, he was finally able to pull into the parking lot and walk into the hotel where his wife sat in the lobby waiting for him. "I was worried about you," she said, standing up from the plush chair. "Yeah, there was a wreck out there, police, fire trucks and ambulance all around, it must have been bad." "I wanted to take a shower before we went out to dinner, but now that it's so late..." "Go ahead, that traffic is at a dead stop now. It doesn't look like we are going anywhere soon. We'll go up, you take your shower and we can come down for dinner." "Or we could order room service." "Well, yeah... we could do that," he replied, "let's go up." They walked to the elevator lobby and pushed the up button. While they were waiting, she ran her fingers through her auburn hair, letting the curls cascade onto her shoulders. "I think I'll wash my hair since we are getting room service." Stepping into the elevator they pressed 14 and leaned close together. Just as the door was closing a couple of kids in bathing suits rushed in. One of them pressed 18 and leaned on the wall as water dripped onto the carpet. Clark and his wife move apart a bit and watched at the floors counted off in digital red. Reaching their floor, they stepped off and as the door closed, she pressed him against the wall, leaning onto him. Her breasts flattened as she press tight against him and kissed him. "I do declare, Claire, I think you are trying to seduce me." "Trying?" she responded, reaching a hand to his crotch. "Judging by this I think I am doing a pretty good job of it." Clark took a deep breath as she pulled away from him and headed to their room as he adjusted himself and followed her. She slipped the card in the slot and opened the door, he followed quickly behind her. Just inside he went to grab her, but she slipped into the bathroom and shut the door. He heard her through the door, "I'm gonna take my shower, then well see about seduction." Taking off his shirt, Clark walked over to the window and pulled the curtains back. He had a bird's eye view of the accident now. Sitting on the bed and removing his shoes, he noticed that the wreck was not as bad as it had seemed while he was in traffic. It was a mess sure, but it looked like the ambulances were there just as a precaution. From his vantage point it appeared an eighteen-wheeler jackknifed, dumping a load of lumber all over the roadway. Apparently one of the pieces of lumber pierced his fuel tank, spilling diesel fuel over the roadway. The police had the road shut down while the fire department washed down the fuel. A small crane was standing by waiting for the firemen to finish so they could start picking up the lumber. Clark looked up the road at the long line of traffic at a dead stop. "Boy I'm glad I didn't get stuck out there like them," he thought to himself. "Stuck out there with nothing to do," he whispered, tilting his head a bit with the inklings of an idea. He walked to the rooms foyer and turned on the two wall mounted light fixtures over the side wall by the bed. He then went and turned off the lamp near the window and moved it out of the way. Opening the curtains a bit wider, he looked out over the wreck, with all those people stuck in traffic. Now that he turned out the light near the window, he could see out without much reflection. He realized that with the other lights on, the people out there could see him watching them. He was in silhouette for sure, but they could see him. He finished undressing and waited for his wife. As she came out of the bathroom, Clark felt himself harden some in anticipation. She had a towel wrapped around her head but wore nothing else. He rose to greet her in a couple of ways. "The curtains," she whispered. "Yeah, I thought it might be interesting. The wrecks not that bad, but traffic is stopped. I figured why not give them something to do." "I'm not so..." "Oh come on Claire, with the way I've got the lights they'll only see a silhouette, they won't really see you. Besides, you'll never, ever see those people." Claire walked over by the window, and keeping close to the curtain, shyly peeked out. "There is a lot of traffic out there with no where to go." Clark squeezed up behind her, his cock resting against her ass and he reached his hands around and began caressing her breasts. He noticed her nipples were already hard, and reaching down between her legs, he found she was very wet. Yes, it looked like she was getting excited about this. Still behind her, he side-stepped, urging her out to the middle of the window. They turned slightly, giving the audience an excellent profile view. As Clark caressed her breast with one hand, he found her clit with the fingers of the other hand. While he touched her, she swiveled her