It was a room at that overlooked what passes for "the main drag"
in Reno Nevada in a hotel called "Fitzgeralds."  It was somewhere
in the mid-90s. We hadn't been married long - maybe a few years.

We had asked for a floor down near the street so we could see the
action. We're both from small towns and will never lose our love
for watching people in big cities.

We managed to score a room looking over a crosswalk.  It was
about 9PM and we were sitting in chairs in front of a full length
window looking down at the crowds walking by.

We had just arrived in Reno a bit earlier in the evening and it
had been a long drive.  Rather than going straight down to the
casino we just relaxed and sipped on some tequila and cola we had
packed with our luggage. As the evening wore on we started
getting a bit buzzed.

We had eaten a big fast food meal as we had come into town and as
always part of it had landed in John's lap as he attempted to eat
and drive.  So my husband removed his belt and removed his pants
to rinse the stain in the sink.  (John travels a lot and has
learned over the years how to handle such things.)

I has dropped my jeans and had removed my bra earlier in the
evening as soon as we had entered the room.  John enjoys watching
me walk around half naked and I enjoy him watching, so we were
both sitting there in our shirts and underwear. We had arm chairs
pushed up towards the window taking in the sights.

At some point, we saw a pair of obvious transvestites and I don't
know why but we both stood up to get a better look.  We
considered it funny, since neither man could "pass" but they were
both decked out in dresses, heels and blonde wigs. We watched
them cross the street and venture to points unknown and remained
standing in front of that big window.

The light was on in our room so anyone who glanced up could have
seen us at that point I guess. We were still semi-decent, though
I was wearing satin panties.  My tee shirt was long enough that
people on the street might not have even seen them, but my
husband did.  As we stood and watched, he began playing with my
ass in a soft, absent minded way.

It started out sort of innocent, but the longer we stood, the
more bold he became, and soon he was dipping his hand down the
back and playing with my other parts.  I guess I reciprocated by
reaching in to give me a tug or two. It was still pretty slow and
casual. We weren't trying to put on a show. Just a married couple
watching the world go by.

As some point, we switched tempo, and pretty quickly he was
behind me and he has his hands up my shirt playing with my
nipples, which I love.  I was pretty quickly grinding my ass
against what was quickly getting to be a large erection.

Next thing I know, he's got my shirt pushed up over my chest and
is bending me over so that I am pressed against the window. I'm
pretty large up top so I'm sure they made an interesting
impression as they were squished in to the glass of the hotel
room window.

We were still watching the people go by, and were actually kind
of oblivious to what we were doing as he slowly worked my panties
down and entered me from behind. We slowly rocked back and forth
- it was not urgent sex at all - and we probably did that for 10
minutes or so.

It was a busy night and I'm sure that probably 100s of people
passed through the crosswalk below our window during those
minutes, though no one was obviously looking up and we weren't
even thinking that they could see us. (The windows were slightly
tinted as Reno is kind of high desert.)

At some point, I was leaning back into him and we were actually
going at it pretty good considering we were standing in an
awkward position, when all at once it seemed like everyone
stopped at the crosswalk looked up at us at once.

We were literally caught with our pants down. One drunken
individual gave us a good-natured howl to let us know that he
approved.

I flinched and tried to back away from the window, but John was
behind me and the chairs we had been sitting in where behind him,
so we didn't go far.  I tried to pull my shirt down, but caught
his hands so it took a few seconds for us to untangle from that,
and finally managed to push the shirt down enough to hide my
goodies.

We backed up, sat down and laughed at ourselves.  We were
probably far enough away from the window that no one below could
tell, but he was still hard as a rock and waving like a flagpole.
 I know I'm supposed to say something here about how hot that
looked - but in truth it looked silly and I laughed even harder.

We sat for a bit enjoying each others company, my panties still
sitting in a puddle at my feet and his cock still erect and
slightly damp from our earlier activities. Rather than head to
bed and lose the view, I took a drink of my drink trapping an ice
cube in my mouth, and slowly went down on him using the cube in a
way that I'd read about in a woman's magazine. I don't know if
anyone could see that and frankly didn't care. He yelped with the
cold, heated up with what else I was doing, and we ended up
creating a tell-tale stain on the chair.

It was all rather innocent, and all rather naughty. It is one of
our fondest memories of our early married lives together.