Views, Part 2 [Mf] [exh] [voy] [mast] [cheating] [oral] [teasing]

*“Maybe I’ll see you in class, Mark.”*

Sasha’s voice played over and over in Mark’s head as he entered his hotel room. He put his suitcase down next to the door and turned around to shut it. As he turned back around to take in his new living arrangements for the next few months, he took a deep breath, finally managing to get the image of Sasha’s face out of his mind.

He liked the room. It was pretty much an apartment, with a table near the door, a small kitchen and a counter, and further ahead, a sleeping area, with a queen sized bed.

He made his way towards the bed. The bed area had large floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city. He liked that they let in a lot of light, although he would probably pull the blinds across at night time to give himself some privacy. He stopped near the bed, looking approvingly over the pillows, and then glanced out of his window. His eyebrows moved upwards, and a hint of a smile appeared on his mouth.

If there was one thing Mark loved, it was balconies.

His dark eyes traveled over the balcony wrapped around his sleeping space, and then he moved back to his suitcase. As he strolled across his hotel room, his walk took on a more relaxed and casual stride than usual. He was so excited to finally be able to relax. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this way.

His suitcase was pushed over until it lied flat on its back on the wooden floor. He unzipped it and opened it. On top of all of his folded clothes and belongings, sat a single book.

Mark picked up his copy of the Alchemist and strolled back towards the balcony, a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to take this balcony for a spin. He passed his bed, and walked towards the end of the windows, where there was a single glass door. His hand stretched out and grabbed the wooden handle. The door was opened, and the soft sounds of the outdoors came flowing in. Distant traffic, a light breeze, and some windchimes nearby.

He stepped outside. The floor of the balcony was also made of wood, although it was a different wood than the hotel room inside. There was a potted plant in the corner. The balcony was surrounded by glass panels in lieu of a railing. He gazed around at his view, making his way to the lounge chairs and the small table in the middle of the balcony. It seemed like the other hotel rooms also had an L shape like his, with the bed spaces sticking out of the building, surrounded by balconies just like his.

He sat on one of the chairs. His hair was ruffled a little by the soft breeze. He inhaled deeply, listening to the distant sound of the windchimes. A look of supreme contentment washed over his face, he had needed this, badly. He exhaled.

The chair creaked a bit as he sat back, placing his book on his lap. His gaze wandered over to the rooms next to his. They all had curtains pulled across their windows, all except for one. The room diagonally across from him, on the tenth floor. He could see right into it. Although he was sitting at an elevated angle, the windows were the perfect distance away, due to the L shape of the rooms. And he could see almost the entire sleeping area of the person diagonally below him.

At first, he thought that the room might be unoccupied. But then he looked closer, and spotted a laptop sitting on the bed. The sheets were all ruffled up. Someone definitely lived there.

He remembered Sasha had gone to the tenth floor.

*It’s probably not her room*, he told himself. He didn’t know how many rooms per floor were in this hotel, and she could potentially be in any one of the rooms on the tenth floor. And besides, he thought that it would be weird for him to watch her through her windows. If he was being honest with himself, he probably shouldn’t even be thinking of her like this. She was a student, probably almost half his age. He shouldn’t care where she slept, whether it be in a room near his or not.

But he did. He did care.

He sighed and opened his book, looking down. He read three sentences before he decided to look one last time. He didn’t know why he looked. But he shot a quick glance at the windows of the room diagonally below him, and his eyebrows went upwards.

There was a woman there now. She had tossed something onto the bed, it looked like some kind of purple turd. Maybe she was an art student, taking art classes in the honors program.

He realized that whoever she was, she looked a lot like Sasha. Almost exactly like her.

“No way,” he muttered to himself. He put his book down.

She was still standing near her bed. Her hands went to the waistband of her jeans. Mark sat completely still. A soft breeze brushed past. The tinkling of windchimes sounded from a distance away.

He watched the girl he was convinced was Sasha undo the button to her jeans. His seat creaked as he leaned forwards a little more. Her hands pulled the zipper open. They pushed her jeans down, past her hips, and the jeans traveled down her perfect legs. He saw the top of her head as she bent over, taking her pants off. It was definitely Sasha. There was no way it wasn’t Sasha.

