Roger had just settled in his new office across the street from the Sheraton; it was a great office compared to the ramshackle office his company had occupied for years. But with some recent prosperity, his company had moved to the downtown high rise.
Roger had come in a bit early to start unpacking boxes of files and organize a bit before everyone else got in. He had a conference later that day, and would have little time to unpack later. His office faced the Sheraton and he could see a few rooms lit up in the early morning darkness, but one caught his attention right away. Inside, he could see a young red-haired woman in a robe taking clothes out of a travel bag. Once she finished, she took off the robe to reveal a magnificent body- nice breasts, a trim waist and stomach, long legs; "This is going to be a great office," Roger thought, reaching for a small pair of sports binoculars from his briefcase. He waited patiently as she went into the bathroom, probably headed for a shower.
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Sherry stepped in to the shower and let the warm water cascade down her body. She thought of her recent encounter at the mall where she had flashed an unsuspecting guy, and was ready for another. It had energized her, made her bolder, and most of all let her be her self. She had never considered herself an exhibitionist but the anonymous attention and appreciation for the purely physical was a powerful sensation.
She dried off quickly and dried her hair partially. Sherry always had trouble sleeping in hotel beds and had hours before her appointment with prospective clients. While pulling her cosmetic case from her bag, she glanced out the window. A lone window was lit in the building across the way and Sherry caught a glimpse of something odd in the light. She laughed out loud when she realized the odd thing was a man with binoculars!
"He must like what he sees, since he got out the binoculars!" she thought. She felt devilish as she waved to him, figuring he would be embarrassed. The man simply waved back and continued to watch her. "Hmmmmmm....this one doesn't scare." Sherry took both full breasts in her hands and pushed them together and up, letting her fingers caress the firm, pink nipples. She felt his eyes on her and her excitement grew.
No man had touched her since her divorce, almost a year earlier. She had decided, before this trip, that she would sleep with the first appealing man she found. "Why not?" she thought, "He probably is just wanting to look anyway. "Her hand trailed down her flat stomach and covered her red pubic hair. She slipped her other index finger into her mouth and began to slowly suck, looking directly into the binocular lenses. She saw the man's mouth make an OHHH shape and smiled to herself. When she began to lick her finger, his hand dropped to his crotch, almost like a reflex.
Sherry turned from the window and bent deeply over the bed. With her legs parted, she knew he had an excellent view of her round cheeks and deeper recesses. She found a marker in her bag and on
Sheraton stationary wrote "822" in big letters. She turned and held her "sign" toward the man, beckoning him with one finger. She laughed again as the light went out across the way.
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Roger had watched intently as the woman discovered him. He felt bold at a distance and had returned her wave, though his first instinct was to hide. She seemed to enjoy being watched. His cock grew hard in his blue dress slacks as he watched her play with those luscious breasts. When she began to suck her finger, he thought his seams would burst.
Roger had been divorced less than three months. The separation was bitter and ugly and had left him reluctant to even date again. Besides, all the available women he knew seemed to be looking for a replacement husband and he never planned to be a husband again. He had buried himself in work, coming in early and staying late. When the woman bent over, Roger's mind pictured holding those round hips, driving his hard cock deep into her wet opening. He unconsciously rubbed himself, through the material of his pants. He smiled at himself, thinking he was going to mess up these pants if he didn't stop soon. The smile froze when he saw what he assumed was her room number on a piece of paper she held to the window. She made a "come here" motion and his mind went blank.
Roger was out the door before his mind caught up with him. "Are you fucking insane!" he thought. "It's probably a set up. Her husband might be there waiting to beat me to a pulp." But he wasn't listening to his own reasonable side; he just hurried across the dark alley and through the empty lobby. "That probably isn't even her room number," he thought as he went up the elevator. All he knew was that he was going to find this woman before he talked himself out of it!
