MOONLIT SECRETS

Themes: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Strangers

Mia swiped the keycard and pushed open the door to her hotel room.

After a grueling 12-hour flight and a tedious business conference, all she wanted was a hot shower and sleep.

She wheeled her suitcase inside and surveyed the spacious corner suite with floor-to-ceiling windows. The evening skyline twinkled with the lights of surrounding buildings.

"At least this trip has some perks," she murmured, kicking off her heels and shrugging out of her blazer.

Mia crossed to the windows, admiring the view while unbuttoning her blouse. Her fingers paused at the third button when she realized something that sent a jolt through her body.

The building directly across from her, another glass tower maybe fifty yards away, had identical floor-to-ceiling windows.

Through one of those windows, she could clearly see a man sitting at a desk, illuminated by a lamp.

Her breath caught.

He was working on a laptop, suit jacket discarded, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned forearms. Dark hair, strong jawline, even from this distance, she could tell he was handsome.

Mia stepped back quickly, certain he hadn't seen her.

She reached for the control panel to lower the blinds, then hesitated.

Something electric stirred inside her. She'd always been the responsible one, the careful one. Sensible Mia who never took risks.

He can see me just as clearly as I can see him.

Instead of closing the blinds, she stepped back into view.

Her heart hammered as she resumed unbuttoning her blouse, movements deliberately slower now.

One button, then another.

She angled herself casually, as if unaware of being observed, though every nerve in her body was screaming with awareness.

Just as she reached the final button, she glanced up and froze.

The man had stopped typing. He was looking directly at her window.

Their eyes met across the gap between buildings.

For several heartbeats, neither moved.

Then, slowly, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving hers.

Mia's mouth went dry. She should close the blinds. She should turn away.

But she didn't.

With a boldness she didn't recognize, she shrugged the blouse from her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms to the floor.

Standing in just her skirt and lace bra, Mia felt powerful in a way she never had before.

The stranger's posture had changed, his attention completely focused on her now.

A smile tugged at the corner of Mia's mouth. The exhaustion from her day evaporated, replaced by tingling excitement that spread through her limbs.

She reached behind her back, fingers finding the zipper of her skirt.

What am I doing? The sensible part of her brain was screaming.

The man across the gap seemed to sense her hesitation. He stood up slowly, moving closer to his window.

Then, maintaining eye contact, he began unbuttoning his own shirt.

Mia's breath caught as she watched the stranger's fingers work down his shirt.

Button by button, he revealed more skin. Tanned chest, defined muscles, flat stomach.

She hadn't expected this, for him to join rather than simply observe.

His shirt fell open completely. He shrugged it off, his eyes never leaving hers.

Even from this distance, she could see he kept himself in excellent shape.

Emboldened by his participation, Mia regained her confidence.

She slowly unzipped her skirt and let it pool around her ankles.

Stepping out of it, she stood in matching black lace underwear. The cool air raised goosebumps on her skin.

The stranger placed one hand against his window, as if trying to reach across the gap.

Mia moved closer to her own window, pressing her palm against the glass to match his.

Though separated by empty space, the symbolic connection sent a shiver down her spine.

She watched his chest rise and fall with increasingly rapid breaths.

His free hand moved to his belt buckle, pausing there in silent question.

Mia bit her lower lip, considering.

This was her chance to end things, to draw the line. But the anonymity felt liberating.

This man didn't know her. To him, she could be anyone, bold, confident, free.

Mia nodded slightly.

The stranger unbuckled his belt and pulled it free with a smooth motion.

He unfastened his pants and stepped out of them, revealing black boxer briefs that showed his obvious arousal.

Heat pooled low in Mia's belly at the sight.

Two near-strangers stood watching each other in their underwear, connected only by glass, line of sight, and escalating desire.

Mia reached behind her back, fingers finding her bra clasp.

She hesitated, not from fear but to prolong the moment, to savor the anticipation in his intense gaze.

Then, with deliberate slowness, she unhooked the clasp.