hips, grinding her ass on his cock. They continued in that sexual dance, both watching outside, wondering just how many people noticed the free show they offered. Clare spread her legs wider, giving Clark better access to her pussy as he felt her press herself onto his hand as they moved together. She turned her head back to him and whispered, "I want you now!" He moved his hand to her waist, showing her how to bend forward. She rested on arm on the window frame and pressed her face against the glass. It felt warm from the heat outside. She then shuffled her feet wider and reached underneath herself to guide Clark's cock into her dripping pussy. She stood motionless while he worked himself in and then withdrew slightly. When she felt him sliding into her again, she pressed back against him, taking his full length. He reached around grabbing her slim waist and pulled and pushed her as his cock felt the wet, warmth of her. Looking out of they window, they both noticed several of the workers looking up at the window, and also saw that a number of cars had rolled down their window. Inspired by the spectators, Claire reached between her legs and began massaging her clit, moving her ass in a slightly circular motion. Trying to keep up with Claire, Clark moved his hands, squeezing the fingers into her soft, fleshy hips. He began pulling her onto his throbbing cock, all the time watching the people watch them. Claire moaned and pressed hard onto his cock, soaking him as she came in pulsing waves. Moments later, excited by Claire's climax, Clark's cock exploded spraying his hot come deep into his wife's pussy. For a moment he stood motionless, his cock pushed as deeply into Claire as possible, then they both collapsed on their sides onto the bed. Feeling his cock slip out of her as they fell, Clark pressed himself against her, his wet cock, still slightly hard, sliding over her ass. They laid there on the bed, catching their breath for a few seconds and then sat up, looking outside. Several of the spectators, seeing the silhouettes appear again began waving and applauding. Claire stood up and holding both breasts in her hands, took a quick bow, walked over to the curtain and pulled it closed. She looked back at Clark, still sitting on the bed watching her and said, "How about that room service now, performing makes me hungry." Clark grabbed the room service menu and replied, "Me too. Hey, care for putting on a little show for the bellhop?" The towel she had been unraveling from her hair hit Clark square in the face. "Well perhaps a brief intermission until after we eat," he said with a smile. Claire could only smile back, slowly shaking her head. The Hotel Window Story Ch. 01 Once we're back in the room and I hear the door shut behind us, I slowly open my eyes. After what we've just done, in an elevator of all places, the room somehow looks surprisingly normal. I walk into the room and catch sight of myself in the mirror. Big mistake. Shirt wide open and breasts full on display, horribly wrinkled skirt still bunched up some in back, and shiny, itchy, snail-trails down the insides of my legs. I can't believe I just walked down a hallway full of doors with peepholes in them looking like this. I see you in the mirror come up behind me. You wrap your arms around me and take hold of my breasts, rubbing them softly. I can see you smiling over my shoulder, amused at my condition and my self-appraisal. I reach behind me to hug you to me, and ask if that guy stayed on the elevator. You start laughing and say that you'll never tell. Letting go of me, you give me a smack on my ass and tell me to go take a shower - I'm a mess. As there's no way I can argue with that, I grab a robe and head into the bathroom. After I'm done scrubbing down in the shower, I start to run my fingers between my legs, remembering what it felt like to have you fuck me like that in the elevator. It felt great. Kinda scary and a lot unnerving, but great nonetheless. I can't stop wondering if that guy was there for it all, nor can I make up my mind whether or not I want him to have been there. I know one of these days you'll tell me, but it won't be for a while. You know that I'll be thinking about it on and off for a while, getting a charge out of the not knowing. As I'm doing now, I realize, finding myself circling my clit and getting wet even with the water running down. Tempting as it is to keep going, I know you have something more planned for tonight, and I don't want to ruin the anticipation. Instead, I grab the soap and razor, deciding to give you my own surprise, shaving off all the hair until I'm baby smooth. Once I'm out of the shower, I can hear you doing something out in the room. It sounds like you're moving furniture around, but