Chapter 5: The Morning After
Rick woke to sunlight across his face and the smell of hotel coffee going cold. The sheets beside him were thrown back, the duvet rumpled, and the pillow still held the shape of Lynn's head.
He sat up, blinking. The suite was full of gold. Long bars of light lay over the cream carpet, cutting across the velvet chaise, climbing the far wall. For a moment he thought he was still dreaming, because she was standing at the window.
She wore nothing but her seamed stockings. The seam ran true down the backs of her calves and vanished under the curve of her ass. Her hair was loose and flattened on one side from sleep. She had the camera up at her eye, and she was filming the park.
"Morning," he said.
She didn't turn. "Don't talk yet. I'm working."
He swung his legs out of bed and padded over. From behind her the view was all green and glass, the park rolling out flat and bright below, the towers along Central Park West catching the sun. She tracked the camera slowly across the buildings.
"Left corner," she said. "Tower with the black balconies. Look."
He looked. On the eleventh or twelfth floor, a man stood at his window with a mug in one hand. He was old, grey at the temples, shirtless above what looked like pyjama bottoms. He was not moving.
"He's still there," Lynn said. "I woke up at half six and he was already at that window. Same spot. He didn't sleep, Rick. He stayed up all night watching this room."
Rick's cock stirred against his thigh. "Could be a different guy."
"It's the same guy." She lowered the camera and turned at last, and the sunlight laid itself across her breasts and stomach. "I've been standing here ten minutes, letting him get a good look. He knows what I look like now. He's had his coffee and he's waiting."
"Waiting for what?"
She smiled and handed him the camera. "For the second act."
He took it, heavy in his hands, the little green ring already lit. "You want to give him a proper show."
Rick smiled and realised this was his oppertunity to get Lynn to pose for all the pictures he wanted of her along with some more video footage of him fucking her and her playing with her new toys, he suggested "how about we get room service to deliver us some breakfast and we spend the day having a photo shoot, I so want to get pictures of you wearing your Nurse outfit to send to Robert, he'll really appreciate that considering he's in deepest darkest China and just for my own view pleasure I'd love to get some photos of you in that French maids outfit and we could do all of that whilst teasing your tower block fans".
Her smile widened, slow as treacle. "A photo shoot. All day."
"Room service first," Rick said. "We'll eat something, then you get dressed for me." He set the camera on the velvet chaise and pulled her against him, her bare skin cool from the window glass, the seams of her stockings rough against his thighs. "Nurse first. Then the maid. Then maybe we get to whatever's underneath."
Lynn laughed and kissed the corner of his mouth. "And the towerman gets front row seats."
"Front row, balcony, the works. He stayed up all night for you, baby. We owe him a matinee."
She pulled the phone from the side table and ordered breakfast, eggs and fruit and a pot of coffee and pastries, her voice light and warm with the hotel operator while Rick stood behind her with his hands on her hips. She was still warm from sleep. He could feel the curve of her ass shifting against him as she talked.
Rick asked Lynn to lay on the bed and pretend to be asleep, but don't cover yourself, I want the waiter to see you on the bed in your seamed stockings when he delivers the food, I'll pretend to have just woken up and not have noticed your sate of undress. Lynn smiled "wow you really do want to show me off" shr climbed on the bed, put her head on the pillow and lay back letting her legs open slightly, the sight of her in her black stockings showing of her perky tits and the small tuft of hair between her legs had Ricks cock semi erect already, but she did look spectacular. Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door and Rick opened it and ask the waiter to set it at the table beside the window, as the waiter walked in his eyes focused on Lynn and he almost hit the table with the trolly as he was looking more at Lynn than where he was going. Rick didn't say a word and for a moment there was silence as the waiter stood looking. Eventually Rick remembered what he should have been doing other than let this guy look at his nakid wife and picked up a ten dollar bill from the night stand and handed it to the waiter as a tip. The waiter took a second to take his eyes from Lynn and took the money eventually saying "thank you Sir, do you need anything else?" Rick just smiled at him "Oh I think I have everything I need thank you and led the waiter to the door.
