Better Than Watching Leno

He was hers, she could do anything to him now, he was so happy to be here with her. As she fucked his ass with her fingers, his head rolled to one side and he saw that the candles cast shadows of their writhing bodies against the wall, her round body and his prone figure outlined on the wall. His head turned the other way-- and for the first time his eyes adjusted to the candles and he realized that the drapes were open, wide open. The wall was nearly all window, and beyond it he could see three or four large apartment buildings, 30 stories tall, facing her building. And here and there on a balcony or at a large picture window, he could make out the silhouettes of others, some with binoculars, others with telescopes or zoom lenses, gazing out of their apartments at... tonight's show.