there's just not that much to move...it's a hotel room. I call out to ask what you're up to and you just tell me not to peek - it's a surprise. Shrugging my shoulders, I continue to towel-off, carefully patting my cunt dry and feeling for any missed spots. When I'm done, I put the robe on and ask if it's ok to come out yet. You tell me I can open the door, but not come out. So I do, and see that the room is dark except for a scattering of candles, with classical music playing in the background. I shut off the bathroom light and just stand there, loving that you've done this. I see that you've undressed down to your boxers, and when you come over and give me a kiss, I can feel your hardness pressing against me. You take me by the hand and lead me over to the balcony doors. The candlelight is soft enough that we can still see outside, see the cars driving by below and the lights of the city all around us, but also bright enough that we can faintly see our reflections in the glass, you standing behind me with your arms around me. As I watch, you untie the belt on my robe, letting it fall to the floor. The robe falls open just the tiniest bit, giving only a hint of what's behind it...a glimpse of breast and belly and thigh. You reach up and pull the robe down slowly off my shoulders until it falls into a pile at our feet. I close my eyes as I feel you run your hands along my body, stopping when you discover my surprise. I open my eyes to see you cup your hand over my entire cunt, slipping a finger along my slit, marveling at how different it feels without the hair, staring at it in the reflection. You come around to my front, getting down on your knees in front of me, just staring at me. I shut my eyes again, feeling self-concious, and feel you once again touch me...running your hand down from my belly, across my now-smooth mound, along my lips and back up again. You push my legs farther apart, open me up, and I feel first the warmth of your breath and then the heat of your tongue as you lean in and give my clit a soft lick. I nearly cum then and there. If you had licked me a second time, I definitely would have. Standing back up, you once more move behind me. I can feel your cock find it's place against my ass. You start biting my neck while you reach in front and massage my breasts, rubbing my nipples between your fingers until you have them nice and hard. You pinch one of them, dragging a low moan of pleasure from me, and move your other hand down to my cunt, feeling how hot and wet I am, teasing my lips and not quite touching my clit. I start to move my hips towards your hand trying to angle you into me, but you just keep taunting me. I open my eyes to see you watching me in the reflection, smiling darkly at my reactions. Without taking my eyes from yours I reach behind me and wrap my hands around your cock through the silk, seeing your eyes shut and hearing you sigh with satisfaction. Slowly I stroke you, rubbing the head of your cock up and down the crack of my ass. You bring your hands to my shoulders, turning me toward you and pushing me down to my knees. Grabbing a nearby chair, you place it in front of the window and stand before it, nudging me into place with your foot. I again kneel in front of you, leaning forward to wrap my arms around your legs, take your ass in my hands, and rub my cheek against your cock through your boxers. Feeling a slight tremble from you, I slowly pull your shorts down, briefly taking your head in my mouth as it comes free, and sucking it clean. You sit in the chair, having me pull your shorts off completely, and you spread your legs for me, leaning back and pulling my head to your erect cock as you do so. I lean and take you in hand, wrap my warm fingers around you, stroking you up and down, and look up into your eyes as I place a wet kiss on the tip of your cock, licking off what I've milked out. Slowly, I lick you...starting at the tip, running my tongue around under your ridge, and kiss and lick my way down to your balls, all the time still stroking you with my hand. I softly take one of your balls into my mouth, sucking it gently, rolling it around on my tongue, and eventually letting it go, grazing it ever so lightly with my teeth, so I can do the same with the other. Once more I take you in my mouth, sucking on you, pulling you in deeper. You take my head between your hands and start moving me up and down on you, making me fuck you with my mouth. I feel you tense up in my hands and know you're about to cum, so I start to suck you harder, grip you firmer, and with a loud moan, you start to cum in my mouth. I swallow as fast as I can, but some still leaks out...I can feel it running down your cock and onto my hands and your balls as you buck beneath