REAR WINDOW

While travelling on business, I looked out my hotel window and spotted a couple in a window of a hotel across the street. They were locked in embrace, and I watched as his hands unclasped her bra and tugged down her pants. I probably shouldn't have stayed and watched, but I couldn't take my eyes off of them. And I wondered if they didn't actually want to be watched. Surely they knew that as they pressed against the window in broad daylight that someone could have spotted them from one of the hundreds of windows. Maybe that was part of the thrill for them. It was certainly part of the thrill for me, glad to play the role of voyeur to their exhibitionism.