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experience or imagination and are the sole intellectual property of
the author.  Names have been changed to protect the parties involved.
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This story depicts unsafe behaviors and is only a fantasy.  
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Hotel Window Chap. 1 (fict, tease, smoking, slut wife, voyeur)

	It was relatively early on a Tuesday morning  -- about 7:50
according to the digital clock in the room, although the accuracy of
those was always questionable.  Patrick had just settled in to his
room service breakfast of an omelette and toast at the desk/table that
faced the small balcony of his hotel room.  The sun was streaming in
brightly and the air was noticeably warmer on this early spring day in
Houston than it would have been back home in Cleveland, so the sliding
door was opened widely.

	It was his fifth week on the project.  A management
consultant, he was on a six month engagement with a mid-sized regional
petrochemical firm that was troubled with an out-of-control supply
chain.  Patrick had the typical consultant's workweek: on site Monday
morning through late afternoon Thursday.  So far he was reasonably
satisfied with the accommodations at the Hyatt that had become home
three nights a week.

	A movement in one of the windows across the courtyard caught
his eye.  The hotel consisted of a trio of mid-rise buildings situated
around a more or less triangular courtyard overlooking the outside
pool.  It wasn't a particularly large space - downtown real estate is
expensive everywhere - and although the angles provided a bit more
privacy than parallel buildings facing one another, there was a pretty
clear view between windows on the same floors.

	In this case what had attracted Patrick's eye was a brief
glimpse of skin, along with a flash of blonde hair.  Like any normal
red-blooded male, he found his attention lingering on the window to
see what could be seen.  It wasn't long before his patience was
rewarded.

	A woman returned to the living room carrying a blouse in her
hand.  He noted immediately that she was very attractive, with light
blonde hair that hung fairly straight, just below her shoulders.  She
was wearing business slacks - gray with a light pinstripe - and a
peach colored bra.  She set the blouse on an ironing board he could
see standing just inside the balcony doors.  

	Patrick had always been something of a boob-man, so he noted
approvingly that based on her proportions and a moderate amount of
visible jiggle she was all natural, about a 36C or so.  She was both
tall, probably in the 5'8" range, and fit, with a relatively flat
stomach.  All in all, a very nice view to enjoy over breakfast.
Although there was nothing particularly sexy about her bra, which was
a simple full cup cotton garment, it was nonetheless extremely erotic
for him to observe her going through her morning preparations.  He
also noticed in passing the occasional glint of light flashing from
her left hand that suggested she was either engaged or married, and
got a fleeting sense of excitement realizing that he was seeing
"someone else's woman" in a partially undressed state, even if less
was revealed than by a typical bikini.

	He watched her for a couple of minutes as she came in and out
of view, apparently applying makeup in an out-of-sight bathroom,
retrieving something from the living room, brushing her hair while
seated on the edge of the bed, and so on.  Inevitably there came a
moment when she looked out her own window and noticed him sitting in
his own window across the way.  And inevitably following that
discovery and the meeting of their eyes, came the moment where she
looked down at her scantly clad chest, and then looked back up at him.

	Patrick briefly considered a cheesy, quick aversion of the
eyes.  The cowardly escape that, when caught checking out a woman,
tries to communicate, "I wasn't looking at you.  Sure, I happened to
glance, but I didn't really see anything.  I'm not a pervert or
anything."  But in a split second he told himself, "Fuck it.  You're
caught.  Might as well own up to it."

	As it was, she made it easy for him.  As their eyes met again
she smiled brightly at him and started ironing.  Although she didn't
make direct eye contact again, neither did she close her drapes or put
on any other clothing.

	Patrick spent the next five minutes in utter bliss, no longer
constrained by any need to hide his observation, as he watched the
beautiful blonde casually iron her blouse while her ripe breasts
swayed seductively.  Unfortunately when she finished and picked up the
top, sliding it around her arms and buttoning it slowly, she turned
away and vanished from sight, not to return.  Another glance at the
dubious reading of the clock warned him that it was time to do his own
disappearing act.