me. With a final shudder, you stop cumming and push me off of you. I sit back and wait for you to catch your breath, licking your cum from my hands, one finger at a time. When you finally open your eyes, you watch me, waiting until I'm done. Without moving, you tell me to clean up the mess I made. And I eagerly do so, licking every inch of you, stretching my tongue where it's hard to reach, and savoring every last bit. The Hotel Window Story Ch. 02 When I am done cleaning you, you pull me up to stand in front of you so that you're straddling my legs. With one hand, you reach out and once more start teasing my wet cunt - looking up at me when you feel how just how wet I am - and start sliding your fingers in and out of me, and randomly brushing against my clit. You move your hand up to my breasts and wipe your fingers on my nipples, leaning forward to suck on them one at a time. When you've had your fill, you gently push me back and tell me to go stand in front of the window. I look past my own reflection without seeing it and start to look around at the city. It's a beautiful old city, and is peppered heavily with tall office buildings. I can see a scattering of people in their individual offices, diligently burning the midnight oil. And blessedly clueless about me standing there naked - they're too well-lit to be able to see out and see me watching them. You come up behind me and ask me what I see, smiling as I tell you. You then ask if I'd like any of them to look up and see you standing there. I say that I don't know. Normally, the answer would be no, but we're far from home and far from anyone we'd know...it's tempting to play knowing there's someone watching. With a big smile, you begin to point to a specific window. I follow your finger, looking closely at the windows in that area, and suddenly see that there actually is someone watching! He's very hard to see as the office is dark, but with some light spilling in from somewhere behind him, he can just be made out. I immediately turn around and bury my face in your chest, mortified that I've been putting myself on display like that. Of course my ass is still on display, but like small children everywhere believe that what I can't see, can't see me. I ask when you noticed that guy there, and you tell me it was when we were standing there earlier...and add that yes, he did see me suck you off, right down to licking you clean. I cringe at your words. And at the same time feel a betraying tingle between my legs. I once again remember that this is one of your favorite fantasies - to have someone watch us, and for us to put on a show for that someone. And to a lesser extent, it's also one of mine...although one I thought would stay safely in my head. Unlike in the elevator earlier, I can't grasp at the ignorance lifeline...there is no denying there's a guy watching this time. You slowly start to turn me back to the window. As you do so, I shut my eyes tight. You see this and tell me to open them, you want me to watch us being watched. I shake my head at this and you give me a choice - eyes closed and lights on full, or eyes open and we stick with the candlelight. Oh God. Taking a deep breath, I slowly open my eyes and with much trepidation, search out our voyeur. I finally see him, and am pretty sure I can see him stroking himself through his pants. Involuntarily I once more shut my eyes. You of course see this - you are watching me in the reflection - and give my ass a hard slap. My eyes fly open and I look at you in the window. You tell me that that's what's going to happen every time you catch me not looking at our audience. And each time it happens after this, it's going to be bent over, ass to the window, with more added each time. I look into your eyes and see that you're dead serious...you will really do this to me. Oh God oh God oh God. I tear my eyes from yours and once more look to our watcher, thoroughly humiliated, and even more humiliating, thoroughly turned on. As I look into this shadowy strangers eyes, you take my hands and spread-eagle them above my head against the window frame so that I'm leaning forward a little, my breasts swinging gently away from my body with the movement. You then move my feet wide apart, crawling between them so that you now kneel in front of me, reaching up to spread the lips of my cunt as you start to lick me there. As soon as you touch me, I begin to moan softly...partly in pleasure, partly because I want so badly to just shut my eyes but don't dare. Against my will, I begin to press my hips against your mouth, wanting to feel you inside of me. You sit back on your heels and put your hand where your mouth was, sliding in a few fingers while your thumb lightly rubs my clit. I shamelessly start to move