A Room With A View, a short story by Dragon Slayer. Date added: 2011-10-24. Times viewed: 6576.
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- Intro: The room had a good view, but the view into the room was even better. F/M, Exhib. Voy.
A Room With A View
We checked into the West Ham United Hotel in the afternoon and went to the restaurant for some food. When we returned to our room it was quite dark. The window reached from the floor to the ceiling across the entire wall. It incorporated french doors that opened to the balcony with direct access to the football ground that was part of the hotel. We decided to leave the light on with the curtains open because the football ground was closed. You went to the window and looked out at the field and terraces of the all-seat stadium. I walked up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist and moved your long hair aside to nuzzle your neck. I began working my hands on your body, one dropping below your waist and the other reaching up to cup your firm breasts. The top you wore had thin straps on the shoulder and I pulled them off and gently tugged at the top to pull it down to release your tits."What if someone is working late and sees us?" you asked nervously as you tried to keep yourself covered.
"Then let them enjoy the view," I said as your tits popped free of their constraint.
I began playing with your tits, pulling and twisting your sensitive nipples as your body melted into mine. I pushed your skirt down and slipped my hand into your panties. As my fingers found their way between your labia lips you wiggled your arse into my crotch making my cock rock hard. I slowed down long enough to pull your panties down so you could step out of them. Now you were in front of the window completely naked except for the top wrapped around your waist.
“Put your hands on the window level with your head,” I told you.
I dropped my jeans and pulled my cock free and began rubbing it around your pussy and arse. You were so wet that I easily slid deep inside you. You moaned and pressed your tits against the window as I continued to pound hard into you. We both came quickly together and collapsed, spent on the floor.
“God, that was great. But what if someone was working and saw us?” you again asked.
“I don't know. But I do know that tomorrow there is a match on and there will probably be lots of people working in the morning to get the ground ready. We can do it again then and see what happens,” I replied.
“I couldn't,” you protested and squirmed, “I would be so embarrassed if someone saw us.”
“Why? You are a beautiful woman with a terrific body. Any man would love to see you naked. I'll bet if there is someone working tomorrow he will have his cock in his hand before I can get your panties down.”
Early the next morning as we got dressed I noticed you spending a little extra time looking through your suitcase. You picked out a thin translucent blouse that was figure hugging and showed off your large nipples.
“What bra are you going to wear under that blouse?” I remonstrated.
“None,” you sniped, “let them enjoy the view.”
We went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast and I watched smugly as most of the guests turned to look at you. Several men returned their attention to their table only to find their girlfriend or wife giving them the 'you're in trouble, mister' look.
Our waiter was a young boy of college age who could not keep his eyes off your tits and nipples. He had to ask me three times for my order, he was so distracted. When we finished eating we lingered over our drinks, coffee for you and tea for me and sniggered at the stares from passing men who all seemed to detour past our table to leave.
We went back to our room to find the hotel staff had made the bed and tidied the room. The sky was heavily clouded, it was dull in the room and the curtains were again pulled back. You went to the window to look out at the pitch.
“There must be a half dozen men working at the other side of the ground,” you said in mock surprise.
I quickly turned the lights on, and without giving you the opportunity to protest I walked up behind you and grabbed your waist. Again I began to nuzzle your neck and let my hands wander over your sexy body. My left hand unbuttoned the top three buttons of your blouse and I gently cupped your exposed breast. My right hand worked its way under your skirt to caress your leg. I looked up and scanned the ground but didn't see anyone working close to us. I continued to play with your nipples and massage your leg working my hand around to your pussy. I glanced outside again and saw a middle aged man brushing the terracing about ten seats below our balcony and only a few seats to the left of us. At first he didn't see us, but then he looked up and saw us standing in the window. He did a double take and focused in on our activity.
"Look down there, a bit to your left, but make it a casual glance. He's staring now," I said into your ear.
You looked and when you saw the man standing there took in a quick breath.
"Wait!" you pleaded, "I can't do this."
You began to try and squirm away from me, but I held you in my grip and pulled your blouse off to expose your breasts. I grabbed hold of one of your nipples and twisted it gently but firmly.
"Stay right here. We are going to do this here and now. I'm gonna fuck you while this guy watches, but only after I have you standing here completely naked," I ordered.
I held the waistband of your skirt and pulled it down past your hips in one smooth move. The skirt pooled onto the floor and I moved my hand to your panties. At this short distance the man could clearly see your shaved pussy when I pulled off your panties. You were naked in front of the window and still struggling to free yourself from my grip, though without a great deal of effort.
“What if he's got a camera,” you turned your body into me and pleaded, “or he's a cop or he's...”
I covered your mouth with mine and buried my tongue down your throat. As I finished the kiss I turned you back around to face the window and pushed you against it giving our voyeur a great view. I spread your legs and slipped my fingers into your pussy from behind; and you wiggled into them. As I grabbed your tits and squeezed, you let out a little yelp and began to relax and enjoy the caress. I looked over to see what the man was doing and noticed that two more men were standing with him transfixed on your naked body.
One of the men, a guy in his 20's had his cock out and was stroking it slowly. The other had his cock out and was pumping furiously. I could tell he didn’t expect the show to last as he seemed determined to cum while he could watch us. The original man was undoing his belt and unbuckling his trousers in no great hurry. It was like he knew there was going to be a complete show.
You were too caught up in what my hands were doing to your body to have noticed the additional audience, so I told you to look out and see the effect you were having on the men. You looked up and I could feel you jump when you saw what they were doing.
"Four guys, my God. I can't believe that they are all watching me,” you gushed, “they can see everything."
I hadn't noticed the extra man, but he moved right up to our window and he held a camera in his hand. We made eye contact and I nodded, acknowledging his presence and decided not to say anything to you about his camera. I just hoped that these photographs didn't end up on the internet.
I continued to stroke and caress your body as you wiggled and squirmed into me.
"Fuck me, right here, right now," you hissed.
As I pulled my cock out and rubbed it across your labia to gather your juices I looked up to see the photographer snapping away with his camera. I grabbed you by the hips and pulled you onto my cock. I continued to stroke hard into you until your knees weakened. You leaned into the window and pressed your tits hard against the glass.
"The glass is so cold, and your cock is so hot, I am going to explode right now. Fill me with your cum, now, now, I'm cumming. Oh! God I'm cumming. Fill my pussy," you screamed as one orgasm after another racked your body.
You collapsed against the glass with your body still exposed to the world. I looked across and saw that the men outside had enjoyed the show. They were still cleaning up after the fact.
I gently picked you up and lay you on top of the bed to give the cameraman one last look before covering you up. I turned off the lights and pulled the covers up over us.
When I woke up you were dressed in a short hotel bathrobe that barely covered your arse.
“I've ordered room service for lunch and it should be here anytime soon,” you said.
Just then there was a knock at the door and I watched as you adjusted the front of your robe to expose the area between your breasts. Then you pulled it open a little more, practically exposing your tits completely.
“I'll be right back,” you said as you disappeared round the corner to answer the door.
I heard the waiter say ‘room service’ as you opened the door, and heard you direct him where to put the serving trolley. He then asked you to sign the receipt.
“Do you prefer a tip on the receipt... or somewhere else?” you asked him.
A few minutes later I heard the door to our room open and close and knew that the waiter had got something for his troubles. When you came back into the bedroom your robe was pulled open all the way down.
“Well, he'll have a story to tell his co-workers,” you said.
I never did find out how you tipped him...
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