For John it was another February business trip, this time a 3-day conference in Atlanta. It was unusually cold and there were the usual “business dinners” he could have attended. He decided those boring, high calorie, semi drunken events were not on his agenda. He was late in getting on his New Year’s resolution to get in shape and lose a few pounds. He opted to be good. At 40 years old he knew he had to work at keeping in shape. “Ahhh to be 20 again.” The hotel gym was small with only a few machines; an elliptical and a treadmill. A half hour of elliptical while listening to the news on the TV was as good as it got. “At least I worked up a sweat” he thought as he returned to his room on the 8th floor.
As usual, it was another lonely night alone in a hotel room. He was in his underwear and had a t-shirt on. Throughout the night, he’d been trading texts with friends. He longed for the phone calls with a real girlfriend. It was years since he had a girl that was fun and sexually exciting. All the girls in the past 5 years were, by his definition, boring and slightly above prudish. Sex in bed, an occasional blowjob, never swallow and no excitement or experimenting. Where were the girls from his college days? They would fuck anywhere, anytime, any way possible. Girls today acted like nuns.
“Should I go to the bar and try my luck?” He wondered. “Nah, too much effort for little chance at reward.”
He flipped through the channels of the TV; nothing of interest tonight he said to himself. He walked to the window. It faced another large hotel across a narrow street. “Not much of a view.” he thought to himself. “So much for a picturesque view of Atlanta’s skyline.”
He opened his iPad and went to his favorite site with stories, sex stories. He found a few new ones that had some good parts. One was one where a couple kept betting each other on sports games. The loser had to perform some act that involved risk. If the guy won, she had to expose herself in public. As the story continued, every time she lost, the bet got her more exposed. It was well written and he was getting turned on. Maybe it was the story or maybe the room was hot. In either case, he took off his shirt.
After finishing the story, I went back to the window. There were a few people in a couple of rooms across the street. Most were very innocent, going about their chores of sitting in front of a TV. John didn’t consider himself a peeping Tom; he just looked when it was out in the open. He was about to quit when someone flipped on a light across the street, one floor below his. Behind a lace curtain, a woman appeared. She looked to be about 40, slender with long dark hair. She had on slacks and a long sleeve blouse. He could see her slip out of her high heeled shoes and take a big stretch. She unbuckled her pants and dropped them to the floor. She bent down, picked them up, and tossed them into a chair. Next she unbuttoned 2 or 3 buttons of her blouse, then in one motion pulled it over her head. The stood motionless in her bra and panties, she stretched her hands high above her head, then down to the floor. “She must have had a long day too.” he mused.
She straightened up, reached back and unfastened her bra. She flung it to the chair. Her tits were average size; maybe a small B cup. They seemed full and didn’t droop. Next she turned from the window, put her thumbs in the panties waistband, pushed down and wiggled her ass as they dropped to the floor. She had a nice ass; not too big or too small. She didn’t turn around; he didn’t know if she was shaved or had a full bush.
He was very interested, getting hotter and a little chubby, maybe a little more than chubby. Then she left the room and turned off the light. He watched for a few minutes to see if she came back; she didn’t.
He went back to his iPad. He read a few more stories. His ‘Chubby’ turned hard. His cock strained against his underwear. It became uncomfortable.
This story was about a wife getting excited about a new male neighbor. She begins to flirt with him and dress a little sexy for him every chance she gets. She tells her husband and it excites both of them and increases the heat of their sex life.
The details about her flirting make him hornier. He held the iPad with one hand and rests his left hand on his cock. He can feel the heat and how hard it is. In the story, the wife and husband go buy some sexy outfits for her to tease the neighbor and for her to wear in front of her husband. Together, they look for ways to show her off, by accident to the neighbor.
John’s cock is hard and begins to twitch, straining against his underwear till it’s too uncomfortable. He slips them off while reading.
He wraps his left hand around the shaft below the head. He squeezes and pulls down to the base, pulling the foreskin taught, fully exposing the bulbous head hidden under it. It feels good. His balls hang loose below.
Before reading chapter 2, John gets up and walks to the open window. Again he scans the windows; nothing of interest. His cock is still fully erect, pointing to the roof across the street. It’s exhilarating to stand naked in front of the open window, his almanbahis giriş cock twitches. He wraps his hand around the shaft and gave it a few strokes.
