Straight Male / 47
The Woman In The Window
I took a room at a Holiday Inn in Amsterdam within a thirty minute walk to the office. Across from the hotel was an apartment block, and with a direct line of sight a woman stood totally nude in the window. It was bizarre, two people looking at each other across the street standing in the window.
It was chilly but the walk was refreshing, and lots of people walk in Amsterdam. When I returned, had a bite to eat and went to my room. The curtains were pulled across the street. Later that evening the curtains opened, the light was on, and the woman stripped to nothing. She arranged some things, turned on the tv, lay down on the bed, opened her legs and started to masturbate with an electric vibrator. After she managed a on organ she turned on her side and fell asleep. I masturbated.
The following day she was at the corner bus stop. I recognized her, but had no idea if she recognized me. At work I had trouble concentrating. I chose the same time to leave the next day and paid more attention to her. She wasn't young, probably forty or fifty. But had she been twenty or thirty she would have been a striking Dutch lady. She masturbated again that night, and I masturbated after her.
One week went by, I had another week there. On Sunday she stood in her window, nude, unmoving. I watched, dressed, unmoving. I counted the floors, calculated the windows, but the apartment block had a code pad to enter. It was a bad idea, so I went back to my hotel. On the way I passed a small shop and she was in there. I went in, but did not talk to her.
I changed my mind and told her that I was across the street from her. She ignored me and I went on my way. That night she stood for a while before playing with a dildo, and liftin a leg inserted in her. She took the electric vibrator and finished masturbating. I masturbated.
And so the following week went by, she stood at the window every evening, masturbating, fondling her breasts, using her vibrator, inserting and removing her dildo. I caught my flight out Saturday morning.
It was chilly but the walk was refreshing, and lots of people walk in Amsterdam. When I returned, had a bite to eat and went to my room. The curtains were pulled across the street. Later that evening the curtains opened, the light was on, and the woman stripped to nothing. She arranged some things, turned on the tv, lay down on the bed, opened her legs and started to masturbate with an electric vibrator. After she managed a on organ she turned on her side and fell asleep. I masturbated.
The following day she was at the corner bus stop. I recognized her, but had no idea if she recognized me. At work I had trouble concentrating. I chose the same time to leave the next day and paid more attention to her. She wasn't young, probably forty or fifty. But had she been twenty or thirty she would have been a striking Dutch lady. She masturbated again that night, and I masturbated after her.
One week went by, I had another week there. On Sunday she stood in her window, nude, unmoving. I watched, dressed, unmoving. I counted the floors, calculated the windows, but the apartment block had a code pad to enter. It was a bad idea, so I went back to my hotel. On the way I passed a small shop and she was in there. I went in, but did not talk to her.
I changed my mind and told her that I was across the street from her. She ignored me and I went on my way. That night she stood for a while before playing with a dildo, and liftin a leg inserted in her. She took the electric vibrator and finished masturbating. I masturbated.
And so the following week went by, she stood at the window every evening, masturbating, fondling her breasts, using her vibrator, inserting and removing her dildo. I caught my flight out Saturday morning.
