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.