It was a warm night. I could see T relaxing on the bed in her hotel room with the curtains and window open. I phoned her and saw her pick it up and answered the call.

“Hey. How are you?” she asked.

“All good. Put your phone on speaker mode and then put it down,” I said.

“What, why?” T queried, sounding confused.

“Just do it,” I replied.

I could see T do as instructed and then sit back on the bed. “What’s on your mind?”

“You are,” I responded. “Now stand up.”

“I already am,” she retorted.

“No, you’re not; you’re sitting on the bed,” I replied, chuckling.

“What the hell…?” I heard T gasp and saw her look out of the window in surprise. The hotel consisted of two buildings facing each other over a wide courtyard. I was standing in the window of my room, a floor higher than T’s, with the lights off.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Yes,” T replied, nervously, “you know I do. Are you really over there?”

“Uh-huh,” I said. “Fourth floor, last one on the right. Lights off. All the better to see you with. Now, please stand up.”

T did as instructed, and I could see her peering across in my direction. “Well, this is a surprise, sunshine! Now what?” she asked tentatively.

My next instruction followed: “Switch off the main light, and just put the bedside lights on.”

I saw her move around the room. The lights changed to a more muted hue, but I could still see everything just as clearly.

“Good girl. Now stand by the window, facing the bed, and drop your jacket on the floor.”

T shrugged her jacket off, and I heard the muffled sound as it landed on the carpet.

“Skirt.”

“I see where this is going,” T chortled knowingly. She reached round behind herself and dropped the zip, slowly – I could see she was leaning into this now – and she wiggled her hips as the skirt went the same way as the jacket.

“Hair down, please.”

T released her dark tresses so they fell over her shoulders.

“Beautiful. I do love your hair, among other things. Undo your blouse. 

I could see her following my instructions, and her surrender, my control, and the anticipation, had made me hard, forcing me to adjust my growing erection inside my shorts.

“Bra. Keep the shirt on”

T reached up the back of her shirt and undid the clasp of her bra, then pulled the straps out from her short-sleeved blouse before pulling the whole thing through the middle and casting it across the bed with a flourish.

“Classy!” I laughed. “Now, knickers.”

T bent forwards deliciously and pulled her underwear down, exposing her beautiful arse to me (and possibly some other lucky bastards) in the process, before standing up again so it was just obscured by the trailing hem of her blouse.

“Turn around.”

T did so, and I held my breath as she turned, proudly and confidently, looking towards me. Her dark skin contrasted with the white of her open shirt. I couldn’t see her tits, just the cleavage, and her pudenda was just out of sight below the level of the window ledge.

“Get into in the middle of the bed and lie back, legs towards the window,” I continued thickly, reaching inside my shorts to grasp my now rock-hard cock.

As T followed my instructions, she moved more fully into the light, and I could see so much more of her: her beautiful skin and the dark shadow above her tidily trimmed pussy.

“You are so fucking hot, you know,” I intoned. “Truly.”

I could see T smile as she stretched her arms to the side, exposing one full breast with its dark nipple as her shirt opened on one side.

“Open your blouse. Let me see more,” I almost begged as I stroked myself, before regaining a semblance of authority.

T peeled open the other half of her blouse and let her arm fall back against the coverlet. If anyone in any of the rooms of the second floor or higher of my building were to look over, they’d see T, open and almost totally naked on her bed. I was yet again in awe of her bravery and open sexuality. I’d thought she’d be game for this but was still astounded to be proven right. 

“Pull on your nipples, both of them,” I ordered, knowing that this was one surefire way of heating her up if she wasn’t getting there already.

T complied, and I could see her pulling firmly at her teats, stretching her breasts up almost into cone shapes. I heard her gasp in pleasure, and her body writhed slightly, her legs opening a little.

“That’s right, beautiful. Please yourself, knead your those tits. Fuck,” I rasped, “you’ve got me so hard.”