**********

	That day he had a hard time getting her out of his mind.
Although he traveled frequently, he had really never had a similar
encounter.  Of course a few times he had heard people having sex in
neighboring rooms - and more frequently the sound of pay-per-view porn
on the televisions - but never had he seen someone nude or in a
compromising position through their window.  Although business travel
is different, he conceded mentally, and rather unlike the more
free-spirited environments of resorts and vacation hotels.

	Still, when the day ended and it was time for him to think
about dinner, there was no question of his decision.  Tonight would
definitely be an eating-in evening.  He returned to the hotel around
7:30 PM.  To his disappointment, the window across the courtyard was
not lit, and he settled in to a room service over email at his
computer.  Perhaps she checked out this morning, he considered,
resigning himself to the probability that the brief encounter was a
one-time event.  He sighed out loud, deciding that tonight it might be
his room from which the sounds of the rented adult movie emanated,
probably followed by a quick masturbation fantasizing about the woman.

	About an hour later, he looked up from the laptop's screen to
see that the room was now brightly lit.  A shadow on the floor
preceded her appearance, and the she was on the balcony, wearing the
same gray slacks and a matching blazer.  She smiled again when she saw
him framed in his own window, and then he saw her making a poking
gesture with her right hand and saw her lips moving.  After a moment
he realized that she was counting windows from right to left along his
building.  

	She disappeared from view into her room as a note of panic
started creeping in to his heart.  Was she calling the police?  Hotel
management?  Maybe she was going to report him for spying on her or
something - although the rational part of his brain told him that
those who dress in front of open windows don't have much basis to
complain if someone gets an eyeful.

	A few moments later, she returned to the balcony with a slight
frown on her face.  She repeated the counting and then disappeared
once again.  Moments later he was startled by the ring of his
telephone.  The hotel room telephone, that was, not his cell phone.
Aside from wake-up calls, his phone had never rung.

	He answered it with a typical "Hello?".  For a moment there
was no response, and so he repeated the greeting.  Then he saw the
blonde step into view holding the base of her telephone in one hand,
and with the receiver pressed to her ear.  She glanced over to confirm
that he had his own phone in hand, and then spoke.

	"So," she began, in a pleasant, confident tone that was marked
by a gentle Southern accent, "Did you enjoy watching me get dressed
this morning?"

	Patrick was stunned.  At most he had hoped for another glimpse
of this sexy creature in her lingerie, or perhaps if he was extremely
lucky, completely topless.  Clearly things had escalated already to a
level he had not anticipated.  But the lady was waiting for a
response.

	"Very much," he replied honestly.  "I wasn't trying to spy on
you or anything, but once you caught my eye...well, I just didn't want
to look away."

	"So you liked my tits then?" she pressed teasingly.

	Patrick nodded at first, then realized verbal communication
was required.  "Well, I have to say they looked wonderful from here,
although it's not quite like I saw you nude or anything."  At that,
her bemused smile reappeared.

	"Meet me in the lounge in ten minutes," she breathed, and
broke the connection.

**********

	She hadn't phrased it as a question, but neither had it felt
like an order.  More like an invitation whose acceptance was in no
doubt, he decided.  And it wasn't, really.  Although in his early
thirties, he had been around the block enough times not to
automatically assume that it meant anything in particular - like
getting laid tonight, which hope he forced himself to repeatedly slap
down - he was very intrigued by her intentions.  This was certainly no
shy, demure Southern belle he was dealing with.

	Surprisingly, although he only took a few minutes to brush his
teeth and run a hand through his relatively thick, dark hair a couple
of times, she was already sitting in a curved booth facing the
entrance when he arrived.  She was smoking a cigarette and had one eye
on the door, waving discreetly as he entered.  He made his way through
the sparsely populated room and slid in to the seat more or less
across from her.  Moments later a waitress appeared bearing two
glasses on a tray.

	"I ordered dirty vodka martinis," she explained as the
waitress placed the glasses.  "I hope that's all right."