Once he had departed Lynn jumped from the bed "oh my god, that was so hot, he couldn't take his eyes off me". Rick added "do you notice he had a boner when he left, poor guy will have that all day after seeimg you, maybe we should do it again tomorrow?"
The food had come up on a trolley with a silver dome. They ate in the window light, Lynn wrapped in a hotel robe now, her legs exposed, the robe falling open when she reached across the table for the butter. Rick watched her from his chair. She caught him looking and let the robe hang. The seam of her stockings crossed her inner thigh, disappearing into shadow.
"What?" she asked, selecting a strawberry.
"Just thinking about the nurse outfit."
"You're always thinking about the nurse outfit."
"It's a good outfit."
After breakfast, Lynn emptied the shopping bags onto the bed. The nurse uniform came out first, crisp white polyester with a zipper down the front, a little cap with a red cross. She had brought with her a pair of sheer fully fashioned white stockings with a red seam to replace the black seamed ones. She slipped out of the robe and the old stockings and stood naked in the sun for a moment, reaching for the new stockings, and Rick could see the man in the tower across the park lean toward his glass.
"He's watching you get dressed," Rick said.
"Let him. He's the one enjoying the show." She rolled the white stockings up her legs, smoothing them over her knees and connected them to the white garter belt, then checked that her seams were straight, and stood to zip the dress. It was tight across her hips. "Zip me?"
Rick came to her and pulled the zipper up slow, watching the fabric close over her bare back, and his thumbs lingered on the curve of her lower spine. "No panties?"
"I don't think nurses wear panties under these."
"You're the nurse. You'd know."
She turned and posed for him, hands on her hips, the cap sitting at a tilt on her head. "How do I look?"
"You look like you need a sponge bath."
Lynn laughed and shoved him toward the bed. "Then fetch your camera, doctor, and get to work."
He picked up the camera and raised it, her image filling the screen, white polyester and white stockings and the green of the park behind her head through the window. She turned toward the glass and put her hands on the sill, arching her back, the dress riding up over the tops of her stockings.
"Is he still there?" she asked.
Rick swung the lens to the tower. The old man stood in his window, hands cupped around his face now, leaning forward. "He's there. He's not blinking."
"Good." She looked over her shoulder at the camera. "Then you'd better make sure he gets a good show."
Rick walked a slow circle around her, filming. She played to it, bending at the waist so the dress fell open, rolling her hips, laughing when the camera caught the curve of her bare ass beneath the hem. She lifted one leg onto the window sill, letting the dress slide up, and the man across the park shifted his weight from foot to foot.
"Flash him," Rick said.
Lynn raised her eyebrows. "Flash him? That's kindergarten stuff."
"Not the dress. You. Spread yourself for him. Let him see you."
She held his gaze for a long moment, then turned to the window. She pulled the dress up around her waist, gathered her dress over her back, and pressed her bare cunt to the glass. The old man's mouth dropped open. She held herself there, fingers spreading herself, letting the sun catch her.
Rick's cock was painfully hard. He kept filming, watching her on the small screen, the way her thighs trembled at the cold glass. "That's it, baby. That's beautiful."
She turned her head toward him, her hair falling over her shoulder. "Do you want me to touch myself for the camera?"
"Yes."
"Then you come stand behind me and hold it."
He crossed the room and pressed up against her, the camera braced over her shoulder, the lens aimed out at the tower while her hand slid between her own thighs. Her other hand reached behind and undid his trousers, her fingers closing around his cock, and she stroked him slow while she touched herself for the glass.
"Tell me what he's doing," she whispered.
"He's got his hand down his pyjamas." Rick's voice was thick. "He's staring at you like he's never seen a woman in his life."
"Good." Her breath caught as her fingers found her clit. "Now tell me what you're going to do to me after this."
Rick's throat tightened. The camera shook. He pulled it down from his shoulder and turned her around by the hip, her back to the glass, her dress bunched around her waist. The old man had a full, unobstructed view of her open thighs.
"I'm going to bend you over that trolley and fuck you until the room service guy rolls it away," he said. "And he's going to watch every second of it."
