“Is that something that turns you on?” Will asked. “Being watched?””

“No,” I said. Then, after a moment, I added, “Well, a little bit. Not being watched, exactly, but… ” I paused, trying to find the right way to explain myself. “I like the idea of being spotted from afar, of someone catching a glimpse of me from a distance.”

Will watched me closely as I spoke, but I couldn’t quite read his thoughts. Did he approve, or was he disappointed that I wasn’t more of an exhibitionist? Or was he completely turned off by the idea of being watched at all? His prolonged silence didn’t help me figure out the answer, and he was giving me no physical clues about his feelings, either.

I was starting to squirm under his gaze, so I finally asked him what he thought.

“I think it sounds sexy,” he responded. “And like something we should try.”

My man is always willing to indulge my fantasies in and out of the bedroom. I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was more than open to my desires — especially since he’d brought up the topic in the first place.

We’d been watching TV together on the couch when a couple in the show started getting it on in a very public place. I guess I’d gotten a little bit aroused during the scene, and I definitely cuddled up closer to Will. I began kissing and caressing him a bit more than usual when we’re just hanging out in front of the television. But even if I hadn’t been so forward about my interest, I’m sure Will would’ve figured it out. Ever since we started dating, he’s been able to tease out my deepest desires and make me feel sexy and sensual no matter what.

When he suggested we explore my most recently revealed fantasy, I had to confess another secret: “I’ve been reading about a hotel in the city that has giant floor — to — ceiling windows which look out over the rooftop bar next door.” He smiled and nodded, then prodded me to continue. “Well,” I went on, “ever since I first heard about it, I’ve thought it would be the perfect place to be a little… adventurous.”

“That sounds incredibly hot,” said Will, his voice husky with desire. “And we are long overdue for a weekend away.”

He’d barely finished speaking before he had his phone out. Within a few short moments, he’d pulled up his travel — booking app and reserved a room at the hotel for the following weekend.

All week leading up to our hotel stay, Will playfully teased me about our plans. He’d text me photos of the hotel and tell me about the views from the rooms’ windows. He even made the extra effort to stop by my office a couple of times to sneak kisses and whisper in my ear about all the things he was going to do to me while people watched us. His foreplay drove me crazy, and every night I went home and masturbated to thoughts of our upcoming adventure.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. The morning of our trip, I put on my favorite lingerie — a red mesh bra with crisscrossing black straps and a pair of red panties with a black mesh heart on the ass — and then threw on a sexy but casual outfit over it, knowing Will and I would be enjoying the city before retiring to the hotel for our big night. I tossed a few things in a weekend bag, put on a little mascara and some bright red lip stain, and I was ready to go as soon as Will pulled up outside my apartment building.

We only live an hour’s drive from the city, but knowing what was ultimately in store for us made the trek feel like it lasted an eternity. I couldn’t wait to check into our hotel room and see how exciting our evening would be.

“My breasts mashed against the glass as he started to fuck me.”

Will had more than just a night of wild sex planned for us, however, and when we arrived in the city, he took me first to see a new exhibit at our favorite museum, and then to dinner at a new Indian restaurant we’d talked about trying. It was all pretty perfect. I loved having Will all to myself without either of us having to sneak away to work or answer a phone call, but I was so turned on all day thinking about what would happen. My panties were soaked, and I couldn’t wait for our night at the hotel.

But Will had one last trick up his sleeve before he’d let us reach our ultimate goal: a nightcap at the rooftop bar next to our hotel — the very same bar where we’d find our audience once we got to our room.

A number of the windows overlooking the bar were lit up, but one room was dark and had its curtains drawn. Will pointed up to the window and told me that was ours. “I made sure we got the perfect room,” he told me. “You’re going to love it.”

I laughed gleefully, then turned back to look up at the dark window. I had spent all day — all week, really — thinking about what it would be like, whether people would be able to see us, whether we’d see them, and now I was standing outside looking up at the spot where my boyfriend and I would soon be making love in front of, potentially, dozens of people. Already excited, I could barely contain myself when I turned to look at Will once more, and I lunged at him, pulling him into my arms and nearly spilling my drink. I was so overjoyed.