around on your hand, trying to fuck it. I can see the guy across the way...he's pulled his cock out and is slowly stroking it, in sync with the sway of my hips and breasts. As I start to tense up, getting ready to cum, you take your hand away, leaving me standing there, feeling breathless and very cheated. Without thinking, I look down at you, wondering why you've stopped. As I see the smile grow on your face, I can feel my own turn red with shame, realizing what I've done. "Come down here, hun," you say to me softly. I lower myself to my knees next to you. You lean over and kiss me, long and soft, gently massaging my breasts as you do. Then with a hard squeeze of my nipples, you whisper in my ear that I've been a bad girl and bad girls need to be punished; to get on my hands and knees and get ready to pay. Turning away from you, shaking at what's to come, I get into position. You spread my legs a little and I can feel the air on my cunt, wondering how visible it is, and how visibly turned on I am. As I brace myself for what's to come I think about that guy across the way, seeing me about to get spanked like a truculent little girl, and wondering what his reaction is...is he amused? Turned on? Indifferent?? Almost unconsciously, I arch my back and raise my ass a little more, hoping I'm pleasing both of my men by doing so. It seems to work - you begin to rub my ass, sliding your hand from cheek to cheek, and down almost to my cunt as well, teasing me. Just when I start to relax and enjoy the feel of your hand, you pull back and give my ass a really hard slap, making me jerk forward from the impact. At first all I feel is the brief but sharp sting of the slap, but within seconds I can feel the blood rushing to my ass where you hit me, and the flood of warmth it brings. As I feel the heat gather there, you spank me once again, hard, and this time it's more than just a sting. I can hear myself moaning, from pain and pleasure and confusion - the slaps really hurt yet at the same time the pain seems to send a charge straight to my cunt and I can feel it too being hot with desire. You continue to spank me several more times, and by the time you finish, I'm trembling all over. My ass feels like it's on fire - I reach a hand back there and can feel the heat radiating from it before I even make contact. You take my hand in yours and slowly rub it over my ass, both of us feeling how hot it is. As we do this, I idly wonder if the watcher can see how red my ass must be, if he is imagining it's his hand working back and forth across it. I pull my hand out from under yours and lean forward so that my forearms are flat on the floor and my head is resting on them. All I want is to feel you inside of me...it's overwhelming how much I need you right now. With the invitation implicit in my position, I whisper to you to please fuck me. "Not yet, hun," I hear you say softly, and I want to cry with frustration. Instead of feeling your cock slide smoothly into my cunt, you gently spread my ass cheeks apart, still massaging them as you do so. And then I feel it - the barest movement of air as you bring your face to my ass and start to kiss and lightly bite it. I begin to squirm at your touch, wanting more, wanting to feel the coolness of your tongue where I am burning. And you comply. I can feel the tip of your tongue very lightly teasing at my rear hole. As you do this, a shudder runs through my body. No one's ever done this to me before, and the feeling is indescribably erotic. I begin to moan, saying "please...please" over and over again, the sounds coming from deep within me, the only vocalization I am capable of. Arching my back even more, I press my ass back against your tongue, needing more. Again, you comply. I can feel your tongue force it's way into me, wriggling around inside. I can feel your hot breath on my ass and on my cunt, and know that if I feel it on my clit as well, I am done for. You know this as well; as one of your hands moves to my cunt, sliding in and around it, you carefully avoid touching me there. With a nearly seamless movement, you pull your tongue from my ass and replace it with a finger slick with my lust. While you slide that finger deeply in and out of me, you move around to my side and take hold of one of my breasts with your other hand. Firmly grasping my nipple, you squeeze it hard, knowing what that does to me. As you do this, I feel another finger pressing up against my ass, and I back right onto it, forcing it into me, stretching me farther. You start talking to me then, saying that you can't believe I'm ass-fucking your hand while some stranger looks on. You tell me what a slut I am, that I have no shame. And it's true. I'd do absolutely anything you asked me to right