Lynn's eyes went dark. "Then stop planning it and do it."
He caught her by the hip and turned her, walked her two steps to the trolley. Plates slid and rattled under the silver dome. Her palms slapped down on the white cloth and she laughed, breathless, then gasped as he kicked her ankles apart with his foot.
"Bend," he said.
She bent, her cheek against the cloth, her back a long white curve above the stockings. The dress was still bunched at her waist. Her cunt was already wet, pink and open between her thighs, and the window stood square in front of her, the tower with the black balconies dead ahead.
He pushed two fingers into her, just to feel it, and she moaned into the tablecloth. "You're soaked."
"From the glass," she said. "From him."
Rick lined himself up and drove in. The trolley jumped and a fork rang on a plate. Lynn's fingers scrabbled and found the edge, and she held on while he set his pace, fast from the first stroke, no patience left in him. The coffee pot slid an inch and stopped.
Across the park, the old man had his forehead almost against his window. His hand moved in his pyjamas, steady, unhurried.
"He's wanking," Rick said. "Right at us. Bold bastard."
"Let him," Lynn gasped. Her voice came out muffled against the cloth. "Harder. I'm not made of glass."
He took her harder. The trolley rolled a few inches on its castors and he followed it, driving her into the table, his hands on her hips dragging her back onto him. Her stockings rasped against his thighs. The red seam down her leg jumped with every thrust.
She came first, sudden and violent, her whole body locking, a plate skidding off the edge and smashing on the carpet. Rick didn't stop. He pushed her down flat and worked her through it until she was sobbing, until her knees gave and she was hanging off the trolley with her feet barely touching the floor.
Then he pulled out and turned her, lifted her onto the edge of the table and pushed back in, face to face. Plates went everywhere. She wrapped her legs around his waist, one heel digging into his back, and pulled his mouth down to hers while he fucked her.
"Look at me," she said against his lips. "Not the window. Me."
He looked. Her eyes were black, her cheeks flushed, her cap knocked sideways. He felt it building low and hard and knew he couldn't hold it.
"Inside," she said. "Don't you dare pull out."
He came with his face buried in her neck, hips jerking, emptying into her while she held him with her heels and her arms and her teeth on his shoulder. When he finally stilled, she let her head fall back and laughed at the ceiling.
He eased out and watched the mess of it, his cum slipping out of her onto the tablecloth between the butter dish and the jam.
"Rick," she said, and nodded at the window.
The old man was leaning on his sill with his hand still in his pyjamas and his mouth open. Then his shoulders dropped and he raised his mug at them, a slow salute. Rick then led Lynn to the bed and had her pose while his cum was leaking from her, he wanted a lot of pictures of Lynn to tease his best friend Robert with and whay better sight than seeing Lynn the nurse leaking cum and posing with her legs wide open holding her pussy lips for him to enjoy. Rick must have taken over a hundred pictures of Lynn the nurse, leaking cum, playing with her vibrator and even the white dildo they had bought. he wanted to end the session with pictures of Lynn sucking his cock and of him fucking her before the shoot was finished.
Lynn called a time out "I need some coffee and maybe a shower". Rick agreed they could both do with a break and after Lynn had showered he wanted her to try on the French maids outfit but rather than the fishnet stockings that had come with the outfit, he wanted her to put on a fresh pair of black fully fashioned seamed nylons and they were the ones that really turned him on.
She came out of the shower with a towel wrapped high on her chest, her hair dark and wet at the ends. Steam followed her into the suite and she crossed to the bed where the maid's uniform lay spread on the duvet. Rick had hung the fishnets back in the shopping bag unopened. On the pillow rested a fresh pair of black fully fashioned seamed stockings, still folded in their cellophane.
"The stockings," she said, picking them up. "You really have a thing about these."
"You know I do."
She dropped the towel. Her skin was pink from the heat, her nipples tight. She sat on the edge of the bed and rolled one stocking up her calf, smoothing it over her knee, fastening the garter clip with a soft snap. The other leg followed. The seams ran true and straight up the backs of her thighs and she checked them in the mirror, turning her leg out to see.
