Summary: A business traveler settles into his usual Phoenix hotel room after another long day on the road. Standing at the window, he notices a woman in the building across the narrow drive. She catches him watching and begins a slow, deliberate striptease, holding his gaze the entire time. After writing her room number on the glass, she invites him over. He crosses the lot and finds his wife waiting inside, having flown out to surprise him because she knew he needed the connection. Jobs that require traveling for work start with adventure and excitement but quickly devolve into drudgery for a guy like Mike. Checking in to the hotel was efficient because his member status and app let him skip the front desk entirely in the suburbs of Phoenix. Efficiency is the tool middle-aged men adopt to deal with the boredom and stress of the modern workplace when the days blur together on the road. The fact that he didn’t truly care about why he was there got blunted by how well he navigated his world with rewards points and quick exits. Luggage stayed at the bare minimum so nothing weighed him down. Travel items sat in the exact order he would need them once he hit the room. Everything got checked online at just the right time so he could breeze through without waiting or talking to anyone. Competence makes you lonely sometimes when the miles pile up. When the door shuts on a chain hotel room you could be anywhere and it all feels the same. The rooms look the same in the suburbs of Phoenix as they do outside Atlanta. Company accounts and rewards programs add up to not remembering which way to turn for the elevator when you step into a hallway that looks just like the one from earlier in the week. There is a small comfort in the familiar even if it feels like all adventure is dead and gone. He sets his bags on the stand and the counter with practiced ease. He opens the right pockets and lines his items up in a neat row for a shower then steps to the window. Pulling the blinds open reveals the windowed wall of another chain hotel across a narrow drive aisle. Sheer curtains are the only things separating him from the view of other patrons moving in their rooms. Modern man is a mess of conflicting ideals when the road wears him thin. After avoiding interaction at every possible turn standing in front of the window leaves him wanting to be seen by someone who might want him back. Unbuttoning his shirt he feels emotions flicker between the need to be seen by someone who would desire him and the fear of offending someone more innocent on the other side. It is the first moment of joy he has felt since he left the house on Monday morning. It is not really joy not the kind you feel when you see someone you love after a long absence. It is the kind built on the possibility of excitement like wondering if this is the moment a first date will kiss you or whether the roulette wheel will land on red. He steps out of his pants and stands bare in front of the window for a moment exposed to the core. He finds in that moment not only excitement but balance to the person he has been all day long. He closes his eyes breathes deep then turns and heads for the shower stopping on the way to pick up a THC pen from his bag. Window Across the Aisle The hot water and the weed slowly dissolve some of the stress of the day as steam fills the small bathroom. The first fingers of calm start to creep in as he lets the water run over the top of his head and down his shoulders. He used to be athletic back in his college football days at OSU. Looking at himself in the mirror through the shower glass he thinks it still shows in the lines of his chest and arms. His mind slower than before he walks out of the bathroom toweling his hair and back into the view of the window. The bedside lights illuminate him softly from behind. He breathes the exposure in feeling the cool air on his damp skin. The small amount of adrenaline is somehow calming and he closes his eyes trying to let the stress go. As he opens them his breath catches in his throat. The window in the hotel across the aisle has lit up as a woman backs into the room pulling her suitcases behind her. Curly hair pulled up in a high ponytail pencil skirt blouse and heels. She is obviously traveling for work but he is rooted in place by the curve of her hips in that skirt. She drags her bag into the room and at the moment his mind tells him to stop staring she turns to face the window. Caught flat-footed. As fear and excitement compete in his chest she looks him straight in the eye and a smirk crawls across her face. He is transfixed. She is everything he has ever wanted in a woman. Her face has a beautiful girl-next-door charm but her eyes drill into his with the fire of a dominatrix. She is curvy and strong. Without breaking eye contact she slowly makes her way toward the window. With a deliberate seductive sway to her hips she reaches for her top button. Unsure of what to do with himself he starts to take a step back aware of the swelling in his cock. As she works her way from the top button down she raises one finger in a wait gesture. She is amazing and he is rooted in place. Finishing her seductive walk she stands at the window with strong confidence works her blouse out of her skirt and casts it back over her shoulders onto the floor. She never averts her eyes from the exposed man sixty feet away. Her black bra provides a stark contrast to her skin. She slowly reaches behind her waist and unzips her skirt her struggle to wiggle it over her hips emphasizing the pin-up proportions of her body before she kicks it to the side. Black high-cut panties frame her shape. He is as hard as he has ever been. He slowly steps toward his window still clutching his towel. She traces her fingers up her stomach. He can see that she is not looking in his eyes anymore. She is taking him in. Her eyes crawl over his muscular physique and land on his cock. He can feel her desire for him and it scratches at his itch for exposure. Her fingers curl around her breasts and cup them. Her eyes close as she slowly kneads them then open and return to his face as she reaches behind to unclasp her bra. Maintaining eye contact she pulls it off and tosses it across the room as haphazardly as her other clothes. One hand reaches to cup a breast and tug at one of her nipples. The other traces itself across her stomach and across the front of her panties. She gives a soft playful pat to her mons