Hotel Windows

My hotel room looked out onto the city from the 19th floor. I left the curtains open so I could watch the sunset behind the buildings of this alien city. As night darkened the sky the light show of windows slowly blazing to life for their interior inhabitants looked like stars awakening all around me. I watched the lights show as the night grew darker.

From my window I could see other figures standing in the buildings that faced my hotel.  Many of the figures stood in fully lit rooms and were going about their lives while stopping to peer through the looking-glass onto the city.  Silhouettes of human figures were outlined and then disappear.  I became fascinated by their dancing to and from the window and then back again to stare back toward my hotel.  I wondered what was so fascinating about my building as opposed to theirs.  Of course it was then I realized that my voyeuristic behavior was being returned.  Though my intentions were not ill-founded I noticed that my room was mostly dark and that I had settled on a loveseat just outside of the glare of city lights shining in my room.  Maybe I realized that it was a bit creepy to be sitting there in such a way but when the silhouettes were returning their gazes, I realized that I was both voyeur and exhibitionist.

A light flickered on in one of the windows in the building directly across from mine, but a few stories higher than my 19th floor post.  The silhouette was no longer a shadowy figure but quite obviously a real person.  The woman stood there, topless.  Her healthy-sized breasts were naked and, even with the distance between our windows, I could make out their smoothly rounded contours and the color change where her nipples were.Though I was amazed to see her there she seemed unaffected by her sudden show.  She simply went about her business of changing clothes and soon covered her breasts with a bathrobe before the lights flickered off and she disappeared into the darkness that again consumed the window.

Realizing my own vulnerable position of being slightly lit from the back, I turned off all my lights attempting to hide my presence at my own window.  There was, of course, no way of knowing with certainty that those peering back toward my hotel window would not see me as a shadowy figure as well but I was more certain that I could remain anonymous.  So an anonymous shadow in the window is what I had reduced my evening to.  A predator of sorts is what I became looking for something to feast my eyes and fantasy upon.  I knew full well that it was possible that I too was being preyed upon and it ignited a thrill in me that I might be the object of another’s fantasy.

I decided not to disappoint my predator, if one existed.  I took off my clothing and stood naked in my room.  I believed that I was hidden from un-searching eyes but knew if a true predator was out there I would not be camouflaged in the unlit room.  I knew talented predators used telescopes and binoculars to seek their prey so I was certain I would not be so hidden.  I felt my cock start its pulse toward an erection.  I neither fought it nor hid it.  I let my eyes scan the windows, searching for prey of my own to ease its suffering.

The room where the large-breasted woman had exposed herself came to life again.  There was a light towards the back of the room and the windows curtains started to move.  I saw her darkened figure at the window as she closed her curtains.  She was not fully successful in doing so leaving enough of a crack in the blinds to allow me to see portions of her movement.  There was quite a bit of movement.  I could tell that she sat down on something, I presumed it must have been her bed.  Then there was more movement.  There was something more in the room.  Another person!  From her seated position I could see the other shadow stand in front of her.  The outline of her face looked up toward what must have been the other person’s face, which I could not see because it was hidden behind the curtain.  But the light behind her face revealed a parting of her lips…a smile?

A blackened outline of a stick, of sorts, appeared before her lips.  The stick disappeared suddenly in the woman’s mouth and I knew then that the woman’s co-shadow was a man and he was getting his cocked sucked.  I did not have the pleasure of hearing their sounds and I could not make out their features so I had to rely only on their action.  The outline of her head moved back and forth across the lighted back drop.  Sometimes she moved fast and at other times she moved slowly.  At times the figure in front of her face pushed back against her and his stomach and her head morphed into a giant ball of a shadow making it impossible to see where one person ended and the other began.  So it is the way sex is made to be.

Her head popped back from the massive shadow and near her face another shadow was moving in a feverish pace.  It was her hand jerking on her companion’s cock.  It was dizzyingly fast.  She stuck her chest out towards the “stick” and I could again see the outline of her tits.  Her chin tucked down looking toward the stick and her tits.  Her hand had slowed and I realized that she was positioning her body to take his come on her round breasts.  She stroked his cock and, after only a few moments, she tipped her head back upward and the outline of a smile could once again be seen.

