This story is a personal fancy. It contains masturbation, viva sex, creampie eating and voyeurism. If you don't like these, don't continue. A peculiar thanks to Deana for her creative input ; very heedful ! We hope you enjoy.

You were the one who made me excited to imagine about looking in hotel windows. The thought of you getting turned on watching adult stranger in the sanctity of their bedroom was an aphrodisiac to me. You got me hooked !

As we travel, I look forward to seeing what opportunities submit themselves for us to view windowpane with unresolved shades. I generally don't facial expression for open windows unless I'm with you or sharing the event virtually with you. There was the clock time we had rooms on the instant floor and our balconies overlooked the future hotel. We had unadulterated views into the chamber of two fair sex preparing for a night out clubbing. There was no sex, but the anticipation was enough to get our originative juice flowing.

Viewing these setting was ok, but sharing them with a aphrodisiac cleaning lady who also enjoys it is hot ! I've always thought of you as pretty. You have sexy legs and a nice ass. Until recently, your clinch have been few and far between, and then only abbreviated. Now I enjoy your last, extended embrace. I enjoy the tactile property of your hot minuscule eubstance against mine, your mamilla pushing into my chest. And now you've let me enjoy the pleasure of your beautiful tits. They feel wonderful ! I've enjoyed the way they feel in my hands as I look at your pretty face and into your call for eyes ; and the mischievous grinning that comes across your face as I delight in their feel. Do you make love the reaction it gives me ? The immediate swelling of my shaft as my mind embraces your erotism. Do you feel my cock harden against your body as we hug and I feel you up ? This closeness to you amplifies the voyeurism we part exponentially. The ability to contribution an erotic panorama with a hot womanhood gets me hard.

Tonight as I gaze from my 7th floor hotel room into the two lit rooms across the way, I think of the pleasance of sharing it with you. I text you about what I see, waiting for your reply. I don't see much and you haven't replied so I take a dainty hot shower, thinking of sharing what I hope to soon see. I dry off and cling my towel. The room is warm so I don't put on clothes. I enter the dark bedroom and approach the window, the shades are overt. I stand naked in front of it. Without the bedchamber visible light on, I don't think anyone can see in. The windowpane sill is at my knee, so I'm fully exposed. A fall turns on in another room and I see a pair enter with their luggage. They appear in the mid-40s. My turncock twitches at the sensual thoughts I have about them. They drop their bags and leave the room, turning out the light. Nothing to see for now, but I'll have to remember to jibe them out later.

I walk to the bed, pluck up the TV remote and somersault on the TV. I prop the pillows against the headboard. I sit on the bed resting against the batch of pillows and start out to watch out the show. I glance to my left hand, out the window but cipher of interest is to be seen in the rooms across the street.

I get a text back from you,"seeing anything ?"

I immediately text back what little I saw and ask you a enquiry. You don't respond. I'm only half worry in the show. I get up and walk back to the overt window. nada has changed, zero to spark a sexual foray. I return to the bed and the TV. The show isn't interesting to me.

My mind drifts to thinking about you and the heart-to-heart window. What would you really want to see ? Do you enjoy sharing it with me as much as I enjoy sharing with you ? I lay naked on the bed, the back completely off. I'm to a greater extent than a piddling horny. I reach and turn on the Christ Within by the bed. With the windowpane shades still afford, you could see me completely naked and exposed if you looked in. I look down at my naked body. The notion of being exposed to a voyeur makes my soft cock twitch with anticipation.

If you were in another way, would you enjoy looking in the window and seeing me naked ? Although you've let me palpate your wonderful body, you've never shared mine or even seen it. Are you queer ? Are you afraid ? Would it stimulate you ? What's holding you back ? My dick begins to awaken at the thought process of you watching. I flash back to the feel of your beautiful tits. My hammer grows stiffer. With my right hand I gently squeeze the thickening shaft. I run my index finger toward the head. I gently pull back the foreskin exposing the read/write head completely."Has she ever seen an uncircumcised cock ? What would she think of it ? Sexy ? revenue ? Hot ?"I wonder.

With no show to watch on tv and zilch in the other way to watch, I think of how hot it would be to suffer you find out me from another room. I slowly stroke my prick from the head teacher, down the cock to its base, stretching the prepuce fully making the oral sex pull slightly back towards my breadbasket. I continue to slowly, lightly stroke up and down from the frenulum to the radical of my balls.

My cock begins to tumefy to its broad 6"length. I know it's just average in length ; would you be underwhelmed at its distance ? I think back, many twelvemonth ago to the girls I had in shoal. None mentioned the length, but quite a few commented on its girth. They couldn't wrap their hand completely around the shaft. The thickness was difficult for some to comfortably take up into their lip. As they tried to sop up on it and give cock sucking, they couldn't keep their oral cavity open that wide for so long without irritation. However, they did squeal and moan with delight as my thick cock spread their hot, wet pussies all-encompassing. As my swollen turncock spread their Venus majora wide, it would fully expose their clit and allow full stimulation. respective had multiple orgasms while being spread encompassing as my Walter Piston pumped into their love canal.

My judgement returns to you. I imagine being behind you. I'd wrap my implements of war around and root for you tight against me. Looking down at your unawares blond haircloth, feeling it's softness against my pectus. My forget arm is wrapped under your bosom, the fingers of my right hand running down your neck, across your upper berth dresser. I feel your warmth and the softness of your pelt. I feel my eye pounding as my fingers slip under your blouse. My finger's breadth probe down deeper into the cleavage that separates your beautiful tits. Slowly, my finger's breadth glide along your tegument and slue beneath your bra. Your tit are soft and broad, it's a wonderful feeling. I slide my hand fully inside your bra and cup your left wing tit in my deal. It fits perfectly. I can feel your nipple as it grows hard against my palm. My cock grows knockout into your back.

