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   She was a very successful executive, living in the hills of Barcelona now for the past six months.  She was living here for just one year as part of an accelerated management program the company had created to develop potential global leaders of the future.  Her spacious apartment looked out over a beautiful view toward the harbor and the main city.  It was a beautiful place, for sure, and she enjoyed the Spanish lifestyle.  But living in a foreign country could be a little hard on one’s love life and while she spoke the language fluently, she had yet to meet anyone she was serious about.

   She did have a game she played, however, with a couple of voyeurs.  When she arrived in Spain and saw this apartment, she quickly bought a telescope and a pair of binoculars to enjoy the view, of course.  After a couple of days of scanning the sky and the horizon, she found herself scanning the collection of apartment buildings below her.  She was caught by a man behind a telescope doing the spying directly at her.  At first she put the binoculars down but soon decided if he was staring she could too.  She picked up the binoculars again and focussed them on his window.  He was still staring directly at her and once he realized she had locked on him, he backed up from the telescope and bowed to her, then gave her a little wave.  She didn’t respond but at this distance she could see that he had a broad grin on his face.  He did a little dance shaking his hips and his arms opened his hands in a pleading motion.  She wasn’t sure if he was asking her to dance or if he was asking if she wanted him to dance.  She just continued to stare wondering what he would do next.

   He was a handsome dark haired man who looked to be about 30 with a well proportioned body.  As she stared, he began to dance slowly to an unheard rhythm, rotating his hips.  In fact, the dance appeared to be all exaggerated hip and arm movements.  His legs never moved which made it easy to keep the binoculars focussed.  In a very smooth motion, he slowly removed his Tshirt and continued dancing in just his tan shorts.  He was clearly putting on this show for her, and she found it more amusing than titillating, but it engaged her nonetheless.  Soon he stopped his dancing and peered through his telescope at her as though awaiting her response. 

   She wasn’t sure how comfortable she felt in giving him a show.  Perhaps it was that she thought others might see, because she did like to show off once in a while.  Perhaps it was that he knew she was in on the show.  Most of her exhibition had been done under the guise that she didn’t know the other person was looking even though she always did.  When she showed off it was always in a discreet way. 

   She was standing in front of the full length front window looking through her binoculars.  She was wearing a black blouse buttoned down the front and black slacks to match.  She grazed her free hand from her stomach up lightly across her one of her breasts.  The movement was almost unconscious and innocent enough, but he responded as though she was onstage at a strip club, giving her a rousing ovation.  She let out a laugh.  And then she decided to open the buttons of her blouse exposing her black bra against her pink skin.  She did this quickly and only let him look for a quick second before she put down the glasses and left the room. 

   When she returned she brought back her folding “Directors” chair.  This made the sitting much more comfortable while she watched him dance.  As he danced for her he got more and more into it, stripping off his shorts, stroking himself over his shorts and eventually rubbing his cock which was stretched out the top of his jockey shorts.  She sat back and enjoyed watching him.

   That was a month ago.  The next few times she did her peeking in the dark, and canvassed the whole landscape.  She found one other peeper who was off to one side and could see best into her room on the left side of her window.  She guessed that there was another women who gave them shows in her building since the two of them were often training their eyes that way.  Once she caught her dancing friend dancing and fully exposing himself for some unknown viewer.  But more interestingly he spent quite a bit of time just staring into his telescope fully nude, playing with himself.  This got her quite excited and she decided she would join the game the next time.  On progressive sessions she flirted with him.  She would touch herself and enjoyed playing with her breasts while he watched.  Taking off her clothes to expose her underwear, she would rub her white panties making sure not to move too much, so he could clearly see her with his high powered telescope.  Often she would put down her binoculars and take turns watching with him.  He would go further than her.  He usually wound up squirting his load while she had yet to remove her panties.

   Tonight she was prepared to go all the way.  In fact, she had been looking forward to another session for a few days now, thinking about it all day at work, running home and looking for him with no luck.  As the days wore on, her anticipation grew and she had created many different ways to respond to him.  But tonight he was home.  She flew through the door and ran to the window without putting the lights on and she could see his lights on.  He wasn’t at his window but she knew he would be checking, so she turned on the lights and began to settle in.

   She removed her business suit, blouse, shoes, and stockings.  She was looking out her window periodically to see if he was watching yet but he wasn’t.  She stood in front of her open window and rook off her bra slowly with no one watching and then her panties.  It could be awhile, he must be eating or have guests, she thought.  So she went to her bedroom and threw on her sleepwear which was a while Tshirt and panties to match.  She left her earrings and necklace on.  Patience she thought but she was feeling like this was going to happen sometime tonight and she was excited thinking about it.

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It took about an hour before he showed up at the window.  She immediately pulled her panties down around her thighs as a signal to him and she could feel the juice between her legs.  He spotted her and made it clear he was alone and ready. 

   She turned on her CD player and began to dance to the music.  Her panties still around her thigh, she wiggled and thrust to the sound of the music.  She put the glasses down on the table.  Both of her hands ran along all sides of her Tshirt.  She cupped her breasts and the movement of the Tshirt caused it to lift a bit, exposing the bottom of her clean shaven pussy.  She shaved it fully bare just a few days ago and touched it up again in this mornings shower.  She grabbed each side of her panties and ran them down her legs and then back up and into their rightful place in her crotch.  She pulled them up higher so that the white cotton fabric pressed hard against the flesh of her pussy.  She couldn’t see him too well with her binoculars off, but she could see he was watching.  He was sitting, staring into his the lens of his telescope – she could see that.  But she wondered what he was looking at since the telescope may not allow him to look at all of her.

   She turned around and retrieved her glasses but quickly slipped her Tshirt.  Armed with her binoculars, naked except for her white cotton panties, she turned the chair around and with one kneeling knee, took a careful look at him, signaling it was his turn as well.

