Chapter 5: Gently Asleep
There's no sign of anyone else as I hurry up the stairs. It's a risk. They could come back for a third or fourth look while I peek at my own wife. We could interrupt each other's voyeurism. That might really kill the mood.
But I need to know.
She's still naked.
She's on her stomach, head buried in a pillow. Her face is pointed away, toward the TV. She's clutching another pillow to her body, laying against it like one of those MyBuddy pillows that you cuddle with. You can sort of see the shape of her breast, at this angle, if you look. But the real show is her ass, spectacularly bare and big, and her pussy, which peers out at me from its little wedge between her legs.
She's splayed open again.
She's also fast asleep, by the look of it. Her breathing is deep and even. Cathy isn't disturbed by the late-night cartoons playing on her TV. It's loud enough that I can hear the goofy sound effects through the glass.
Everything is visible. I can see the reddish curls of her pubes, and the nub of her clit, even the slickness of her slit. She's wet, asleep or not. And her ass, big and glorious, is pointed right at the goddamn window as she cuddles her pillow. She's not humping it, not exactly. But it looks like she might, if her dreams take her in that direction.
The guys watching her before me, they had the right idea. I need some pictures.
My phone feels too bright, even though the yellow light spilling out from the window is brighter. I take a shot, and then another, and then a dozen shots, close-ups and wide angles. I hope with each passing second no one interrupts me, catching me in the dark while I snap photos outside a window. Thankfully the digital clicks of my digital camera are silent. I'll show her, later. The photos are proof. What she does. What she is. She won't be able to pretend it never happened, unless I let her.
A thick, almost painful throb builds in my groin. My balls are full and need to be emptied. In a perfect world I could just unzip right here on the walkway and dump them out against the hotel wall. But I can't. Anyone could come around the corner. Maybe one of those athletes wants another look. Maybe even ten minutes from now, down below in the car, these photos will be my relief.
We'll see.
I put the phone away. She's still laying there, asleep in the glow of the light and the flicker of the TV.