Then she stood and took up the maid's dress. It was short, black satin with a white apron front, a little cap and a feather duster in the pocket. The dress had no back to speak of, just a crossing of straps that left her spine bare and her shoulder blades open. She zipped the side and turned for him.
"Your room has been cleaned," she said in a prim voice. "Is there anything else you require, sir?"
Rick swallowed. His cock was already half hard again. "Turn around."
She turned slowly, giving him the full back view, the curve of her ass barely covered by the satin hem, the bare strip of skin above her stocking tops, the black straps crossing her shoulder blades.
"The cap," he said.
She settled it on her head, tilted just so, and picked up the feather duster.
Thirty minutes later he had her on her hands and knees on the carpet, the feather duster abandoned against the skirting board. The camera sat on the floor propped against the chaise leg, the little green light still glowing, filming her from the side as Rick fucked her from behind. Her satin dress was bunched at her waist, the white apron crumpled under her chest, her knuckles white on the carpet.
"Is he still watching?" she gasped.
Rick looked over her shoulder. The old man across the park had moved his chair to the window and sat in it with his mug, his head tilted at a comfortable angle, like a man watching his favourite programme.
"Hasn't missed a beat."
"Good." She pushed back against him, harder. "Then give him a finale."
Rick drove into her deep and slow, dragging his hips, and watched himself disappear into her. He pulled out and shifted his angle and found the spot that made her cry out, and he worked it until her legs trembled and her elbows gave and her face pressed flat into the carpet, her voice muffled and broken.
He came inside her again, and this time he stayed, kneeling over her, both of them breathing heavy in the sunlit room. The camera caught them there, still joined, the park green and endless beyond the glass.
She pushed up onto her elbows and looked back at him, her cap still on, crooked. "Robert's in China, you said."
"Deepest, darkest China. Somewhere in Guangdong."
"So the photos. When are you sending them?"
Rick pulled out and rolled onto his back beside her, staring at the ceiling. The thought had been sitting in him all day, growing. He had a hundred nursing photos and now the maid would be another hundred, and Robert was on the other side of the world with nothing but his memories.
"I'll send them tonight," he said. "The nurse ones first. Then save the maid for a treat."
Lynn propped herself on one elbow and looked down at him. "And what about the video? The one from last night. The dildo."
Rick turned his head. Her eyes were dark and serious, no smile on her mouth.
"You want me to send Robert that too?"
"I want you to do whatever you want with your own wife." She leaned down and kissed him, slow, her teeth catching his lower lip. "I just like knowing my husband's best friend is thinking about me all the way around the world."
The camera light blinked on the chaise leg, still running.
"Well how about we put that chair back in the widow and you can show your biggest fan how you have now mastered that big black dildo and let him watch you fuck yourself with it as my cum leaks out from your pussy and maybe I'll use the vibrator on your nipples while you suck my cock back to lift, sound like a plan?"
The chair scraped across the carpet as Rick dragged it into the bay of the window. He set it square, facing the glass, and stood back to check the angle. The old man across the park leaned forward in his own chair. Rick nodded at him once and turned.
Lynn stood in the middle of the room, the black dildo in her hand. She worked her fist along it slowly, wringing a slick bead of lube off the head. She watched him over the top of it, eyes dark.
"Sit," he said.
Lynn lowered herself into the chair, facing the window, the city sprawled before her. She opened her legs wide and hooked her legs over the arms of the chair, she ran her fingers over her cum soalked pussy lips and smiled at the old man acoss the way,
She ran her fingers through the slick mess Rick had left inside her and brought them to her mouth. The old man across the park had his face nearly flat against the glass, his mug forgotten on the sill.
Rick lifted the camera and framed her through the lens. The morning light caught the black satin of the maid's dress bunched at her waist, the black stockings, the shine on her inner thighs.
"Tell me when you're ready," he said.
"I'm ready." She took the black dildo in both hands and worked the head against her entrance, slow, teasing. Her breath hitched as she pushed it in, inch by inch, her eyes fixed on the tower across the park. "Is he watching?"