She straightened up, and Mark’s breath caught in his throat. Her legs were to die for. And those hips, those beautiful hips. She stepped towards her bed, and then threw herself onto it.

A small voice in his head told himself that he shouldn’t be watching her, but he couldn’t stop. Her head was out of sight now, but he could still see the rest of her body, lying stomach down on her bed. His gaze zeroed in on her butt. It looked even more amazing than before. Even at the distance he was at, he could still clearly see the shapes of her cute round buttcheeks, he could still see the snug underwear hugging their form. He saw her hand make its way under her body.

A few moments passed. The hand didn’t leave. Her arm just stayed under her body. The seconds ticked on, and Mark slowly realized she was masturbating.

He listened to the distant sounds of the windchimes, wondering what else she could possibly be doing. But the only conclusion he came up with was masturbating. Why else would she be sticking her hand between her legs like that? He had initially thought she was adjusting her underwear, but as he watched her squirm slightly, her feet slowly moving a bit, he realized that Sasha was definitely touching herself. In full view of all of the people staying next to her.

He suddenly remembered to breathe, and inhaled as he watched her foot, covered in a light gray sock, brush over the back of her other leg. It slid upwards until it almost reached her other knee, and then slowly slid back towards her other foot again. Then her feet dug into the mattress for a few moments. There was a barely noticeable jiggle in her buttcheeks as she squirmed again.

Then she turned over to her back. Her light gray blouse had flopped upwards, revealing most of her stomach, but keeping her breasts maddeningly hidden. She placed her feet on her mattress, raising her knees a little, and then started to spread her legs.

There was that purple turd again, but it looked wet. Mark narrowed his eyes a little.

“Oh shit,” he breathed. He had realized he was looking at a dildo, a dildo coated with saliva. His heart started beating fast. He couldn’t believe what he was watching.

The dildo moved between her legs, and he could barely make out her hand pulling her panties aside. While her thigh was undeniably sexy, it was blocking the view of her pussy. But, he could infer quite clearly what was going on from what he could still see. He watched the tip of the dildo make contact with her body, and then she slowly slid it inside herself.

Mark’s brain stopped. His lips parted. His breathing quickened, ever so slightly.

Her foot brushed against her mattress. Through the massive windows of the room diagonally below his, he watched her start to pull the dildo out, and then push it back in. She squirmed a little.

If she was moaning, he couldn’t hear her, only the windchimes. The dildo was pulled out, pushed back in. He saw her breathing, her stomach moving. She started thrusting the toy inside herself faster and faster, and he thought he could see her adding little twisting motions as well.

He swallowed. The windchimes tinkled.

Her hips lifted off of the mattress, just a little, and he caught a brief glimpse of her cute rear before it was plopped back down again. Her stomach and chest were moving faster, up and down. Her other hand joined her first at pumping the dildo in and out, in and out. Her body twitched. Her foot brushed against the mattress.

He remembered to breathe again. His eyes didn’t leave her. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but how was he supposed to stop?

He was watching a woman who looked exactly like the cute blonde girl from the elevator fuck herself.

Her hands moved faster and faster. The windchimes tinkled. He saw the shapes of her breasts under her blouse wobbling, he saw her legs squirming around. She was close, he could tell. The dildo was thrust inside of her faster and faster, harder and harder. Her chest wobbled a little more. Her legs twitched.

There was another breeze, and the windchimes softly started tinkling again. She lifted her ass up, raising her hips into the air, her feet pushing against the mattress. Her mouth opened, but all Mark hear was the sounds of the windchimes as her hands furiously pumped her toy into her body. Then she collapsed, and her entire body started trembling. The dildo was pulled out of her pussy and thrown off of the bed. He saw it land on the floor nearby, glistening.

She pulled her legs into her body, her hands pressing and rubbing against her crotch. Waves of trembles still passed through her body, although she seemed to be calming down. Mark swallowed, watching intently.

Her legs slowly unfolded from her body. One of her hands traveled away from her crotch, her fingertips brushing over her waist. Mark saw her taking deep breaths. His heart was racing, as if he was the one who had just climaxed, and not her.