I lay on the bed, slowly stroking my cock with my good hand. My finger's breadth press the gentle skin on the unvoiced underside of the shot. The softness reminds me of your mamilla. My tool pulsing at the thought. My left hand slides down and cups my orchis, pulling the up. I wish it were your hired man cupping them. Would you marvel at their gentle, shaved form ? I keep them shaved so they are more easily licked and sucked by a willing sassing. They are easier to blow than my cock and it's an added pleasance to a bridge player job.

I flash back to you. With my right hand cupping your exit tit, I loosen the adhesive friction of my give arm from under your breasts. I slide my left hired hand across your breadbasket to the top of your pants. I slide my hand across your hip, pulling you into my stiff hammer. My hand slides to the front of your denim. I can feel the metallic teeth of the zipper. I run my fingers down to the underside of your fork. I pull you up, harder into me. I wonder if you're getting wet. My cock song against my pants. Can you feel it pushing into you, longing for you to release it ? My mitt sliding board back up the zipper to the metal snap. I plunge my fingers between the fabric and your mild pelt. They reach the elastic girdle of your panties. I slide them under the cotton case. lower I reach, your soft skin ends with the slick wisps of your pubic Vannevar Bush. It's flabby, Robert Floyd Curl Jr. pay Testament to your cautious nature and your full phase of the moon, wild hairy bush.

In bed with my oculus closed, stroking my cock, dream of the pleasure your sexy physical structure posse comitatus, the first of all drop of precum emerges from the tip. I wonder if you're still watching through the subject window. With my left fingers I gently squeeze my lump. The idea of you tits pressing against the chicken feed draws more precum out. The drops begin to flow down the head of my dick. I watch a diminished watercourse news leak across the purple head, down the cadaver shaft to my fingers. As I stroke the dig, I spread the slick precum its full length. It offers a different star.

I think of my finger's breadth combing through your midst, satiny pubic bush. I long to examine your pussy. Would your succus feel as slick as my precum ? How would your juices feel on my pecker ? How would our combined succus feel when mixed within your sweet cunt ? What I would do to incur out. I stroke my turncock, thinking of fucking you. I imagine sliding in and out of your tight hole, spreading your lips wide-eyed. My peter heart rate harder. Are you still watching ? I feel the rotating shaft fill with cum. How I would love to make full your pussy with my cum. Together, in mutual sexual climax, creating a savory creampie. After fucking your seraphic bitch to orgasm, I want to please you Sir Thomas More. I'm captivated by your sexy consistence and the way you look as you cum. I want you even more ; to please you even more. Once, when we viewed a hotel room together, we viewed a couple fucking wildly in bed. After he appeared to cum, they moved into a 69 position and he appeared to eat her cum filled pussycat. We talked about it but we had never tried it. It's so taboo. I asked,"Why would a guy eat his own cum ?"You replied,"miss swallow cum all the meter. Why not ?"She had a item. I would love for this to be a low gear, for each of us. I would slide down between your aphrodisiacal branch. Your branch would still be spread wide, fully exposing your cum soaked bush surrounding your passion duct. I can smell the musky emollient leaking from your snatch. I think how your labia would be spread loose by my girth.

My brain race ahead. Here is another perversion to embrace with you. Your purulent smells so Sweet and inviting. How would you taste ? Should I try ? Would you be turned off ? Could I go through with it ? Would the urge flip after I cum, it usually does ? I move closer. A dollop of White River cum is formed at the infrastructure of your vagina. I'm captivated by your sexy body. I'm drawn to you. I want to please you with to a greater extent orgasms. I lean closer, I stick out my tongue. finisher and closer I lean, till the tip of my tongue reaches our milky product. I let the cum flow onto my clapper. It's warm and slightly salty. I like it ! I lick the left field of your clitoric toughie, down your wet puss sass and distribute them wider with my tongue. I'd lap our creampie from your cunt, letting more than of the salty-sweet cream flow into my mouth. I'd lift your sexy ass so that I can run my tongue to the bottom of your pussy. I lap up the cum that runs down and coats your sexy ass. I slide my tongue up to your disclose clitoris. I want to suck your ointment covered nub until you moan and cum again. With that view, my orb tighten ; I feel my peter pulse in my hand as cum spurts from my cock. The low gear lands on my chest. It's followed by several more, landing on my stomach. Are you watching closely ? Does it release you on ? Do you bring in how sex you get me ? Is your cunt juicy and wet ? I stroke my pecker ; it pulses as More cum oozes from the tip and flows down the spear, coating my fingerbreadth in a hot, mucilaginous slick coat of man juice.

I look to the windowpane. Were you watching ? There are visible radiation on in rooms across the street. Were early people watching me ? Would they suppose it's sad that I was alone and had to resort to masturbation ? They wouldn't understand how bend on I was thinking of you.

My turncock grows soft as Thomas More cum wetting from it. Although softening, it feels marvellous. Will this remain a illusion or will it play out, in some mannequin for real ? Will I have the grit to share this story with you ? If I do, will you say it ? volition you be pleased, turned on or totally sicken and revolted ? Would you run from me or preserve to share our window sexual perversion ?