Hmmm........don't know if this falls under exactly the topic but I was remined of an incident several years ago.
I was vacationing in.... well, it was San Francisco...and I was staying in a chain motel west and north of Market. It was mid-afternoon and I was moving about the room unpacking. The floor to ceiling windows opened on to a small balcony and across the way was a multi-story apartment building. The exhibition/voyure possibilities occurred to me right away, so I stripped to my boxer briefs, and continued unpacking. Sure enough within 5 minutes a fully dressed man appeared at a window directly opposite and a floor or two above. He was fit looking, not young, not old. He could see deep into any of the motel rooms across from him.
For a few minutes I just went about my business but every once in a while I would walk closer to my window and check him. Still there and staring at me. Finally I peeled off my T and just stood at the window fondling my rapidly growing bulge. I was facing the many curtained apartment windows across the street and I could see movement behind some but this way too exciting to stop. I had my hand down my shorts, and the waistband was low enough to expose my pubic hair, when he ducked back behind his curtains. Shit, I thought, he doesn't want to play.
He was soon back and with some binocculars! Fuck, across maybe a seventy foot gap he could read the brand name of my shorts waistband! He rubbed the crotch of his pants. Ah, the international sign of sexual desire. I grabbed the desk chair, set it in front of the window. tugged my boxers past my now full hard on and sat down. I spread my legs and starting stroking my dick. I wasn't going to last long so I gave him a good show of my masturbatory skills. Chest heaving , pelvis thrusting and balls slapping the chair seat. I slapped my dick agaist my stomach, my thighs and my open palm. Too soon I climaxed, my fist around the base and the foreskin pulled tightly back, throbbing with each spurt.
When I could see I again I looked at him. He was working his dick inside his pants and I don't know if he came or not. He gave a wave and went back into his apartment before I could even clean up. I stayed at that motel two more nights and no matter how sexually saited I was from partying I hoped he would reappear, but he didn't.