"He's watching." Rick circled the chair, getting the shot from the side. "He's got his hand down his pyjamas again. You've ruined that man's whole retirement."
Lynn laughed, low and dirty, and sank the dildo deeper. Her hips rolled against the base, the black shaft glistening with his cum and her own juice. She moaned, head falling back, and the old man shifted closer to his window.
Rick set the camera on the chaise, still running, and came to stand in front of the chair. His cock was heavy and hard between them. He picked up the vibrator from the bedside table and thumbed the switch, the buzz filling the quiet room.
"Lift your arm."
Lynn carried on fucking herself with the dildo with one hand and lifted the other behind her head. Rick pressed the vibrator to one nipple and she gasped, her back bowing off the chair, her legs tightening on the arms.
"Fuck," she breathed. "Rick. That's so good."
He circled her nipple with the buzzing head, then the other, watching her squirm, watching the dildo shift inside her as her hips pulsed. Her skin flushed pink across her chest and up her throat. Her nipples rose and were clearly visable through the silk of the maids outfit.
"Now suck me," he said, and stepped closer.
She took her hand from behind her head and took him in her mouth without hesitation, the hand other still thusting the dildo inside herself. Her tongue worked the length of him while the vibrator pressed against her nipple, and she moaned around him, the vibrations running up his shaft.
"You feel good," Rick said, his voice thick. "You feel so good, baby."
She hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, her head bobbing, her eyes flicking up to meet his. The dildo moved in her now as her hips worked it, her free hand pumping it slowly in and out while her mouth rode him. The room filled with the sounds of them, wet and quiet, the buzz of the vibrator.
Across the park, the old man had both hands on his window frame.
Rick pulled out of her mouth with a wet gasp and knelt in front of the chair. He pushed her hand aside and took the dildo himself, driving it deep while she cried out, the vibrator now pressed hard on Lynn's clit.
"Come for him," he said. "Come for all of them."
She came with her back arched, heels hooked over the arms, her whole body seizing as she screamed at the ceiling. The dildo pulsed inside her, worked through every wave by Rick's fist, until she collapsed, shaking, sweat sheening her skin.
He eased the dildo out and brought it to his mouth, tasting her. Then he stood, took up the camera, and swung it to the window. The old man was sitting back now, spent, his head tilted as if in thanks.
Rick returned to her, the vibrator off now, his cock still hard. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the bed where he lowered her onto her back and pushed into her, still slick with her release.
She looked up at him, her cap gone, her hair spread across the pillow. "Do you think he knows which room we are in?"
"I don't think he needs to." Rick thrust deep, slow, watching her face. "He just knows you're the woman in the window."
She pulled him down and kissed him, open-mouthed, and whispered against his lips, "What if we sent him the video? All of it. The nurse and the maid and this. We could leave it with the concierge."
Rick stilled inside her. Her eyes were dark and serious.
"You want to give the video to a stranger?"
"I want to know he has it." She hooked a leg around his hip, pulling him deeper. "I want to know he'll watch me again tonight, after we're gone." Rick smiled "no baby, I don't think that's a good idea, we have no idea who this guy is and I don't want him selling it or posting it all over the internet, I think we keep these kind of pictures and videos our our and Roberts eyes alone, your my wife, your not a porn star and I don't want your bosses finding you on some porn web page". Lynn giggled "sorry baby, I know your right, I just got so turned on and over excited".
The next two nights follow a similar patern with Rick and Lynn making full use of the huge windows and putting on a show for the other building occupants to enjoy, they have no idea how many people watched them ot even if any had snuck photos or video with a telephone lens, all they knew was that they had enjoyed so many nights having a lot of fun and enjoying sex with each other and having seen so many sights that New York had to offer and flashed the dinner guests every night they had eaten at a bunch od restaurants that had always been a prelude to great sex while being watched by the city.
With the holiday at an end they packed all their new clothes, uniforms and toys and headed back to the airport to head off home, they never did find out the name of thir biggest fan, but they sure would remember him the way they are sure he will remember them.