Watching Her Exhibitionism

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

My small hotel occupied just several rooms in a portion of a much 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, sitting on her couch reading a magazine.

With my lights off, I figured that she couldn't see me, and I watched her for a couple of minutes.

Suddenly, she jumped a bit like she was startled, reached over and picked up her phone. She smiled as she chatted with the person on the other end, and nodded her head as she agreed with whatever the other person was saying. I watched as she tapped the screen of her phone as she walked over to her window. She must have put her phone in hands-free mode, as she kept talking as she put the phone down on a small table by the window.

Her curtains were wide open, and she stood about two feet back. There was a lamp on that table that lit her up from the front fairly well. I could see her clearly. She was nice and shapely, with short dark hair. She wasn’t very tall. Her belly was bare below her short t-shirt and I could see her bra-less breasts with her nipples poking the front of her t-shirt.

At first, she looked around at the windows on my side of the building, I guess to see if anyone was watching. Then she looked up at one of the windows above mine, smiled and waved and spoke to someone over her phone.

I stood there, back a bit from my window with my curtains open just enough to see her, starting to get an erection.  My lights were out, and I hoped couldn't see into my room and discover me watching her.

I figure she must have had an arrangement with someone else who liked to watch her, because she slowly rubbed herself as she talked to them. I watched as she stroked her palms up and down her stomach a few times, and then she rubbed her breasts over her t-shirt.

I got even more aroused as I watched her.

She let one hand drop 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, as she looked up at the other window, talked and listened to someone I couldn't see.

That made me get even harder. I hoped her show would continue. I removed my jockey shorts and kept them at the ready. I spit into 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 that I was spying on her if she was that much into exhibiting herself.

She rubbed her pussy and tits for a couple more minutes, then she removed her t-shirt and panties to fully expose her probably C-cup breasts, continuing to listen and talk over her phone. Down below, she wasn’t fully shaved, but she had a nicely trimmed triangle of pussy hair, clearly illuminated by that table lamp.

Then she really got into masturbating herself, standing up right there in front of her window as she stared up at someone else, maybe listening to directions over her phone. This went on for several minutes as she looked up at whoever was watching her.

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

I watched as she fingered her pussy faster 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. I could tell that she was telling the other person(people?) that she was cumming. She squeezed her legs tightly on her hand and pinched and pulled one of her nipples.

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

Slowly, she straightened up and looked around at the other windows again, including mine. But there was no indication that she saw anyone else. Then she looked back up at the other window, smiled, said good-bye and blew them a kiss. Then she closed her curtains. I stood there barely believing what I had just seen, but the proof was on my cum-soaked underwear there in my hand.

The next morning, I woke up and had to have another jack-off session, as I remembered the very erotic solo girl action from the night before. That 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.