	He assured her that it was just fine, fighting to avoid
becoming orally fixated as she drew on the white filter of her
cigarette and exhaled slowly, then popped an olive in between her dark
red lips and chewed slowly.  For a moment there was silence between
them.

	"So does my admirer have a name," she finally inquired, "Or do
you prefer to remain anonymous?"

	Patrick introduced himself with a grin, shaking her hand.  He
noted that she had quite a good handshake, firm and confident.  It
just supported the impression he had already been developing of her. 

	"I'm Katherine," she said.  "What do you do for work that
brings you to Houston?"

	"I'm a consultant, based out of Cleveland."

	She nodded.  "Big Four?"

	"Yep," he replied.  "On a project here for the next few
months.  How about you - you don't sound like you're as far from home
as me?"

	"Atlanta, born and raised.  I'm a lawyer.  My company is
working on some real estate acquisitions here and I'm part of the
advance team."

	"Well, I'm sure glad I spotted you this morning," he noted
playfully.  The pink elephant wasn't going to wait all night to be
acknowledged.

	She paused and took a drag.  "Yes, you did seem to get a
rather nice view.  How long were you watching me before I noticed you
there?"

	"Only a couple of minutes," he answered honestly.  "I must
have missed the good part."

	Katherine swatted at his arm playfully.  "Good part!" she
retorted.  "You got to look at me in my bra for ten minutes, what good
part do you think you missed?"

	"The part before you put the bra on, of course."

	That remark was just witty and crisp enough to elicit a full
laugh from Katherine and make her take a moment to light a new
cigarette before responding.  It was unusual for a man to give it back
to her on equal footing, and she was enjoying it in a sort of
competitive, verbal fencing way.  Typically the combination of her
looks, body, and intellect was enough to impair most men's ability to
communicate effectively.

	"So Patrick, are you married?" she inquired.  She didn't see a
ring on his finger, but some men didn't wear them at all, and others
only wore them when their wives were around...

	"No, not so far," he said.  "Just haven't met the right one
yet.  But I see you are," he said with a nod toward her left hand.

	She smiled.  "Does that bother you?"

	"It depends, I guess.  So far all I've done is have drinks
with you and happened to see the bra you're wearing - and that from a
distance.  I don't suppose that's anything that should get you in too
much trouble at home."

	"You haven't seen it," she disagreed, as she finished her
martini and signalled the waitress.

	"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

	"I changed bras before I called you.  You haven't seen this
one yet."

	Patrick liked the sound of "yet".  It had all sorts of
possibilities.  But then again, he admonished his stirring loins, she
was married and maybe she was just fucking with his mind.  Not that he
wanted to stereotype lawyers, but they did have a certain knack for
that sort of thing.

	"My husband and I have an agreement," she continued.

	"And what sort of agreement is that?"

	The waitress interrupted by dropping off another pair of
drinks, then scurried away.

	"He likes having me fuck other men when I'm off on business
trips, as long as I tell him about it afterwards."	

	Now it was Patrick's turn to need a moment.  He had been
assuming that perhaps she just liked to cheat on her husband
occasionally, but this put an entirely different spin on things.  He
was intrigued.  "He likes it you say?  You mean you do this on a
regular basis and he doesn't mind sharing you?"

	She laughed richly.  "Far from it.  It really turns him on
when I get home, knowing his cock isn't the last one I've had inside
me."  She slid a high-heeled foot up underneath the table to graze his
crotch.  "Poor Patrick, have I done that to you?"  She inhaled deeply
from her cigarette and arched her chest so that her tits stood out
prominently.

	He worked to retain his composure.  "So I take it you do this
a lot?"

	She nodded.  "Sometimes..."

	"And am I your target for this evening?" he inquired bluntly.
"The guy to give your husband something to get excited over?"

	"Don't put it like that," she pouted.  "I fuck men that turn
me on.  Sure, he convinced me to start, but I love every second of it.
But unfortunately for you, tonight I have other arrangements."

