New York City, the Mecca of city vacations, and I was ready. Not all vacations are created equal. Not to say some are better or worse, but the experiences are different. Some people prefer to lay around a pool or beach with a drink in hand all day, some prefer hiking, biking or otherwise straining through their trip. I like cities exploring them, eating dancing and drinking in them, and New York Does not disappoint.

My husband planned everything, he likes to do that, and I like to turn off my brain and go into autopilot as I go on the guided tour. His itinerary, his menu, his hotel room, all curated to perfection. I'll spare the details that you can find anywhere else about Michelin stars, Disney movies turned into mediocre plays on broadway, a big park, street food, and subways.

We stayed downtown, in a corner of the city reserved for fashion, and clubs, and brunch. My husband helped me out of the cab and we worked our way into a surprisingly tight lobby. I was surprised, to say the least. I expect grand lobbies and shows of wealth in the hotels he picks, though I wouldn't call the hotel cheap, just not... grand. What the lobby lacked in grandeur, it made up for in sex; dim lights, hanging fabric and hidden nooks, fashion forward staff with sheer fabrics draped delicately around them. It felt flirty.

My next small surprise was that we got out on a relatively low floor to head to our room. I dont want a penthouse every time we travel.. but I expect it at this point. I was lead down corridors, turning randomly and walking further, unsure of where we're going, but following behind like I'm accustomed to do on trips, when we finally reached our room.

We all know what a hotel room looks like, even at the highest level there's some uniformity to them. The door opens to a bathroom on one side, closet the other, then a place to sleep. I was thrown because that's not what I walked into. I walked into a long dimly lit hall, I couldn't see the end of. I wandered my way down, past a turn and into a split of three rooms, and that's when I saw it.

This room had no back wall, the hallway emptied into three rooms on the corner of the hotel that overlooked the city with floor to ceiling and corner to corner windows. There was a bathroom, a bedroom, and a room with nothing but an oversized soaking tub perched at the corner of the suite.

My husband chimed in, "less mad now?"

"I was never mad" I said, smiling out at the beautiful view.

"You looked annoyed from the lobby on" He almost laughed

"I wasn't annoyed," I stood firm, "I was ... surprised"

"but less so now?" He was digging at me.

"more so now" I said still staring out

"but better surprised"

"better surprised," I parroted

"less mad" he was practically clicking his tongue at me and smiling, "relax, we have nowhere to be for a while"

From that moment, I was on vacation. I didn't unpack, just walked around the room, taking off my shoes, then pants, then whatever else felt like coming off, stripping as I paced the place until I was naked. I felt powerful, like being naked in front of a mountain, staring down a massive city, taking in the views.

The views were spectacular, off one side the Hudson River looking out to jersey, on the other an unobstructed view of the southern tip of Manhattan, and below a raised road made from old subway tracks, littered with tourists. My husband's views were just that much better with me bending, and turning, and teasing him with my naked body.

I spent the rest of the afternoon soaking in the tub, opening bottles of wine. The sun set slowly over the city and the view became even more beautiful as the dark gave way to the lights of street lights, offices and residences.

I started to get dressed as I looked out, catching glimpses of people's lives. I slide into some sexy lingerie, a bralette top and a mini skirt bottom, red, bold, and most importantly with an upside down heart cut out on the ass showing off every inch of my thick ass, and at the right angle, much more. I was making my way from the bathroom to the bedroom to demand dick when there was a knock at the door.

"that's the room service" my husband said coming out to the hallway to see me dressed to fuck. He froze, as I turned and twisted showing off the new lingerie. He seemed stunned

"I"ll get it" I smiled and winked as he stood there still frozen. I turned and walked down the hall, grinding down on my heels so my ass swayed back and forth like a dinner bell behind me. I wish I could see his face as I made my way down the hall, but I could hear him following to see me get the door.

I opened the door just a tad too wide, put one arm up on the edge, and one hand on the wall to steady myself, "Food?" I asked

"here you go ma'am" the young man stammered, eyes wide, as he put a small tray in my hands, I kicked the door wide open as I turned to walk back to the room.

"can you get that door for me?" I asked as I wandered my way back down the hallway. I couldn't see his face either as I swayed my ass behind me again, but I could see my husband now. My eyes were set on his face, narrowing in like a predator as I Brought him the tray, sticking my ass behind me.

I was all the way to the room when I finally heard the door shut behind me. I put the tray down, and was immediately thrown up against the window. I feel kisses down my neck, and his foot kicked my legs into a wide stance as he pushed me up against the window further.

He kneeled down below me, I could feel his hot breathe on my thighs before he started kissing and teasing and licking me, I sat and enjoyed the ride, as I stared out at the city again. This time I realized were were on such a low floor, and the street was elevated so that I could see even the faces on the people wandering. Most were minding their won business, but some were looking up scanning, I could almost sense their eyes at points. The windows were the same, some people going about their boring lives, but some just staring out, scanning the buildings.

I felt the kisses moving back up my body and neck, as my husband slide his hands up against the window, and pressed his cock up against my ass.

"Can they see me?" I asked?

"Yes, that's why they're here. This is what people do here."

My pussy was dripping, and I was aching to be fucked. I gyrated my hips trying to get his cock to line up with me. I was so wet and ready, he wouldn't have to push hard at all to slide completely inside me.

"better give them a show then" I said as I pulled the top down and pressed my bare tits on the glass, then grinded down on his cock to the base, moaning like I was being impaled.

We fucked for what seemed like forever against that window. My body bouncing off that glass as he fucked me from behind, sliding his hands up and down my body, over my tits, and around my neck. I had lost sight and track of everyone down below and out in the city as I let wave after wave of orgasm crash over my body, until cumming hurt my stomach muscles.

When I couldn't cum anymore, I finally spun around, lifted my skirt higher and bent over giving the city one last show, as I jerked my husband's cum into my waiting mouth,

I leaned back up and kissed him on the mouth, thanking him for filling my needs so well.

"less mad?" he said, slapping my ass and giving me a wink.

"not mad," I said, wandering over to my tray of room service and bottle of wine.