This is a story about a business trip to Paris, France recently.
I flew into Paris and my French business colleague booked a room in downtown Paris for me. This was near the Eifell Tower and was a small hotel in a 6 story building in a side street. If you know Paris you will know that the side streets are very narrow, and difficult for 2 cars to pass each other.
I was tired and we went to a near-by restaurant for a super French meal. However as I was tired we didn't stay too long (difficult to have a quick meal in France) and we arranged to meet the next morning.
This was in August and the evening was very hot. Typically, small hotels do not have any AC. The windows have wooden shutters to keep the sun out, but my room was so hot I had to leave them open to get some cooling air. Across the narrow street, it looked like a building with small business units above the restaurants and shops. The only lights were in the restaurants and shops on the ground level, no lights were above.
I put the TV on but had the lights off as I had the wooden shutters open and windows open and do not wear anything when I sleep-it was too hot anyway to wear anything. I was on the fourth floor and all the lights were off on the adjacent building.
My room was very small (by USA standards) single bed, a few feet from either wall and the TV about 10 feet from me high on the wall above , angled down so I could watch it. Although I had the lights tuned off, my room was still slightly illuminated by the TV and outside Parisian lights.
I don't know what I was watching on TV but my hand did move down to my erection. Although I was tired it seems my penis wasn't.
I was aware that the shutters were open but across the street everything was dark so although I was really tired, I thought that I should not be selfish and not go to sleep yet. I should look after my penis, after all it is a marriage and we have to look after each other.
After the long journey I was almost sleeping, at the same time as looking after and caressing Mr. Penis. I fell asleep several times and then started stroking again.
After a few stops/ starts I became aware of a glow from the building opposite. I immediately woke up and saw that above the restaurant opposite, slightly above my room, there was a light. I didn't move much and looked over.
I saw through the open window an ironing board next to the window. I didn't see anyone, but I was now more awake and continued my slow stoking. I am not an exhibitionist, but did find this a little exciting. Had someone seen me in the light of My room TV?
I kept stoking and at the same time my head was loking at the room opposite. The light was not good but after a while, I saw this shape of a girl in the doorway behind the ironing board watching me. I kept on going and then saw the shape move from the doorway, she disappeard then after a short time I thought I saw her head by the ironing board. She was sitting on a chair with her head resting on her hands on the ironing board watching me.
This was too much-I had so much pre-cum and I kept going slowly for what seemed like ages, knowing that I was being watched by a stranger.
When I came it wasn't as much or as forcefull as I would normally do, but I did make much more noise than normal. I'm not sure if she could hear from across the street
BUT when I sat up from the bed and we made eye contact I got the most beautiful smile from my friend on the ironing board