	Now he was confused, and it must have showed on his face.  She
had been giving him all the right signs, but had he screwed it up? She
saw the look on his face and had mercy on him.  Rising from the booth,
she leaned in before him and gave him a soft, wet kiss, slipping her
smoky tongue into his mouth a few times.  "Keep your curtains open in
a half hour or so," she murmured before gliding out, saying over her
shoulder as she went, "You don't mind picking up the drinks, do you?"

**********

	Patrick nursed his martini for a short time after Katherine
clicked away in her medium length heels.  It had been a very strange
encounter, and he wasn't quite sure if she was a tease, a
nymphomaniac-slut-overachiever, or something else entirely.   All he
knew is that her perfume still lingered where she had leaned in to
kiss him and he could still taste her lips on his tongue.  And that
something interesting was likely to happen in a few minutes upstairs
if his luck held.

	He tossed back the remainder of the vodka and signaled the
waitress.  A quick swipe of his credit card later he was on his way
back to the elevator and his room.  He paused thoughtfully at the
entrance and decided to turn off the lights, just on a hunch.  With
the room darkened, he opened his curtains widely and watched across to
Katherine's balcony.

	Soon enough, he saw moving shadows from just beyond the range
of his vision.  And then she came into sight, her blazer undone and
sliding to the floor.  Underneath her blouse was already half-opened.
He couldn't see her face yet, just up to her neck.  Then hands came up
from behind to cup her full breasts through the opening in her shirt.
They were large, black hands, pulling the shirt open to reveal a
daring white lace demi-cup bra.  It was anything but business-like,
and Patrick felt his cock stirring at the sight of those hands mauling
her creamy white tits.  A finger snaked in and pulled the fabric loose
from her right breast to reveal a large rose areola and a thick, erect
nipple that immediately was the target of pulling and twisting.

	She moved forward into view and he could see that her makeup
was a bit in disarray, as was her hair.  It was obvious that she had
been kissing passionately.  She led the man close to her own desk in
front of the window and turned to face him.  He was a well-built black
man with a shaved head.  She kissed him hard, clearly pushing her
tongue into his mouth and taking control, while her hands groped at
his belt.  Patrick was impressed by the size of the tent in the man's
fly, and again moments later when she released his long, thick tool.
She made a dramatic showing of sizing up the big shaft before lowering
her mouth onto it.

	Patrick was transfixed by the sight of her blonde hair and
alabaster skin against the darkness of her lover.  He had never
witnessed interracial sex before and found it fascinating.  Katherine
was clearly going to town sucking on the magnificent cock she held in
her left hand, her wedding and engagement rings glinting in the light
from the desk lamp as she stroked it firmly.  Her cheeks were hollowed
by the force of her sucking and her mouth was bobbing furiously on his
dick while she used her right hand to knead his balls like pizza
dough.

	The sexy blonde fellated her man for about five minutes before
standing up and turning to face away from him, towards the balcony and
Patrick.  She slipped out of her pants, revealing a matching lace
thong, and bent part way over the desk.  The man waste no time in
tugging her panties to the side and kneeling behind her, burying his
face in the taut flesh of her ass.  From the movements of his head,
Patrick was pretty confident that the man was alternating between
spearing his tongue into her pussy and licking around her asshole.  He
opened his own trousers and withdrew his cock, working his hand around
the shaft.

	Katherine visibly climaxed once from her lover's oral
ministrations, and then another time even more intensely.  At the
second climax her cries were even just barely audible to Patrick.  She
looked back over her should and said something to the black man, then
yanked off her bra and leaned even farther forward.  But her gaze
returned to focus on exactly where Patrick sat, and he felt like their
eyes were connected by a hot beam of energy.  The man rose from behind
her and fisted his meaty cock, rubbing it in her gash several times.

	Patrick knew the second he entered her, seeing her eyes widen,
her nostrils flare, and her mouth reshape into a moan.  Her lover was
not quite savage, but he certainly wasn't gentle either; giving her no
time to adjust to the girth now penetrating her lithe body, he
immediately began thrusting his full length deep within her.  The
force of the thrusts was evident in the way her tits jerked crazily
back and forth as they hung down from her chest in her bowed position.
Patrick felt his cock pulsing in his hand.  He had never seen
something so erotic as this married woman fucking around on her
husband with a well-hung stud.

