This story is affectionately dedicated to NudeClaire, whose own story "Claire's Nude Hotel Exhibition" inspired it. I was slightly tipsy as I stepped out of the lift on the tenth floor. The official Conference Dinner had dragged on as long as I’d feared, and only copious quantities of alcohol had made the endless parade of speeches endurable. There are only so many times you need to be told what a good year it’s been, and...

Going back to the hotel where we’d first met had been Claire’s idea. After our first exciting encounter, I’d lost no time in contacting her on the phone number she’d left for me, and we’d soon swapped email addresses and initiated a series of sexually-charged exchanges. I found myself increasingly thrilled and aroused by Claire’s accounts of her exhibitionist activities, and it wasn’t long before she suggested we should g...

“Look, Claire, there he is!” “Ooo, I see what you mean, Annie. He is rather gorgeous. And you say he often walks around like that in his flat? In just his boxer shorts?” “Yes, and he must know that anyone of us in these flats across the road can see him.” “Has he seen you watching?” “I don’t know. Maybe. I usually stay behind the curtain. I don’t want him to think I’m spying on him.” “But you are spying," you say. "Maybe...