Her body grew still. He began to feel shame seeping in. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He should have went inside, but instead he sat out on his balcony and watched, no not watched, stared, at the whole thing. He couldn’t believe himself, he wasn’t normally like this. This was shameful. He quickly glanced around, but it didn’t seem like anyone saw or could have seen him watching a girl almost half his age pleasure herself.

Then he realized he was rock hard.

He groaned, and his seat creaked as he sat back again. His dick throbbed in his pants as he opened up his book. The urge to look into the woman who looked like Sasha’s windows again mounted as he stared at the words on his page, and eventually, it became too much.

His eyes moved away from the page, and he kept his head as still as he could as he glanced at her room again.

She was standing directly in front of her window, one of her hands resting on the curtains next to her. Her whole body was visible.

There was no doubt about it now. It was the same gorgeous woman from the elevator. Sasha, with her cute blonde hair, stunning eyes and *perfect* face, and her body with her slim curves, dressed in only a long sleeved blouse and a pair of panties.

A few seconds after he looked at her, she suddenly leapt to the side, diving behind the curtains. His heart plummeted, and his face started burning.

She had seen him.

“Shit,” he muttered, his grip tightening on his book. “Fuck. Shit fuck.”

Now she knew how much of an absolute creep he was. There would be no more of those smiles from her, no more *“maybe I’ll see you in class, Mark”*s. Now she would know how much of a bad person he was.

Even he didn’t know he was capable of something like this until now. Maybe those incredible eyes had brought this side out of him, he wondered. Or that squeezable ass. Or maybe this had been a part of him all along, and he had just been in denial for 44 years. Either way, she probably felt horrible, and he would probably get in huge trouble, he would never be able to teach again…

He told himself not to think about that.

Although his body was filled with shame, although he felt like shit, he still felt the urge to look. His face burned as he looked over at her window, as sneakily as he could.

She was there again, peeking out at him. Some of her body was still hidden behind the curtain, but there was no mistaking it, she was looking directly at him. He wondered what she was thinking. Why wasn’t she moving?

He realized she didn’t know he was looking at her.

His chest felt a spark of hope. To her, it most likely looked like he was reading his book. He certainly hoped so. As he continued watching her, she moved back behind the curtain and vanished. Her head reappeared a few moments later, and he decided it was time to go inside.

Mark looked everywhere except for Sasha’s windows as he stood up from his seat and made his way inside. He felt like he was in a dream. None of this felt real. He looked around his hotel room, and then headed inside the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet.

“Oh dear lord,” he sighed.

He was still rock hard.

Mark took a deep breath, and then groaned, before slowly unzipping his pants.

The next day, Mark got out of bed and managed to make it through the entire morning without going outside and looking at Sasha’s window. He took a shower, put some product in his hair, ate breakfast, brushed his teeth, shaved, and got dressed, all the while getting an occasional erection every time he pictured the sight of Sasha standing in front of her window.

He taught his first lecture that day. The elevator was empty when he stepped inside of it. No sign of any blonde. The hotel lobby, full of students, was missing a blonde woman talking on her phone. But even as he walked down the street towards the bus stop, he couldn’t get Sasha out of his head. He imagined Sasha would already be in the bus while he boarded it, but then he realized that wouldn’t make any sense. As he sat with his briefcase on his lap, jostled around slightly by the movements of the bus, he pictured Sasha’s legs, recalling how they had squirmed around, her heels digging into her sheets, while she filled her pussy with her dildo.

His heart was in his throat when he walked into the classroom for the first time. He glanced around at the students filling the rows of seats, but wasn’t able to spot any short blonde haircuts. He cleared his throat as he placed his briefcase on his desk and started to pull his laptop out of it. After he had gotten his laptop set up and plugged in, he straightened his sports jacket, looking up at his students for the first time. His dark eyes quickly scanned the room, jumping from face to face, looking for Sasha’s captivating eyes, her incredible smile. His heart sank.

She wasn’t there.

So he began the class, pulling up his introductory powerpoint on his computer. He remained seated at his desk so that he could change the slides, which he supposed was a good thing, because he had to fight down a rogue boner every ten minutes. Images of Sasha kept popping up in his head, of the way she had looked at him in the elevator, with that playful smile. Then, as he started introducing the concept that the practice problems would be based on, his brain conjured up images of her mouthwatering ass in those tight jeans, of her spreading her nude legs.

