EMBRACING MY INNER EXHIBITIONIST ...

I stood in the window of my five star suite and marveled at the beauty of this city at night. The din of traffic, the sparkling lights, the sound of voices from below all were given an extra charge with the advent of cooler fall air. 

I had just wrapped up a date with a wonderful longtime friend and was feeling .. Well, let me explain it this way: Are you ever in one of those moods where, not matter how much sex you get, you always find yourself wanting more? 

I was in that mood. 

So there I stood, in front of the window, totally in the buff .. and very much hoping someone in one of the nearby condos would take note. My room was fully illuminated and provided a perfect backdrop to my curves.

A few minutes passed .. and then a few more .. and I was growing impatient. I thought, “What? Nobody wants this? THIS? Well, okay. It is a Friday night. And it is 10. So people are still out and about, not sitting home and being pervy.”

That dialogue was still skipping through my mind when it happened: The flash of a flashlight. A beacon in the night. I looked, and there they were. Four or five men on a balcony. 

I had asked the cosmos for one and, instead, had received FIVE. “Karma IS real!” I thought, before doing a coy little dance move and closing the curtains. 

For you see .. as I am so fond of doing to men who are actually in my bed and at my fingertips .. I wanted to tease them. 

So I waited, and then peeked one leg and my smiling face out from behind the curtain. 

*flash* *flash* they signaled, waving and asking for more. 

So I closed the curtain, counted to twenty, and then opened it with a flourish. 

I was so turned on by the thought of these men watching me .. wanting me .. And while, as a professional girlfriend, I take privacy and discretion very seriously, my last suitor had left hours ago and I was checking out in the morning. Caution officially cast into the Chicago wind.

The more turned on I became playing for them, caressing my breasts and writhing on the floor for them, the more I wanted to show my boyfriend what i was doing. So I started to record a silly, breathless video .. explaining the game I was playing with these men. Showing myself closing the curtain again, only to open it again moments later. I was so horny and so amused. 

I pressed send, and a few hours later was thanked for providing him with a late night boner. :-)

Eventually, I had to break to take a phone call. I closed the curtains again, and by the time I reopened them, my voyeurs were gone. 

I was slightly crestfallen, but really .. What was the end game? I was hardly going to paint my room number on the window in lipstick and invite them over. (Though .. that would make a great porno, right?)

So I contented myself with getting in bed, breaking out my hitachi, and making myself cum three times in a row. 

….. What a night!