A light goes on the room of the naked lady across the street. Through the shear curtain, he can see that she is wearing a slip type nightgown. It barely covers her ass cheeks. She walks to the chair where her pants were dropped. She takes the clothes, begins to fold them and walks out of sight. She returns a few minutes later with a book in one hand and a drink in the other. She sits down, crosses her legs Indian style and begins to read. The voyeur can’t tell if she is wearing panties. Either way, it is still hot to watch her. He continues to stroke all 7 inches of his rock solid cock. He grips it firmly and slides the foreskin fully over the head and pulls it firmly to the base as the head strains forward. After a few strokes, several drops of precum form and leak from the tip. It’s slippery and coats the head allowing his hand to slide over the head.
She shifts positions in the chair. With her back to a corner of the chair, she hangs one leg over the opposite chair arm, the other leg stretches straight out with her foot resting on the floor. With her legs apart like that he wonders what she is reading. Is it arousing her? She sips her drink. She uncrosses her legs and stretches them out. While sipping her drink, her left hand caresses her stomach. She placed the drink and book on the table. As her left hand rests on her stomach, her right hand covers her left tit.
EARLIER TODAY
Betsy finished her second cup of coffee while packing for her trip to the Atlanta conference. “Three days of boredom.” Was buzzing through her head. The things she does to advance her position in the company. She would give a short lecture then attend a few hand shake, rubber chicken dinners with happy conventioneers.
She finished dressing; dark slacks, white lacy camisole covered by a long sleeve sheer white blouse. Sexy but not too showy her husband would often quip.
“Boring” kept going through her head. She dreaded the trip.
After waiting in lines at the airport, coping with security and unmotivated airline employees general incompetence, her three hour flight was uneventful. She checked into the hotel and then the convention center. She picked up her credentials, had the attendant correct the name on her badge then walked through the convention center to get her bearings. She was going to walk back to her hotel; but her legs were sore from the cramped airline seat. Uber showed up. The guy was younger, early 30’s and not bad looking. Could be an interesting fling she thought. It passed quickly; she needed a shower. The Uber delivered her to the hotel quickly.
She went to her room on the 7th floor. She wanted a drink. First she needed a shower.
She kicked off her heels, slacks and shirt. A few stretches knocked a few kinks out of her muscles.
Betsy reaches for her phone and dials. “Hi hon, it’s me.” She started. “It’s been a long trip. How’s your day going?”
“It’s been hectic at work for me today; but at least I’m home now.” He replied. “I’ve got an early day tomorrow. The new client is coming in and we’re putting on a presentation.”
“I’ve got an early session tomorrow so I’m staying in tonight.” She replied. “I’ll give you a call in the morning. What time is the presentation?”
“It’s not till 11. An intro meeting, lunch and then down to business.”
“Good, I’ll call you before 11. Have a good night; love you.” She said.
“I love you too. Sleep tight, good night.”
She hangs up, strips off the rest of her clothes and drops them on the chair, some on the floor. She walks to the counter where a bottle of Chardonnay sits she pours a glass, drops a few ice cubes from the refrigerator in it and carries it to the shower.
The hot, steamy water is refreshing as well as relaxing. A quick shampoo, a little soap, a quick touch up with her razor and she was done. The hotel towels were ok; but not great. She was soon dry. Betsy wiped the steam from the mirror. She gazed at her reflection. “Not too bad if I say so myself.” she thought. Her recent sexual awakening had given a healthy boost to her ego and self-esteem. Having her loving, sex crazed husband and a sex buddy couple seemed to increase everyone’s happiness, esteem and energy level. Betsy took another sip of wine and began to dry her hair.
When done, she donned a pink, short, mid-thigh slip nightly and a pair of matching lace panties. “A night for me, 50 Shades of Gray and a glass of Chardonnay.” She thought to herself. She walked to the bedroom, saw her discarded clothes, picks them up, folds them and returns them to the closet.
She grabs the book, glass of wine and deposits herself in the chair by the window.
A few more sips and two chapters kindle her sexual urges. “Maybe an orgasm would get me ready for bed.” she thought.
Years before, she would have drawn the curtains closed upon entering the room. Since her “sexual awakening”, she opted to keep them open. Even if no one was there, the “thought” of being seen made her feel sexy. almanbahis She sits with one leg over the arm of the chair. The story is arousing her lust. She feels warmth and moistening between her legs.