relishing the electric spark it sends through her clit. His hand wraps around his cock unconsciously. He starts at the base and slowly squeezes it toward the end. Sensitivity increases as he gets closer to the head. He pulls back delaying the best part and absorbing her eyes on him. As he massages his cock she slowly turns. Looking over her shoulder she bends at the waist and hooks her fingers in the waistband of her thong peeling it slowly over the two big globes of her ass. The center slowly follows to reveal her sex. Her breath comes sharp as she sees the effect she is having on him driving her arousal. Bent at the waist back arched and on display for him she slides a hand between her legs and over her glistening lips. She watches him struggle to maintain any level of composure. Slowly rubbing the full length from her clit to her ass she spreads her wetness before dipping one finger into herself her mouth forming a moan that he can see from across the aisle. Even if he were to regain his self-awareness he is too far under her spell to stop stroking himself. Reality creeps back in as she suddenly straightens and strides back to her purse. Her ass accentuated by her heels sways as she walks. There is a primal drive in him that has been turned on by this woman in the window and he fears that she is ending their game. Dumping her purse on the counter she grabs her lipstick and strides back to the window. Writing slowly and backward she draws “RM 331” raises one finger and makes a come-here motion. Invitation Delivered He stands dumbstruck naked dick in hand. The second it takes for him to register what action he needs to take next emphasizes the primal spell she has cast over him. That second ends in an eruption of activity. He bounds across the room scattering the contents of his previously ordered bags as he grabs for casual clothes throwing glances back toward the window to make sure the curly-haired woman has not evaporated. She watches as he scurries about stuffing his feet into running shoes and tucking his dick up into his waistband. Standing bare and confident in front of the window she pulls at her nipples watching him race out the door. The back of his mind registers that running with a hard dick is not fun but he is spurred out the door and across the drive by a primitive desire to be buried against this woman’s hips. His normally ordered and efficient mind shut off by the desire she has planted in his chest he crashes into her hotel lobby. Trying to be casual past the front desk in his rushing disheveled state his erection poorly hidden he makes a dash for the elevators. She turns back from the window as she watches him crossing the drive momentarily wondering if she should close the blinds then deciding to make sure they are completely open. She takes a moment to breathe deep and consider what the next few moments will hold. His knocking is tentative hoping that she gave him the right room and this is no twisted joke. She swings the door wide and smiles. Without a second’s hesitation he crashes in. One hand tangles into her hair as the other drops to the curve of her ass. She grabs the back of his head and pulls herself up wrapping her legs around his waist as he stumbles toward the bed. There is no pretense and no doubt about what they desire. He crashes onto the bed with her beneath him kisses her neck and lines himself up. The feeling as it first slides in is almost the best. He stops halfway pulls back and sinks agonizingly slowly halfway back in. The tease fuels both of their heat. Reaching behind her his hand wraps around the base of her neck. Holding her tight he pulls her all the way into him rotating his hips at the last moment to feel the head of his cock push against the tightness of her cervix. She squirms under him clawing at his back and shoulders pulling his face to hers. She holds his forehead to hers as she pulls her knees higher. A biological desire to be spread wide for him. They continue until it starts to become overwhelming. He pulls back and slides to stand at the foot of the bed as she rolls to her stomach. She seems to know exactly what he wants. She raises her ass into the air as he bends and tastes her for the first time. Long slow licks that end by teasing her clit. He knows that he needs to taste her before what comes next and she is overwhelmed by his reverence for her body. She begins to crawl forward and he follows onto his knees on the bed behind her. Her back arched face down between her forearms on the comforter she waits for him. He drags his tongue along her slit one more time before lining himself up and sinking slowly to his hips. He rises tall as he bottoms out. His hands grasp her hips and his head tips back. She stretches her arms forward and arches further into the comforter. They exist in only this single feeling and moment. They begin to slowly crash into each other. As they establish a rhythm she balances herself on one arm to reach beneath herself. She runs her fingers along his shaft at the base of her opening before reaching for her clit. Their pace intensifies and she curls beneath him her approaching orgasm building through her limbs. She tenses arching her back frantically rubbing her clit and racing toward release. He can feel her walls tighten and her hips buck as she cums. He pumps in and out slowly allowing her a moment to savor her release then slowly begins to build his rhythm back. Reaching up and running his hand under her ponytail he tangles his fingers in her hair places his second hand on her hips and drives her prone into the bed. Crawling up like a predator until her ass is nestled firmly against the base of his cock he begins to rock his hips raging more intensely with each thrust. He wraps a hand around her throat and places his forehead between her shoulder blades as he tightens down and explodes inside her feeling the primal desire to push his cum as deeply in her as possible. They both lay panting together with his forehead nestled at the base of her neck. Her hand wrapped back to cradle the side of his face his shoulders drooped from the release of tension. “How did you know what room I would be in?” he asks. “Your rewards password is on the board in your office.” “Are you staying the night?” “No. I have a red-eye. Brittany is keeping the dogs and she has to work early.” “How… why… what are you even doing here?” “When you left Monday you looked stressed. I just knew you needed me.”