Was recently in a big city in Asia and had a super hot experience. Not quite jobud but similar, and too hot not to share. I'm little nervous to post this so I hope you all enjoy...

I had just gotten back to my room from spending the afternoon in the hotel's spa. I was wearing a robe and laid down on the bed to relax before heading out to dinner. I laid on the bed and scrolled idly through my phone, when I my mind drifted a bit and I started browsing porn.

The room was high enough up in the building that I couldn't see the street, and had a great view of the skyline, but the density of the city meant that there were some residential buildings of similar height nearby, with balconies. I left the windows open to let in light and the view. As it was the dead of winter and I assumed that no one would be on their balcony when it was so cold.

As the sun set, I browsed a couple subreddits while absentmindedly playing with my cock and pretty quickly got hard. I reached over and lowered the lights, and I opened my robe slightly and as I became increasingly aroused, went from fondling myself to fully masturbating. After a few minutes my eyes drifted towards the window and one of the windows from a building nearby is lit up, which catches my eye. I turn my head to look and I see someone standing in the window.

My first response was shame, embarrassment. I felt careless and exposed, the whole city seemingly able to see my privates. I moved to quickly cover up and close the shades. My heart was racing, my face flushed. As I started moving, I turned my body toward the window to get up. I saw the figure quickly disappear, and then lights in the window suddenly turn off.

I stopped for a second. Did they see me? Why would they run and turn their lights off? I thought for a couple seconds and then realized: they were watching me. And not in a judgemental way, but in a voyeuristic way. They ran and turned off the lights because they didn't want to be caught watching me. I was worried about being caught, but so were they.

As my heart raced, I looked down and was surprised to see my penis fully erect, rock hard and pointing slightly upwards - I'm not sure I had ever seen it so stiff. I was so erect I could see it pulsing as my heart pounded. Precum was pouring out of my tip, and it was aching to be stroked. I thought in my moment of shame it would have shrunk back into my body, but the exact opposite had happened - my manhood was large and swollen, its veins and plump pink cap protruding from the shaft, drooling precum from the tip.

I slowly laid back on the bed, my cock bouncing slightly, and started scrolling again, adjusting my robe and the blankets so that my member was fully visible as it pointed upward from my body. I kept my head very slightly tilted towards the window, and started masturbating again.

A couple minutes, nothing. Maybe that person didn't see me and they just left their apartment. I briefly wondered if I had gotten excited for nothing. But then: the lights came back on.

And the person was holding a camera.

I almost panicked - and almost came. My blood-deprived brain couldn't figure out if I should stop and cover up, or if I should cum my brains out. I (perhaps foolishly) decided to keep going in the moment, although I did hold my phone closer to my head so it obscured my face. The person was a couple hundred feet away and the lighting in my room was pretty moody (I know cameras have insane zoom and image enhancement abilities now). But I was also so far from home and had no identifying features. It seemed so unlikely that if anyone ever saw it would know it was me. I was also too turned on to stop.

As I let this person watch me engage in this deeply private, intimate ritual, I felt dirty and desired and and perverted and above all, aroused. I was letting this person watch - and probably record - my nearly nude body, my erection. How I masturbated, how I pleasured myself. I imagined of what this person was seeing, what they might be thinking. I wondered what they thought of my big, thick cock, and if it was perhaps larger than what they'd typically spy on.

I realized I wasn't looking at the porn on my phone - I was watching them right back. As I squinted to try to see them more clearly, I noticed something - they were only using one hand to hold the camera. I looked more closely and saw motion near their crotch- they were just as perverted as I was.

It wasn't long before I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. The risk and the taboo and the mutual perversion led to rope after rope after rope of cum shooting out of my cock- I came an almost ludicrous amount. Every shot I imagined what it would look like as the person in the window, watching a lewd stranger squirt semen all over their body, covering themselves in their own cum.

As I laid there, glazed in my own arousal, I saw the figure disappear from the window.

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