Hotel: Windows

Another large faceless city, another large non-distinguished hotel, sometimes I just hate traveling for business. No one back home though, not since the divorce two years ago.

I stand at the window of my fifteenth-floor room and stare at the red taillights passing below. Horns blare and sirens pierce the warm evening. Something draws my eyes to a large window directly across the street with curtains pulled wide open. I blink and realize a woman's naked body presses against the glass. A man, equally naked, stands behind with his hands roaming over her.

I watch with great interest, wondering if they know others are watching.

Her breasts flatten against the glass as he fills her from behind. Her lips kiss the glass, spread in a large 'oh', and smear the window with each thrust of the man.

I continue to watch unabashed, letting my hand hold the front of my trousers. I consider unzipping them and participating in the activities.

She looks at me. I know she is. I feel the look. She gives me a little wave and smiles. She glances back at the man. Her lips move as if tell him about me, and he waves too. I return a meek wave. With the need in my pants, I realize that I'll probably throw the next woman I see to the floor and hump her to death.

I hear a cardkey slide in my door lock and a moment later, there is a metallic rap at the door. I reluctantly turn away from the show and adjust my erection before opening the door.

"What?" I say, slightly annoyed.

The woman begins speaking quickly without pause. "Ah, wrong room, sorry, I was just going to get some popcorn from the vending machine, so I could strip down, watch a smutty movie, 'Lay It As It Plays', great porn, on pay-per-view, have you seen it?"

I smile and take in the short, slim woman, probably in her early thirties, slightly younger than I am, with long curly brown hair and a thin white t-shirt covering large breasts. The dark skin around her nipples shows nicely. It is then I realize the left sleeve is empty and a prosthetic arm with a hook dangles from the other. The tan, soft cotton slacks drape her shapely hips nicely and black running shoes with Velcro tabs cover her feet.

After the show across the street and this woman's great boobs, nothing else seems to matter. The armless quality does excite lingering fantasies that have always been with me. I recover from the pleasant journey over her body.

"Sounds like a great movie. We could watch it together." I sneak another peak of all of her for a moment. "Stan's the name." I don't bother to extend my hand thinking she wouldn't be able to shake it anyway.

"Zoe. My sister and I are visiting the city for a few days. She's pissed 'cause she wants to hit a few bars and all I want to do tonight is watch porn." She laughs then looks me over as if to see if I present some danger. "Sure."

I step out of the way and hold the door for her. She pulls with the hook at the bag of popcorn sticking from her pants pocket and hands it to me. I watch with interest.

"Let me ring my sis. She'll be a happy camper." She laughs then puts the handset of the phone on the desk and punches the keys with the tip of the hook before picking the handset back up.

"Connie, go on out to the bars. I've found someone to watch the movie with." She listens. "Yeah, I'm sure he can help with that." She listens, her eyes glancing at mine in an inviting way. "I'll be fine. Don't worry. Yeah, 1538, that's where you can find my bloody body if he's an axe murderer." She laughs heartily and hangs the phone up.

"Funny," poker oyna I say.

She moves very close and stretches her lips towards mine. I lean down a little and we peck a small kiss a few times.

"It's just a joke we have. We like to watch crime shows on TV, CSI and Law