As Will kissed my neck, I whispered in his ear, “Can we get out of here? I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

He chuckled quietly, but as soon as I pulled back, he swigged the rest of his bourbon and nodded for me to finish off my vodka soda so we could close out our tab and go.

We held hands tightly as we walked to the hotel, and in the elevator on the way up to our room, I could barely keep myself from jumping him. I stood next to him with my arms around him and one hand crept up the back of his shirt so I could stroke his muscular form and feel his smooth, hot skin against mine. My other hand caressed his chest over his shirt; I felt his muscles jump under my hand with each stroke. I wasn’t the only one who was desperate for the action to begin!

Once we got into our room, Will flipped the light switch, bathing the room in brightness, and we began immediately pulling at each other’s clothes. We stumbled out of our shoes as we tripped across the room, and we broke our connection only long enough for Will to open the curtains that covered the giant window.

I glanced through the glass as Will kissed my neck, and I could clearly see the people standing on the roof below us, drinks in hand. I couldn’t make out their faces, so I knew they wouldn’t be able to pick me out of a crowd afterward, but I could see what they were doing, and that was more than enough. It meant that once anyone started to look around they’d be able to see me and Will, too.

Knowing that we’d be plainly visible to any curious onlookers was all I needed to get lost in Will again. I turned my head to him once more and captured his lips with mine as I unbuttoned his shirt. He let me get his button — down off, and then helped me pull his undershirt up over his head.

My shirt was next, and once he had it off me, Will spun me around so my back was to him and I was once again staring out the window. He kissed my neck and grabbed my breasts through my bra as I watched the crowd below us. His lips soon moved down my back as his hands caressed my curves. When he reached the waistband of my skinny jeans, he reached around to unbutton them and then pulled them slowly down my legs so I could step out of them.

When I was left in only my black — and — red lingerie, Will stood again, kissing my neck and shoulders as he caressed my breasts. His hands stayed outside the bra for a while, but eventually his fingers inched into the cups. He didn’t get far, though, before he pulled down the straps. I reached back to unclasp my bra, freeing my breasts. Then, his hands went wild, cupping and lifting my heavy tits as his fingers tweaked my hard nipples.

I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass as he continued to fondle and kiss me, and I reached back to run my hands along his body as I looked out the window. I kept getting distracted by Will’s touch, but I was pretty sure there were people watching us by then, and the thought of their eyes on us aroused me even more.

I spun around in Will’s arms and kissed him hard on the mouth before reaching for his belt and unbuckling it. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped his fly and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees, dropping to the floor myself as I did so. I looked up at him as I took his cock in my hand, and I saw he was glancing out the window just like I had been earlier. As I leaned forward to take his cock in my mouth, I even saw him fight to keep from closing his eyes and rolling his head back so he could keep watching the revelers down at the bar.

I only sucked him for a few minutes before he pulled me up and stepped out of his pants. With one hand, he spun me around, while his other hand quickly rid me of my panties. He pushed me up against the giant window, and then guided his cock into me from behind. My breasts mashed against the glass as he started to fuck me, and more than the cool, hard glass against my hot skin, I loved the fact that now everyone down below would get a real show. I didn’t even need to watch anymore. I turned my head and closed my eyes and let myself just feel what was happening.

Will and I were both so worked up that it didn’t take long for either of us to come, and after only a few minutes of vigorous fucking, we were spent.

After uncoupling, we stumbled over to the bed and collapsed, both of us gasping for breath. But we weren’t done putting on a show just yet. After relaxing for few minutes, we ordered wine and dessert from room service and dined, naked, in front of the window. We enjoyed watching everyone down below sip their drinks as we sipped ours.

We got in a few more “shows” before we finally went to bed sometime after last call, but the next day, we decided to close the curtains and enjoy ourselves in private. It was the perfect weekend getaway, and I’m sure we’ll be going back one day soon.

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