I had my hand gently stroking my cock the entire time without being conscious of my own behavior.  I was simply responding, feeling.  I was now fully erect and could feel the pre-come at the tip of my cock.  I held back hoping there might be more from the window of the woman and the “stick” but soon the shadows moved and the lights went out.  Their evening was done and my hunt had only given me a taste of what I wanted.

My hand continued its grip on my cock and my eyes scanned floor by floor, building by building, hunting.  Shadows flitted in lighted windows and disappeared but nothing caught my eye.  Surely there will be more, I thought.  My eyes scanned each window attempting to pierce the blackness.  Approximately four stories higher than mine I looked up and saw the figure outlined in the window.  The shape of the body was broad shoulders with a narrow waist.  It was certainly the figure of a man.  He was staring back at my hotel though I did not know if he could see me.  He stood there for the longest time and I knew he was doing what I was doing, searching for any movement or clue, hunting.  I was motionless.  He propped a foot on something near the window and leaned his elbow against his crooked knee.  Gazing.  Searching. It was as if he had failed to realize his silhouette was obvious to everyone since he had left a light on in a room at his back.  But I could clearly see him.

In the window immediately to his right a light snapped on.  It was an adjoining room to the one in which the man stood.  I could tell because the light behind the man showed brighter now once the light in the other room had come on.  But what caught my eye at that moment was another shadow-figure moving across the newly lighted room.  This figure was much smaller, petite.  The sideways stance of the figure revealed the curves that only a woman could have.  And though the room was fully lit I could not make out any colors of the woman, such as clothing, because of the way the light was at her back.  It was insufferable the torture of not having a clear vision of what she looked like.  I only had her outlined, shapely figure.

The woman sat down on what appeared to be a couch and she had turned on a television. The new bluish light helped me none in seeing more of her, only more shadows.  But when she flopped back against the couch and raised bent knees, I was able to see from my angle that her legs were spread apart.  Her arm moved across her thigh and she held an object in her hand.  The object motioned upwards and fell routinely. It was only then that I understood what was happening: the couple was a team in this voyeur and exhibitionist game.

I paid less attention to the man and focused on his female partner.  She was fucking what I was certain was a vibrator.  Her knees would shift side-to-side ever so often and she would adjust her position on the couch.  I kept tugging at my cock hoping to see her body shake with an orgasm.  She continued to allow her vibrator to massage her pussy while I absorbed as much detail as the shadows in the window would allow.  Suddenly her male partner moved,  as if he had just realized his exposed position, and he walked back toward the light.  In that moment it was clear the man was a athletically muscular man with dark skin.  His arm moved up toward the wall and the primary light was snuffed out.  His outlined head appeared in the crack of a lighted doorway and, in the other room, the woman sat up and, after a brief discussion, nodded and fell back against the couch.  The door closed and the man disappeared.  I could not see him at all in the room.

Thinking about this couple it became clear that the woman was like a siren, drawing

passing eyes towards her window for her male partner to prey upon.  She, obviously an exhibitionist, masturbated for others to see.  It thrilled her.  It aroused her.  The thought of others got her worked up and turned her on so she made sure all eyes could peer in upon her by keeping the curtains open wide.  But what really got her was to know that her partner was in the other room, masturbating while watching others.  He could be jerking off watching others jerk off at the vision of his female partner’s masturbatory antics.  But he could also simply be watching yet another person masturbating in the hotel in which I was staying.  Regardless, knowing her partner was getting off, in the end, was what made her climax.
Soon, she was doing just that.  Her body started moving, shifting.  Her bent knees disappeared and I could see the length of her thighs and an outline of the vibrator moving fast against her body with the flexing of her wrist and forearm.  Just as she came the man’s shadow burst into the room.  His erect cock jutted from his hips.  He raised the woman’s legs and he positioned himself between her thighs.  They became one mass of shadow, but their bucking motion told me he was deep inside her pussy.

He fucked her fast.  His hips lunged back and forth disappearing into her dark mass.  The woman’s torso suddenly lurched upward and her outlined head snapped back.  I imagined her climactic moan as her body writhed with release.  The man’s head then arched and his hips slowed.  My hand yanked fast on my cock as we all came with only the distance between our buildings and the hotel window separating us.