now. I'm too consumed by what you have done and are doing to me...I just want more. Of anything you're willing to give me. Letting go of my breast you move behind me again, pulling me a little to the side at the same time. As you do this, you tell me it's so that anyone who's watching will have a clear view of me getting fucked in the ass, and will get to see how much I like at the same time. As you work a third finger in me, you touch the tip of your cock against my cunt, rubbing it between my lips, making sure it gets nice and wet. Without any warning, you slam all the way into me. Your belly presses your fingers deeper into my ass as you go in as far as you can. I'm pushed forward a bit on the carpet and can feel the burn on my arms and knees...it's just one more sensation that's become tied in with the feel of you inside me, and it feels wonderful. Slowly you pull back out of me, letting the tip of your cock rest just within the grip of my lips, telling me that anyone can see how wet I am, how much of a slut I am. Then you force your cock deep inside of me again, saying only a slut could take being fucked like this and like it. After a few more thrusts, you pull yourself out of me completely - both fingers and cock - and leave me empty and whimpering on the carpet. "Are you a slut?" you ask me. "Yes," I simply say. "Yes, what?" "Yes, baby, I'm a slut." And it's true...I am a slut. I can't believe how much I need you back inside of me right now. "Tell me, slut. Do you want me to fuck you here in front of this window, in front of that stranger?" Oh God. "Yeah, baby, I do." "What if I told you we've got an audience at this point? That so far I've counted six separate people watching. Do you still want me to fuck you? To have all those people see you take in the ass like the slut you are?" Yikes! This gives me pause. You sense my hesitation and reach out to slowly run your finger along my cunt and up my ass, teasing me with what I'd be missing out on. With a shudder, I realize it's a no-brainer: I want you. Plain and simple. Any way I can have you. "Please, Shane...I just want you to fuck me. I don't care who sees. I don't care who thinks I'm a slut because I'm only your slut, and your slut needs to feel you inside of her. Please!!" With that, you say the magic words "good girl," and once more move behind me. Again without warning you plunge your cock deep into my cunt, getting yourself good and wet. I cry out with pleasure, so grateful to have you once more inside me. With your fingers, you spread the juices leaking out of my cunt up to my other hole, pushing them in and getting me ready for your cock. After asking me if I'm ready, you leave my cunt and I start to feel the head of your cock pressing against my ass. I push gently back against you, feeling myself stretch open around you. Slowly, slowly you push forward until I feel my ass close around the head of your cock. You hold there a moment, letting me get used to how you feel - and you feel amazing - then start to slide back and forth in me, going a little farther each time. Within seconds of getting all the way in me, you start to all-out fuck me in the ass. I can feel you coming in from the side, making sure anyone watching can see your cock, still shiny and wet from my cunt, going in and out of my ass. You never pull back far enough so that your head comes out, but you definitely thrust in far enough and hard enough so that I can feel your balls slapping up against my cunt. Between the tight feel of my ass around your cock and having strangers watch you fuck me like the slut I am, you're soon ready to cum. I can feel you tighten up inside of me and so reach between my legs to rub my clit in time with your thrusts, wanting to cum when you do. When you start to throb inside of me, filling my ass with your spend, I let go as well and nearly faint with how powerful my orgasm is. My body starts bucking up against you of it's own will, taking as much as it can get in these last few seconds. As we both start to come down, you lie down over the top of me, breathing hard, and holding me tight. My legs and arms are so shaky it's all I can do to stay up on my knees. As you soften up and slide out of me, you sit back, resting on your heels, and look at me. Without your arms around me holding me up, I crumple to the floor in a sloppy, well-satisfied ball, smiling up at you. With a contented sigh, you reach behind you and pull the curtains shut, no longer interested in what's out there. You get up, walk around the room putting all but one of the candles out, and then come help me up and into bed. Snuggling up tight against you, I drift off to sleep, thoroughly sated, and sleepily ecstatic that we got to have one of your favorite fantasies come true.