I lay back on the soft sheets, my body tingling with anticipation as I prepared for my little exhibitionist adventure. It was a warm summer night, and I had checked into this motel with a mischievous plan in mind. At 50 years old, I still had a wild side that craved attention, and tonight, I was going to give in to my desires.

My room was on the ground floor, with a large window overlooking the parking lot. I knew that anyone walking by would have a clear view of my room, and that thought excited me immensely. I turned on the bedside lamp, ensuring the room was well-lit, and then I walked over to the window. With a click, I unlocked the latch and pushed the curtains wide open, letting the warm breeze caress my naked body.

I had stripped off my clothes earlier, leaving them in a pile on the chair, and now I stood proudly, my body on full display. My brown hair fell in soft waves down my back, framing my pretty face. I smiled, knowing that my green eyes held a mischievous glint that would draw anyone’s attention. My breasts, a perfect C cup, were firm and perky, the nipples hardening in the cool night air. I could feel my pussy already growing wet as I imagined the possibilities.

I walked back to the bed, my hips swaying seductively, and lay down, spreading my legs wide. The cool air teased my sensitive skin as I ran my fingers lightly over my thighs, slowly inching towards my core. I wanted to build the tension, to savor every moment of this experience.

As I began to caress my breasts, gently pinching my nipples, I glanced out of the corner of my eye towards the window. That’s when I saw him. A tall, handsome man stood just outside, his gaze locked onto me. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of my naked body, and I felt a thrill course through me. I had an audience, and he was clearly enjoying the show.

I continued my slow, sensual exploration, sliding my hand down my stomach, my fingers dipping into the damp curls between my thighs. I let out a soft moan, partly for his benefit, partly because the anticipation was already driving me wild. My fingers found my clit, and I began to rub it gently, my eyes fluttering shut as pleasure rippled through my body.

The man outside was now openly watching me, his eyes burning with desire. I could see the outline of his erection pressing against his pants, and it only fueled my own desire further. I wanted to make him hard, to know that I was affecting him as much as he was affecting me.

I spread my legs even wider, giving him an unobstructed view of my glistening pussy. My fingers delved deeper, sliding into my wetness, and I began to finger-fuck myself slowly, my hips moving in rhythm with my hand. I let out a soft, contented sigh, my eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.

He was still there, his breath fogging the window as he watched me with an intense hunger. I smiled at him, a silent invitation, and his hand moved to his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants. I could see the bulge growing, and it made my pussy clench with need. I wanted to feel him, to taste him, but for now, this voyeuristic game was enough to drive us both wild.

I increased the pace, my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy, my other hand squeezing and tugging at my nipples. I was so wet, my juices running down my thighs, and I knew I was putting on a good show. The man’s hand was now inside his pants, and I imagined his long, hard cock in my mouth, the taste of him on my tongue.

As I brought myself closer to the edge, my moans grew louder, filling the room. I could see the man’s lips moving, as if he was whispering words of encouragement, urging me on. His hand moved faster, and I knew he was close to climaxing too. The thought of us both reaching orgasm together, separated only by a pane of glass, was incredibly arousing.

My fingers worked my clit feverishly, and I could feel my orgasm building, a wave of pleasure about to crash over me. I arched my back, my breasts thrusting forward, and I cried out as the climax hit me. My body shook, my pussy clenching around my fingers as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

Through my post-orgasmic haze, I saw the man’s hand move faster, and then he froze, his body stiffening. I knew he was cumming, his cock erupting with thick ropes of cum, staining his pants. I smiled, satisfied, as I watched him through half-lidded eyes, my breath coming in short gasps.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Then, with a final glance and a smile, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the night. I lay there, my body still buzzing with pleasure, a satisfied smile on my face.

I had no idea who that man was, but the anonymous encounter had been thrilling. The thought of being watched, of bringing a stranger to the brink of ecstasy, was a powerful aphrodisiac. I knew I would remember this night for a long time, and the memory would always bring a wicked smile to my lips.

Perhaps, I thought with a mischievous glint in my eye, I should make this a regular occurrence. After all, I had discovered a new, exciting way to satisfy my exhibitionist cravings, and I couldn’t wait to see who would be watching next time.