Hotel rooms wake my exhibitionist impulse. That anonymous safe space behind a window in which I can be naked and "pretending" anything I do is just an unintended coincidence if someone sees me.

When in reality all I crave is that through the night someone watches me exposing my nakedness in a brightly lit window. Watches and stares. Watches and enjoys. That gives me pleasure.

I had several such occasions when I got excited from being watched masturbating by giggling girls in the shadows in a dark room opposite my brightly lit "showroom" or people glancing through a space between curtains thinking they were hidden. The moments my hard penis was spurting cum for these curious eyes are intense memories of guilty pleasure, of orgasms fueled by pride and dread, abandonment and nervousness, boldness and fear.

Earlier this year, I had an even more special exhibitionist orgasm in a hotel window.

That evening I was - as usual when travelling alone - parading naked in my hotel room always trying to see whether in one of the many lit rooms opposite someone was actually noticing or watching me. All the same pretending I was just "innocently" walking naked and with a swollen penis from my bathroom to my bed without knowing. You see what I mean?

Of course I was stimulating my cock so that if ever someone saw me, they would notice I was horny.

I was standing in the brightly lit bathroom door with my casual erection when I noticed a woman in the room across the street looking over. I moved forward as if I was by chance emerging from the privacy of a shower, just as she saw me. I pretended at first not to notice her, but through the corners of my eyes I did notice that she kept watching me. She didn't draw her curtain to block me. She was watching my nakedness. Blood rushed into my face and into my cock, I got nervous and excited. The woman watched, but I saw she was about to turn around or move away.

I took the risk. I looked at her touching my swollen cock and presenting my body, a mix of anxiety and excitement invading me. She now realised I was doing it for her. I was afraid she might draw the curtain now that she knew she wasn't an unnoticed spectator but an audience of my show.

She kept watching. It excited and emboldened me. I made suggestive moves with my hips and rubbed my erection showing it off from different angles. I put on a sexy show like male strippers, except I was already naked. I was high.

The woman reciprocated to my excited surprise by taking off her blouse, then provocatively her skirt, too. I was stunned, exhilarated and happy. We were both exhibitionists and voyeurs, both horny enjoying the anonymity and safe distance of our arousal.

I rubbed my hard cock faster, it was pointing at her, erect and red. I was close to the window masturbating in her plain sight. Masturbating for her. Pleasing my cock to please her eyes.

She took off her bra and panties, showed off her body in a brief striptease and then lied down on her bed under my incredulous stare. She spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy.

I had never experienced that before. A stranger watching me masturbate, yes. An unknown woman getting so excited from watching me from a window that she started masturbating for me - that was new. And exciting. Overwhelming. Gratifying. Intense. I jerked my cock as she was watching me and I watching her rubbing her pussy. It got raw. I posed so she could see as much as possible. My chest large, my legs spread, my hand working my rock-hard cock at high speed, my balls swinging between my legs. My eyes fixated on her hand pleasing her pussy.

We were both getting off without inhibition, two strangers united in an act of sexual pleasure of the self for the other, of the other for the self.

I was at the end of my self-control, my pulsating cock only existed for her eyes, her pleasure. I saw her wiggling and arching up, she must be in the same state of ecstasy as me. An intense orgasm took over my body. The spasms ran all over it and I saw my cum spurting as I ejaculated against the window glass in several shots.

The woman across the street was watching me cum and I was watching her cum. I felt amazing.

The woman got up from her bed and drew the curtain. We had gotten what we wanted, I had gotten more than I ever expected. I drew the curtain of my own room too. The show was over. My body was content from the intense orgasm and my mind was in a state of happy ecstasy ebbing away into a sense of pride and satisfaction.