She leans back in the chair. Her left hand drops to her thigh; its silky soft and warm. She puts the book aside, takes her glass and sips the sweet wine. Betsy places the glass on the table and puts her hand on her breast. “I need a good fucking” she thinks. Wow, last year I would never have thought that and certainly never would have used fucking to describe having sex. “I’ve come a long way. Or is it I’ve cum a long way?” Either way, she’s happy to have made the journey. Her right hand kneads her left tit as her other hand strokes her inner thigh. “I need it, no, I want it bad!” Her inner voice exclaims.
She glances out the window, across the street. “Oh my god!!” She bleats out. A guy is standing in the window across the street watching her. “He’s naked and playing with himself!!” Betsy’s first instinct was to close the curtain and hide. “No, not anymore, I really do like to be seen.” She takes a deep breath and reaches for her wine. “He is good looking, in good shape.” she thinks. “I’ll give him a show and watch him too.”
Betsy waves her hand to her voyeur as she spreads her legs suggestively. “I’ll give him a show!” she gulps the last of her wine, puts the glass down and resumes feeling herself up. “God I’m horny!”
John, realizing he was caught looking, waves back to his target.
She shifts in the chair, turning to face the window directly. She continues to slowly stroke her thighs and massage her breasts through her slip. She tosses her head back and looks directly at her admirer. She continues her sexy show.
Across the street, John blushes. “She’s watching me jerk off while she Jill’s herself to me. Fucking wild!” He thinks.
Both people continued the show for each other. Her turns slightly, allowing a side view of his engorged cock. He alternates stroking the length of his shaft, then lifting and squeezing his balls, all the while making sure she has the best view.
Betsy’s enjoying the show as much as the feeling her hands are giving herself. She stands and slowly twirls around causing her slip to spin freely. “We’ll see if a little striptease goes a long way.” she thinks. She’s getting hornier. Her nipples stiffen and rub against her slip. “Fuck, fuck!” She mutters. She stops, again facing the open window. “Time to show some of my goods.” Want a little titty?” She mouths to her voyeur. She drops one, then both of the straps, letting her tits spring free. The cooler air is exhilarating against her nipples. Betsy sways to imaginary music, giving a show to her new friend. She drops the slip to her feet. She dances around it, making a few circles. Suddenly, she kicks it from the floor to the window.
John watches the show. Seeing the slip hit the window, then drop from sight. He is close to cumming; but knows that he must wait and not ruin a once in a life time show. He alternates turning from left to right, giving his voyeur his own show.
Betsy continues her seductive dance. She sways her hips back and forth to an imaginary song. She slows and faces the window. She slips her fingers under the waistband of her panties and inches them downward. She inches them slowly down, over her right hip, then her left. She twirls around twice and stops with her back to the window. She presses her panty clad ass against it and rotates it against the glass. “I bet you’d like to ram your cock in there” she whispers to herself.
John is enjoying the show of his life. More precum oozes from the tip of his throbbing cock.
Betsy wants more. She wants to be fucked. Her inner slut in crying out for wild, unrestrained sex. She spins around and waves to her private audience. Again he waves back. This time, she waves a motion to come over and points to the bed. She repeats this several times.
John enthusiastically nods his head yes!!
Betsy looks around the room. She rushes to her desk and retrieves a sheet of paper. She pulls her lipstick case from her purse and uses it to write her room number in big number “714” on it. She puts it against the window for John to see and continually waves him over.
He nods yes!! He motions “1 minute.” He turns. “I need clothes!”
He grabs a pair of jeans and pulls them on, commando. His cum drips on them as he zips up; he’s careful not to catch his cock or balls in the zipper. He slips into shoes, grabs a tee shirt and his room key. One more look to the window. He waves to Betsy, turns and hurries to the door.
“Damn slow elevators! I should have run down the stairs.” John thought. The doors open, a woman in sweat pants is in the elevator when John enters. She has earbuds in and is looking at her phone. “Guess she’s heading to the gym. Frumpy outfit. Wonder what she looks like underneath?” He snaps out of his thought. “Room 714” he mutters. The girl doesn’t hear him. “Will she really answer the door? This seems too good to be true! This is really something new.” He thinks.
The doors open and he lets her exit almanbahis giriş first. She turns left towards the gym; he goes straight out the door. A little chilly he thinks. Not much traffic, he jogs across the street. He enters the hotel. “Nice lobby, now where is the damn elevator?”
