In the late 90’s I was working for a hotel in their AV department. Hotels are interesting places in that a lot of people behave in ways they wouldn’t anyone else, and I think a lot of that comes from both the security of having a room of your own, but also the impermanence of the residency. I missed out on most of that because I was in this hyper-responsible mindset, trying to make good on my first job out of college, and they’d shown us a video during orientation about all the terrible ways you could get everyone sued if you did anything deviant on hotel property. And I was really, really good, on my best behavior, and then something kind of broke between having to work through Christmas and New Year’s. Maybe it was watching folks hook up at company Christmas parties, or not getting the chance to get out and celebrate myself, but I started to find myself inclined to swiping the occasional drink from a mini-bar, or taking a nap in one of the nicer suites. Nothing criminal, but fireable offenses all the same.
And then came that weird night when all the stars aligned. It was mid-January, and we’d just had a major storm. A fair number of guests who’d been in for the previous week’s conference had found themselves stuck, I was getting a lot of requests to do custom set-ups, and the hotel offered to give me a room and dinner if I agreed to stay overnight (Sunday into Monday). As I was staying overnight, I didn’t do the usual 5pm scramble to take everything down and back to our office. The last set-up I had to pull down was a stereo in our gym, a group of guests had thrown a pool party and wanted something better to drown out our standard muzak. The cool thing about our gym was that it was on the second to top floor of the hotel, and it must have had a great view when the hotel was first built, but now had a view of the top level of the hotel in property next door. It was around 11:00pm when I made my way up there and started to break down the gear. I don’t know if it was because it was a dark Mid-Western night, or that I’d never worked that late on that floor, but my attention was immediately drawn to the building across the way when a light went on in a guest suite. It was the only light on that floor, and the next rooms with open curtains and lights on were two floors below.
I could tell immediately what was going down. The two people came in through the door, and immediately started fooling around. They were both in business attire, she pushed his jacket to the floor, he was trying to get her skirt to rise up her leg while they kissed (and brother, it wasn’t working, wrong material/wrong season). They broke apart, made their way into the room, she dropped her own jacket to the floor, and in unison, they started to undress for each other. I was a deer in the headlights, standing there by the greeting desk in our gym, wrapping an AC Cord, trying to decide my next move, deciding the best thing would be to just finish what I was doing there, make my presence obvious so they could realize I was there, turn off the lights, close the drapes, whatever.
That did not happen.
They were down to their underwear, kissing again the next time I looked over, I started to wheel the cart with all the gear through the lobby to the elevator when I took one last look and saw they were both looking at me. It was enough of a distance that I really couldn’t read expressions, but faces were facing me, even still embraced, they had paused and I felt like they wanted me to respond. I engaged my best customer service mindset, smiled, and waved. They waved back, and I was once again frozen with indecision on what to do next. And the woman looked at him, and then looked at me, and popped her bra off. The guy clapped, then stepped forward to hold her breasts in his hands. They kissed some more, even from that distance I could tell he was fully excited about what was ready to happen.
I still didn’t know how much I was supposed to stay around for, but she took a step back, and pulled her underwear down, giving me the rear view, which was happy trigger for me. She removed her panties, and dangling them over her shoulder turned back to face me. He came up behind started kissing her neck, running his hands over her figure, and standing there, on the spot, I made my move. I grabbed one of the smaller towels we offered to guests for the treadmills, walked to the small couch that faced that window, and made the exaggerated gesture of pointing up, and then made a sweeping motion towards my lower abdomen. Her response was to drop to her knees, and pull down his boxers.
For a moment I thought about how bad this could be. There were definitely cameras in the room, and even though I knew the night security guard was most likely watching TV, I was still about to commit a lewd act on property. I also factored in that anyone from the hotel could have walked in, and that just because all I could see was activity in their room didn’t mean lots of people couldn’t see me from the opposing hotel. But I also knew that two people were about to fuck, and I had as much consent could be given, and I had desperately needed to get off for a while. I opened my belt, pulled my khakis down to my mid-thighs, and pulled my now raging erection through the opening in my boxer briefs. It would probably have been more showmanship to pull everything down, but the thought of my ass being on camera, or the hope of recovery if I heard the elevator ding inspired a bit of modesty. Meanwhile, my new friends were engaged in what looked like a really great blowjob. She appeared to have one hand on his left butt cheek, the other wrapped around the base of his cock. He was being gentlemanly, running his hand along her face, letting her control how much of his member was in her mouth.
I had both work boots up on the coffee table, I was running my fingertips up and down my shaft, lightly pulsing my hips to the rhythm.
He must have said something to her, because she stopped. He walked over to some luggage, started going through. She stood up and watched me, placing her hand on the glass, leaning in until her breasts pressed against the cold pane. Which must have been really cold, because she suddenly stepped back, and gave a hammy shiver/titty shake.
I guess the guy was digging in his bag for a condom, because he came back, acknowledged me with a bicep pump, and led her to the bed. He laid her back, and proceeded to go down on her. This wasn’t as much fun as it was mainly her legs framing his behind, but I completely envied his position.
Eventually she scooted up, aligned herself so that she was laying on the pillow. He put the condom on, and they started to have sex. In my head, the world started to fall away. I stopped being worried about getting caught, I just felt good. At a point in my life where I was having issues with connecting with people, this unique opportunity to engage in something like this with real people, but still have this geographic prophylactic seemed both arousing and comforting.
They changed positions so that she was on top, and while they were in that position, she seemed to remember I was there. As she bounced and thrusted, she would look at him, take moments where she threw her head back, and then she would look over at me. I’m not really sure what I looked like from their perspective, but I think it was more about being desirable. Maybe it felt like simultaneously being the object of two men’s affections.
She got off of him, planted her feet on the floor, leaned over the bed and kissed him while she stroked him. The sight of her full cheeks while she pleasured him picked up my own pace. I’d been at this long enough, edging, and thought maybe this was the time to go for broke, but then she pulled him up from the bed, walked over to the armchair by the window, and kneeled away from him, facing out the window. Facing me.
He seemed as entranced by her bottom as I was, he entered her like he was savoring every second. His head rolled back as he began to thrust, she alternately looked back at him, and then towards me. Her breasts were resting on the chair back, his hands were clasping her thighs, I could tell by their body language that they were getting close to climax. In the heat of the moment, I stood up, walked with purpose to the window, pulled my boxers down to my knees and stroked intensely as I locked eyes on her. My breathing got short, my legs trembled, and my member began to spasm as I flooded the towel. I closed my eyes, my hand on the cold glass, just letting myself get lost in the release.
When I opened my eyes again, they had clearly finished as well. He was slumped over her, kissing her cheek and stroking her hair. I tossed the towel back on the coffee table, started pulling myself back together. In the back of my head I played out how my finale looked on the security footage. I looked back at the couple, waved. They gave an exhausted wave back. I threw the towel under the skirt of the AV cart and made my way back down to the office. When I finally checked into my room, I replayed the whole thing in my head (at times replacing the man with myself on the other side of the action) and climaxed again, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
And then there were never any repercussions at work. The moment just went by, I’ve never really told anyone that story, mainly because I think it skirts so many societal taboos, but even just writing about it today brings back a lot of exciting feelings.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lctjfr/mfm_reflections_of_a_consensual_voyeur