Motel Manager (1/2)

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I had been the manager of a small motel in Florida for about a month when I
found that the guest in unit #12 could look into my apartment from a shared
heating vent! I had notice sound from the adjoining room coming through the
vent on the wall in my bedroom. When I removed the vent cover and looked
inside I could see the front wall of the closet, the hallway, and a table
near the outside door. I replaced the vent and sat on my bed, thinking how
unfortunate it was that I couldn't watch the people through my "spy hole"
unless they were standing near the door or in the hall. I wasn't much of a
voyeur anyway, but I might have become one if that vent was better placed. I
was, however, an expert exhibitionist. I'd spent much of my non-working time
at the pool, showing my treasures to some of the guests. Sitting on my bed,
looking at the vent, I realized that if I could look into the closet,
someone in the closet would be able to look into my room!
The next day, I inspected unit 12. I removed the vent screws with a dime,
just as I did the night before in my room, and looked inside. There was my
room! I could see my bed, dresser and mirror, my desk, and my bathroom door.
The slots in my vent cover didn't ruin the view at all. I then knew that I
had the perfect setup. The one problem was getting whomever to remove the
vent cover and look inside. I also couldn't figure out how I'd know they
were looking. I quickly returned to my room and looked at my vent. The cover
was still off and the lights were on in the other room, but I couldn't see
anything except a small amount of light coming through the slots on my side.
This situation took some thought on my part. I decided to leave the vent
cover in the guest's room off, but I couldn't stop a maid from replacing it
if she noticed.
I kept the room unoccupied and I waited for just the right person for me to
work the bugs out. When a good looking twenty-something guy asked me for a
room for just one night, I put him in there. When my shift at the front desk
was over, I hurried to my room to begin the first game. I stood on my bed,
put my face against the vent, and looked inside. The lights were on and I
could hear the sound of the TV. Now was the time to try to get him to look
into my room! I kept waiting and watching for him to begin moving around in
his room. I was startled by his appearance when he finally walked down the
hall. He was walking toward the door and the table in front of the window
where the phone was. If he were to sit at the table to use the phone, he
should be looking right at the hole in the closet where the vent cover was
missing.
I knew that he was on the phone when I heard him start to talk. Now was the
time to try to get him interested enough to look into the vent, to covertly
look at me in my room. I had a lamp hanging from a long chain next to the
vent, and when I started it swinging back and forth, it produced an
irregular light pattern on the vent. I assumed that, from the other side, it
would catch his eye. As the light continued it's swinging, I kept my watch
into his room. My heart started to pound in my chest. Then I saw the top of
his head as he walked into his closet. Quickly, I jumped off my bed and took
position in front of my dresser. With my back to him, I could look into the
mirror at the vent. Between the vent slots, I could see the light from his
room shinning through. When the light got interrupted by his head, I knew
that he was looking.
I was in the position that I had been fantasizing about for more than a
week. I was alone in my room with someone stealing a look at me. This was
the part that I hadn't rehearsed, so I didn't know what to do next. In order
to keep his attention, I pealed off my tee shirt, revealing my bra. My heart
was pounding so hard, I could hear it on my eardrums, and my hands were
trembling a little. My pussy was getting very wet, soaking my panties.
Throwing my shirt on a chair, I decided to strut to my bathroom. Once there,
staying in his view, I removed my shorts and started combing my hair.
Looking in the mirror, I could still see the vent, but couldn't tell if he
was still there. With my hair nicely combed I strolled back into my bedroom,
straight toward my audience. I wondered if he had his dick in his fist,
pounding on it as he watched me. I pulled my bra off and threw it on the
chair next to my shirt. My nipples were hard and my skin was tingling, but I
resisted touching myself. I was dying to masturbate for him, but there was
plenty of time for that. I hopped on the bed, stuck my feet in the air, and
pulled my panties off. My moon was aiming right at him. Now I was totally
nude, and my voyeur was looking at my most private treasures. I slowly ran
my hands on my inner thighs, just missing my pussy. I moved both hands into
my pubic hairs and gave them a good scratch. God, I wanted to plunge my
fingers into my hot pussy! I started a big yawn, raised my arms, and had a
good long stretch. When that was done my hands landed back on my thighs, so
I spread my legs and ran my hands on my inner thighs right next to my cunt.
I looked down between my legs and thought about the other set of eyes
looking there also. He was looking at me, moving around naked on my bed,
with my wet swollen pussy aimed right at him. I was teasing myself, and I
was on the verge of a large orgasm. Then I slid my hands up my body and onto
my breasts. This, the first time I touched a sex organ, started my orgasm
rolling. The walls of my pussy began to twitch. It was calling to my hand
for some relief, but I instead began to push in my breasts in a circular
motion. I felt my swelling clit push it's way outside its folds of skin.
Pussy juice began to dribble down onto my butt hole. I grabbed my tits and
twisted them. A soft grown came from my lips, "Eeeee..ahhh". I heard a soft
moan coming from the vent, I'm sure I heard it. Was he coming? My right hand
flew to my cunt. I slid my middle finger half way inside and rubbed my
exposed clit with the heal of my hand. I couldn't believe how swollen and
hot my entire pussy was. Immediately the orgasm shot through my body. I bit
my lips, trying to keep it quiet. The orgasm ran from the center of my cunt
up to my shoulders & back down to the pit of my stomach, where is fluttered
around. As it slowed down I unexpectedly began to feel embarrassed. I felt
that something was missing. I needed to feel audience appreciation, some
kind of reaction from the vent grate. There was nothing coming from the
other side of the wall. I hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. I
needed to rethink this arraignment. I needed more!!!