He sees it to the right. He passes the front desk, the receptionist smiles and says “Good evening sir.” He replies and walks by. He presses the “up” button. It seems like an eternity before the doors open. He starts to enter as the elevator unloads its occupants. John steps to the side as they exit. When empty, he rushes in and presses 7 and the door close buttons. Again it seems like an eternity to reach the 7th floor. The door opens. He sees the sign, rooms 700 – 720 to the left, 721 – 750 to the right. He turns left and cautiously walks down the corridor. He pauses in front of room 714. For the 1st time tonight, he had second thoughts. “Is this really true? Is this a trap? Should I knock?”
John takes a deep breath and knocks. Not too hard or too soft.
Betsy watched John cross the street. “He’s really coming. I’m really going to fuck a stranger. What should I do? How should I greet him? What? How? Where?? Should I put something back on or just stay naked except for my panties?” Kept going through her head. She filled her glass with wine. The she picked up a second glass and filled that too. She carried them to the door and peeked through the peep hole. She listened closely and heard to elevator door open. She felt her nipples harden; her pussy tingled in anticipation. She took a sip of wine. She saw him stop in front of the door and heard the knock. Betsy held both glasses in one hand, resting them against her tits and turned the knob with the other, pulling it back slightly. The door resisted, she pulled it harder. A little wine splashed on her right tit. She opened the door fully, stepped forward and blocked it from closing with her foot. He was taller than she expected: maybe 6′ 5″. She took a glass of wine and offered it to him.
“Hi, I’m Betsy, would you like some wine?”
John couldn’t believe his eyes. Here stood a pretty woman he never met, in her hotel room, topless, in pink panties offering him a drink. He took the glass, lifted it to his lips and sipped it. “I’m John, may I come in?”
Betsy stood to the side and motioned him in. As her stepped past the door, she released it and let it close. She leaned into him, stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer reached up and kissed him on the lips.
John turned to fully face her. He returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her naked back. He could feel her tits against his chest. His tongue probed her open mouth till it danced with hers. The first embrace lasted a minute or more.
Betsy pulled back slightly breaking the kiss. “Why don’t you come in where we can get more comfortable?” She said. She stepped, took his arm and led him into the room. She stopped by the desk and turned to him. “Cheers!” She said offering him a toast. They clinked glasses, took a sip, Betsy took a big sip. She took his glass and placed them both on the desk. She turned to him again, wrapped her arms around him. They embraced and kissed again, deeply. Betsy opens her mouth, her tongue probes and dances with his. “Not bad.” She thinks as she probes more deeply. Her arms hold him tightly and her hands feel the muscles in his back. “I wonder if the muscle between his legs is as strong. I need a good fucking!” She thinks to herself.
John holds Betsy tight with his left hand. His right hand slides to her waist, then her ass. “Tight little ass.” He thinks.
Betsy could feel his bulging cock pressed against her stomach. She thinks. “I want his dick deep inside me. Now!”
He squeezes her ass, pulling her leg up slightly. Her pussy aches to be filled. Her panties grow wet with her juices. “Ohhh.” Escapes from her lips as she kisses him more deeply. “Oh fuck he’s good.” goes through her head. “I want, NO, I need his cock.”
Passion flames through them. John has her left leg pulled up to his waist. Her right leg is against the bed. “Now’s the time!” flashes through her mind. She plants her right foot and pushes into John hard. He stumbles backwards onto the bed. She follows on top of him. “I want your cock. Fill me with cum. My pussy is waiting. ” She exclaims. She can’t believe she said that. “I’m such a slut.” she thinks.
She helps pull his shirt over his head, and then buries her tongue in his mouth again. She slowly slides herself downwards, kissing his neck, the chest stopping to kiss and lick his nipples. She grabs his belt, fumbling to undo it. Unfastened, she claws at his zipper, freeing his throbbing erection. She strips his pants from his legs. His circumcised cock springs upward. A drop of precum leaks from the tip. Betsy notices as she slides back up his body, her tits drag up his legs, teasing her nipples. She opens her mouth, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Longer than her uncircumcised husband but not as thick; she sucks his cum. “Tasty, a little salty, but hot. The makings of another creampie?” She thinks. She swirls her tongue around the head of his cock then continues her slide upward till she French kisses him, giving him a taste of his own cum. “Maybe he will like my creampie as much as my husband? Too bad he’s not here for us to share it. How should I share John with him?”