I alternately squeezed my erection in my fist and fondled my balls as I watched her warming up more and more. I could tell she was enjoying the show, and her increasingly heavy breathing came through loud and clear through the phone.

“Stop,” I said abruptly.

Her arms fell to her side. I could see from the tightness of her nipples that she was turned on now. Her chest was rising and falling, and her legs were open a little.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Oh my god. I wish you were here,” T replied heavily.

“I am, babe. Just in your able hands. Now show me your cunt.”

T opened her legs wider and drew her knees up, exposing the delicious quim I knew so well. I’d spent enough time down there to know her aroma and taste, and I could almost sense them for real, I knew them so well.

“Suck the fingers on your right hand. Slowly.”

T complied, evidently enjoying the show and where this was going. She rolled her fingers wetly in her mouth, licking them indecently and with relish, coating them with her saliva.

“Good girl. I hope you’re wet.”

“You have no idea, sunshine. If you were here, you’d see that I’m dripping,” she laughed.

“Show me, T. Let me see how wet your delicious cunt is.”

T reached down and stroked her wet fingers up and down her labia before opening her legs even wider and sliding both fingers deep inside, tipping her hips up slightly to get deeper. “Fuck yes……ohhh,” I heard her moan.

“Finger yourself slowly for me, T. God, I’m so turned on,” I croaked, working my cock in long and deliberate strokes.

My mouth was suddenly dry, and I licked my lips as I watched her take herself to task. Her hips were gyrating around her fingers as the slid them in and out. She was grinding herself against her palm as she did it, and I could hear her breathing, gasping, as she pleasured herself for me – and whoever else might watching?

“Yes, fuck…don’t stop…use your other hand on your nipple,” I groaned, having to stop stroking myself to deter myself from coming.

T clutched her left tit hard, squeezing it, and her body bucked at the added stimulation. Her pitch was different now, sharp exhalations interspersed deep moans as she took herself higher for her own – and my viewing – pleasure.

“Touch your clit, gently. Imagine it’s my tongue, loving your soaking cunt,” I commanded. “I love the smell of you, the taste of you, your wetness.”

T followed my directions, whimpering as her finger made initial contact with her sensitive nub and started teasing it with her soaking fingertips.

“Mmm, perfect. Yes…just like that…slowly…take your time. You’re so gorgeous. I want you so badly, T. Show me how you like it.”

I could hear through the phone that T was now whining as she exhaled, spread out with abandon across her hotel room bed as she continued to roughly massage her tits with one hand while teasing her pussy with the other.

“I need to come. I’m so close,” she rasped after a few minutes, her body writhing on the bed, legs wide open, and almost lost to the outside world in her pleasure. “Let me, please,” she begged.

“Since you asked so nicely, and you’re so fucking divinely sexy, go for it,” I acquiesced, delighting in the vision through the window, legs wide open. “Come for me.”

“Oh, yes…ohmygod….ugh,” T moaned, squeezing her breast hard with one hand and rubbing her clit quickly with the other. Within a few seconds, she arched her back, eyes wide open, and froze for just a moment before releasing almost an animalistic yowl and collapsing on the bed, her hand pressed firmly over her pudenda.

I could see her orgasm flooding through her as her stomach clenched and relaxed over and over, punctuated by the sound of sharp breaths. She then sighed and lay flat on the bed, one arm gently holding her breast and the other cast across the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Fucking hell. That was something else,” she whispered, but loud enough for me to hear through our phones.

“You are one sexy motherfucker, T, truly. Unbelievably just…unbelievable,” I said as I ogled her in her post-orgasm glory from my room. 

“Well, sunshine, that was a new one for me. I’m impressed! Whatever next?” T asked.

“How about I come over there now, and we lick and suck each other into oblivion for round two?” I suggested.

“Fuck yes. Get that tush round here, sharpish. And the rest of you,” T laughed throatily.

“Let me pull my pants back up, and I’ll be right over,” I replied, and hung up.