It was an awkward class, but finally, it was over.

There were a ton of things Mark could’ve done with the rest of his day. He could’ve seen the sights, done touristy things. He could’ve tried out a new restaurant. He could’ve relaxed at the beach.

He did none of these things, because, although he hated to admit it to himself, doing any of that would mean missing out on the chance to see Sasha play with herself again.

As he made his way back to the hotel, Mark wondered what it was about her that captivated him so much. Sure, she was stunning, with her eyes, and her cheekbones, and her hair, but lots of people were stunning. He had seen some objectively attractive students in his class that very day. The girl with the dark curly hair and heavily lidded eyes sitting in the first row. The darker girl with the low cut shirt. The redhead sitting in the back, with her huge blue eyes and full rose petal lips. But there was something about Sasha. He had thought it was her eyes, but then, as he entered the hotel lobby, he decided it wasn’t her eyes, but her gaze. It was the *way* she looked at him that drove him crazy. And the way she held herself, the way she walked, the way she talked.

At first he thought he was just seeing things because he was thinking about her.

But no, there she was, at the other end of the lobby, striding into the elevator. She had that bounce in her walk that he liked so much.

He jogged forwards, but he was too late. The doors slid shut, and the numbers in the display above them started counting upwards. Mark slowed down, nearing the water wall. He shot the receptionist an awkward smile and made his way towards the elevators as casually as he could. The second elevator opened up a few moments after he pushed the button, and he went inside.

His disappointment with the lecture as well as missing the chance to talk to Sasha started to lessen as he rode upwards to the eleventh floor. There was still the chance, the very faint chance, that he’d be able to see her masturbate. He was almost certain she wouldn’t masturbate two days in a row, but he had certainly went harder than that at her age, so there was a chance.

The doors opened. He quickly made his way to his room, an erection growing in his pants. He fumbled with his key, and threw his briefcase on the table near the door after he managed to get inside. He immediately went towards his windows.

He hesitated before opening the door to head out to his balcony, then grabbed the handle and headed outside.

The faint noise of the city greeted him. It was strangely soothing. He looked around at the view for a moment, and then his dark eyes looked towards Sasha’s window.

Her laptop sat on the corner of her bed, open, similar to the day before. Half of her blanket was on the floor. He spotted a striped pink sock, but Sasha was nowhere to be seen. He sighed with disappointment.

Then his brow furrowed.

Why were her curtains still open? If he were Sasha, he would never have his curtains open again.

She suddenly walked into view. Mark froze. Sasha was wearing nothing but a white crop top and a pair of grey underwear. Her gorgeous legs picked their way towards her bed, and she crawled onto it. He was amazed at how effortlessly sexy she was.

As he watched her, stunned, he thought he saw her face turn towards him, he thought he saw her eyes look in his direction. But he looked away too fast to make sure. He took a deep breath, adjusting his shirt as he pretended to have been looking at the view the whole time. The woman currently on all fours on her mattress wouldn’t masturbate if she knew he was out there. So, deciding it was better to play it safe than sorry, Mark turned around and walked back into his hotel room.

He grabbed a glass of water, but couldn’t drink it. Sitting at the counter in his kitchen, he was filled with the urge to go outside again. He wanted to watch Sasha pleasure herself again. Even if she didn’t do anything, he wanted to watch her. He knew it was creepy, but he didn’t care anymore.

Eventually, he gave in. He made his way back towards his windows. He would have to keep himself out of sight, he would have to be sneaky.

He crouched down once he reached the glass door. As he stepped outside, he kept himself as low as possible. He wasn’t sure if Sasha could see him, but as he spotted her lying on her bed through her window, he saw that he didn’t have to worry. She lying on her back, her legs crossed, her foot leisurely moving from side to side, staring at her phone. He made his way towards one of the chairs, and scooched behind it, before peering at Sasha through a gap in the chair. He couldn’t see her that well, so he slid the chair forwards a few inches, and then peered through the gap again. His heart thudded in his chest as his eyes found Sasha again, hoping she hadn’t noticed the chair move.

