One Night in Georgetown

     About five years ago, I went to a several days meeting in the Georgetown section of Washington, DC.

     My small hotel occupied just a portion of a larger building. The rest of the building, I believe, was apartments, probably for students of the colleges nearby. There was a smallish area in the center of the building, not really a courtyard, but maybe an air shaft or light well. My room window looked out into that area.

     Fairly late one night I came back to my room, got caught up on my email and then I got ready for bed. When I turned off my lights, through my window I saw lights on in the room across the courtyard from me. I looked over there and saw a girl, probably in her early twenties, in a short t-shirt and panties, standing at her window. Her curtains were wide open, and she stood about three feet back. There was a lamp on a table beside the window that lit her up from the front fairly well.

     From what I could see, she was nice and shapely, with short dark hair. She wasn’t very tall. I could see her braless breasts with her nipples poking the front of her t-shirt. She looked up at one of the windows above mine. Suddenly she smiled and waved at someone.

     I stood there, back a bit from my window with my curtains open just enough to see her.  My lights were out, and I hoped couldn't see me.

     She must have had an arrangement with someone else who liked to watch her. She looked up and smiled and watched that someone. Then she slowly rubbed herself. She stroked up and down her stomach a few times, and then rubbed her breasts over her t-shirt. Her other hand dropped down to her crotch area. She spread her legs a bit and pressed her fingers into the lower front of her panties, into her pussy cleft.

     That made me immediately get hard. I hoped for more. I removed my jockey shorts and kept them at the ready. I spit on my palm for some start-up lube and I stroked myself while I watched her.

     This unknown girl was obviously putting on a show for another guy. Or maybe another girl? Or a couple? At any rate, it didn't bother me about spying on her if she was that much into exhibiting herself.

     She rubbed herself for a couple more minutes, then she removed her t-shirt and panties to expose her probably C-cup breasts. Down below, she wasn’t fully shaved, but she had a nicely trimmed triangle of pussy hair.

     Then she really got into masturbating herself, standing up right there in front of her window as she stared up at someone else. This went on for several minutes as she looked up at someone watching her.

     I continued to view her performance as I slowly jacked myself.

     I watched as she fingered her pussy and squeezed her own breasts pretty hard. Then she had a standing orgasm. For the first time since I started watching her, she didn't look up at the other room. She closed her eyes and leaned over forward as she got into her own orgasm. She squeezed her legs tightly on her hand and pinched and pulled one of her nipples.

     Well, that scene made me shoot my own cumload onto the jockey shorts that I had in my left hand while I watched her climax.

     Slowly, she straightened up and looked around at some of the other windows, including mine. But there was no indication that she saw anyone else. Then she looked back up at the other window, smiled, waved good-bye and closed her curtains.

     The next morning, I woke up and had to have another masturbation session, as I remembered the solo girl action from the night before. The next night was my last night in Georgetown, and I looked across again at her window, hoping for another scene. But her curtains stayed closed.