	The man pounded Katherine for a few minutes and sweat began to
drip from both of their bodies at the intensity.  Then he took her
long hair in his right hand and clenched a fistful of it, using it
like reins to pull her yet harder onto his dick.  Once again her cries
floated through the night air across the courtyard.  Patrick realized
he had never in his life screwed a woman as roughly as his drinks-date
was being taken.  He was so attuned to their coupling that he even
found himself able to read the man's lips as he snarled to Katherine,
"Do you want to come, bitch?"

	She gasped and nodded, eyes clenched shut in the ecstasy of
his tremendous thrusts, and the man reached across her ass with his
left hand, slapping it several times until the cheeks were pink, and
then pushed a thick thumb up her asshole.  The result was
instantaneous as she bucked and screamed on his dual impalement in a
third intense orgasm, which triggered the man to yell out as he
emptied his balls deep into her cunt.  Somewhere along the line
Patrick realized he had also come, shooting a trail of sticky semen
all over his fist, the desk, and the carpet.

	Across the way, the two caught their breath for a moment, and
then separated.  Patrick could see several thick gobs of come drop out
of her pussy as the black man's dick slid free.  They lurched to the
bed, just barely in view, and she lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.
He almost thought the show was over as she lay there next to the man,
smoking and talking softly, but felt his dick stir once more as the
man's hand snaked down to her sloppy pussy and tracked through the
fine blonde hair that covered it.  This was the first good view
Patrick had of her cunt, and he found it very appealing, especially
red and puffy as it was after the recent savage fucking. 

	In contrast to the forceful sex from earlier, the man was
quite gentle as her rubbed her clit.  After a few moments her hips
started to move and her legs spread more widely.  For a few minutes
the man rubbed her while she lay with her eyes closed and smoked. Then
he leaned in and began kissing her, and she eagerly responded, their
tongues tangling shamelessly.  He whispered something to her and she
nodded with a smile, putting out her cigarette and sliding halfway
down the bed.

	Then the man climbed on top, his hips level with her face, and
his large cock pointed at her mouth.  She parted her lips and he
pushed forward, burying himself in her face.  Her hands slid up and
down the backs of his thighs as he face-fucked her, stabbing his tool
in and out of her tightly pressed lips.  It was a tremendously obscene
sight that brought Patrick's cock back to full erection, and he began
stroking himself once more and he watched the unusual blowjob.

	It must have felt incredible, because the man didn't last
especially long, and with a roar and a tensing of all the muscles in
his ass, he ejaculated his second load into her eager mouth where she
swallowed as quickly as possible to capture all of the seed.  It
happened suddenly enough that Patrick had not yet come himself, and he
slowed his voyeuristic masturbation to see what would come next.  But
that second orgasm marked the end and he watched disappointed as the
man pulled on his clothes and let himself out, while Katherine lounged
langorously in bed, touching her pussy occasionally.

	After the man had gone, he saw her lift the receiver on her
phone and dial.  Even as his phone started to ring, he picked it up.

	"That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," he said
with a tremble in his voice.

	"I'm glad you liked it," she breathed back at him.  "Did you
make yourself come watching him fuck me with that huge cock?"

	"Oh God yes," he said emphatically.

	"Good.  Are you all spent for the night, or do you have some
more left in you?"

	He admitted that he hadn't gotten off yet the second time and
saw a smile form on her lips.

	"Well...I'm pretty messy as you can see...I don't suppose
you'd want to come over with me all covered in another man's come, but
I could really use one more good fucking..."

	Patrick's reply was instantaneous and affirmative.  She could
have been covered in just about anything and it wouldn't have stopped
him.

	She smiled even more widely.  "I've always wanted to have a
second man screw me just after my lover has left, while I'm still
sweaty and turned on.  I can't wait for you to get over here, so
hurry.  Room 6220."  With a click, she disconnected.  Moments later,
Patrick was out of his room and on the way.

**********

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