Her phone rested on her chest. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was open with laughter. She covered her mouth with her other hand and raised her phone up in front of her face again, blinking tears out of her eyes. Her shoulders shook as she continued laughing, grinning at her phone.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

He got into a comfortable position, sitting down on the floor, and peering through the gap in the chair. He started to wonder what he was doing. This was seriously weird. He shouldn’t be watching people like this. Even if he was getting away with it, he knew that it was wrong, he knew that he should go inside and push Sasha from his mind.

But then Sasha moved. She raised her legs in the air, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, and smoothly pulled them off. Mark watched her panties travel up her beautiful legs. They kicked in the air, finally managing to free themselves from her underwear, and tossed the gray panties aside.

She turned, pointing her legs towards him, and planted her feet into her mattress. Then she spread her legs.

It took a moment for all of this to register for Mark. He blinked at Sasha’s bare crotch. His mouth slowly opened.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!”

He scooched himself forwards a little, peering through the gap of the chair. He could just barely make out her perfect slit. And it looked like it was clean shaven, or at least her pubes were trimmed very neatly.

Mark struggled to wrap his mind around what he was experiencing. He watched her fingers make their way to her mouthwatering folds, he watched them do what he wished he could do himself. Her fingers traveled over her pussy, touching and stroking it, starting gently at first. Then they grew more purposeful, traveling back and forth over her slit, before she started pressing down a little, her hand moving in circular motions.

He groaned behind his chair. His erection was back, and he felt the same way he did when he thought about Sasha in class earlier that day, except now it was that feeling times ten. That longing, that desire was increased to an almost unbearable level.

He moved the chair forwards a little more. It was almost at the edge of the balcony now. But Sasha just kept touching herself, she didn’t seem to notice. So he kept watching.

He started rubbing his erection, desperate for some kind of relief. Nervous excitement flared up in his chest as he watched her sit up, leaning back on her elbow. Her fingers started sliding inside of her. As she fingered herself, Mark noticed that it looked like she was looking directly at him.

It was the hottest sight he had ever seen in his life.

The windchimes sounded off in the distance as his cock started leaking in his underwear. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this hard. His feeling of nervous excitement grew, mixed with longing, as he watched Sasha start fingering herself faster. Her face was definitely pointed in his direction. But she didn’t stop, she didn’t slow down, and he was hidden behind his chair.

Still in the clear.

He started stroking his shaft through his pants. He let out a little moan. Despite being nerve wracking and incredibly sexy, the sight was also beautiful. Sasha, with her legs spread out, unknowingly presenting her most private part to him as she fucked herself with her fingers, while appearing to look right at him the whole time.

His wide eyes stared, unbelieving, as she brought her hand away from her pussy and inserted her pointer and ring finger in her mouth, before bringing them back between her legs.

Her hips twitched. The soft sounds of the city continued; it was unaware of the dirty things happening in Sasha’s window. The wind chimes sounded quietly in the distance. Mark’s hand pressed down on and rubbed against his rock hard cock. Tingles of pleasure shot through his body, accompanied by jolts of excitement as Sasha’s motions grew faster and more purposeful.

His breathing quickened. Her fingers slid out from her slick pussy and pressed against her clit, rubbing it in quick circles. Her hips raised into the air. Her body shook, and Mark’s brain exploded as he clearly saw liquid squirt out of Sasha’s beautiful pussy.

His mouth dropped open, and his dark eyes narrowed. The windchimes tinkled. Her body collapsed on the mattress, her fingers still furiously working her clit, and her pussy sprayed again, her liquids splattering over the bed and onto the floor. He felt a powerful tingling sensation spread from his crotch. He groaned loudly.

His cock exploded, pumping the biggest load he’d had in years into his underwear. He trembled behind his chair, watching through the gap as Sasha squirted yet again, her feet shaking, her legs pulled into her body like last time. He continued rubbing his erection through his pants, and it twitched over and over, continuously pumping out cum onto his leg. Sasha’s hand slowed down, caressing her glistening labia, as her body twitched and shook lightly.

Mark took deep breaths, his eyes half open. His legs twitched. Cum oozed from his cock, but it had finally started to shrink. He felt light. He sat back against his window, leaning his head back, inhaling and exhaling slowly. He closed his eyes.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“*Fuck*.”

*to be continued in Part 3*

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