   He stood back from his telescope, got on his knees, and pleaded with her to continue.  He made a series of motions with his hands to indicate that he wanted to watch her continue.  He went over to the seat where he was sitting and stood next to the lamp, looked at her and pleading one more time before he turned off the light.  There was still enough light for her to see him move into his seat.

   She put the glasses back down.  And started to dance but she moved very slowly and in a small area.  She turned around and leaning on the chair, she flashed her white clad buns right in his direction.  She reached around and pulled the edges of her panties together, bunching them up in her crack.  She wiggled it around slowly, giving him ample time to adjust his viewer.  Then she stood up and turned around.  Standing for a moment she slowly moved her hands down from breasts toward her panties.  Sliding them off, she thought he would have trouble focusing on one area since her she was lifting her legs.  She immediately knew what would work best.

   She was already feeling very hot and she knew if she sat in a certain way that he could focus on her pussy while she played with it.  She sat completely naked in the chair and began to rub her pussy.  She put one leg up and opened her legs, and then spread eagled her pussy lips with the fingers of both hands so he could focus.  She fiddled a bit with her clit while continuing the spread eagle.  She felt like her juices were just going to run right out of her gaping hole.  She had done this before in front of a mirror and so she knew how to get the best effect on both her vagina and her clit.  Now that someone was watching her, she was even hotter than when she masturbated in front of the mirror.

   She knew he was looking at her pussy and she released the outer lips and ran a finger over her pussy.  As she did this, she began to look around the landscape to see if anyone else was looking.  The lights were now out in the apartment window closest to her.  It was on earlier but the shades were pulled.  The residents appeared to be a newly married couple who was very conscious about their privacy.  Her heart raced as she thought of others watching her.  He fingers worked their way inside of her.  She knew she was ready to come and she could imagine him watching her close up as though his face was right between her legs.

   Her finger moved in and out and as it came out it carried her juices.  The bottom of her finger lubricated her clit and her finger rolled along her clit and into her slippery opening, reaching in as far as one finger would go.  Deep and then out and along her clit again.  As he watched, she came lifting her hips as she did. 

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Disclaimer:  I found these photos on the web and if anyone knows who they belong to please direct them my way.

Saturday visits to my house had become very special occasions for Sophie.  It was summer and my house was set back from the road with a large lawn spread out in front.  I had hired a teen age boy to mow the lawn.  And although I got more than I bargained for, so did he.  Brian was 18, just finishing his senior year at the local high school.  He was a very handsome kid with wavy blond hair.  He stood about 6’2” and weighed about 185 – not quite fully filled out yet.  He had broad shoulders and a thin but muscular body.  Put together with his striking facial features, he was born to be a lady killer.

But he was incredibly shy.  When he first showed up we both tried to engage him in conversation.  About going off to Boston College next year.  About what he was interested in.  Music.  It was all very difficult and he was obviously uncomfortable with it.  Of course, it may not have helped that Sophie was so attractive.  At 30 she was confident of her smoldering dark Greek looks and her ample feminine features.  She had long black wavy hair that added to the overall curves of her 38D breasts and her rounded hips.  She worked out to keep her muscles firm and her weight down successfully although she was a woman who looked like she was born to spread into a Rubenesque beauty.

It would take Brian about 2 hours to mow the lawn which was enough time for us to do some fooling around in the bedroom.  The master bedroom was located in the front of the house and the house had a front hallway that ran along the front wall of the house by another bedroom and bath into the living room.  I used to tease Sophie with thoughts of Brian and she responded gratefully.  I would whisper into her ear while we were making love about how we should seduce him and call him in to join us and have him fuck her.  Or rather have her fuck him.  Sophie liked to be teased and I liked to tease her.  She enjoyed the thoughts I planted in her mind about the shy young virginal boy.  Brian, I think, knew what we were up to in the bedroom from the first day while he was out mowing the lawn.  And soon it became a feature of every Saturday.

One day I suggested that she go to the kitchen (which is off the living room) and get us some drinks.  We were both naked and I told her not to put any clothes on while she tip toed past the windows in the hall.  She did. “Did he see you?”  “I don’t know she said I didn’t look out.”   She was dripping wet with excitement at the idea that he might have seen her.  We quickly began to find all sorts of excuses for her to travel the hall.  Going to the bathroom.  Taking a shower.  Trips to the kitchen.  I peeked out the bedroom window and Brian was frequently looking over toward the house.  Sophie was thrilled to hear the news but she didn’t want to lead him on so she insisted that she not look over at him and acknowledge that she knew he was watching.  And she resisted my suggestions that she stand near the window and masturbate in front of him, although she loved to think about it.  Instead I would make her masturbate standing up in front of me while I watched her and told her fantasies about Brian.

It was the best of all worlds for me because she was a great lover when she was properly excited and I had no fear or jealousy about Brian even if he did wind up screwing her (and I told Sophie this too).  The day that she took her shower I left the bedroom curtains open and when she returned to the bedroom I had her dry herself in front of the window.  She refused to turn toward the open window but turned sideways lifting her legs onto the bed.  It was a bright sunny day and the sunlight light up the room through the window.  As she finished I went over to her and embraced her looking out the window as I did.  Brian was barely moving the mower and he had his face pointed toward the window.  He was 100 yards or so from the house.  I told Sophie that I could see his cock straining in the front of his pants.

After another orgasm in the bed (she was frequently having 2 or 3 separate ones on Saturdays) I told her we would show her off right in front of Brian when he came in to get paid.  We practiced in the bedroom with her silk robe.  Sitting so that it would fall open when she crossed her legs.  She had nothing else on beside the robe and from the side there was, at times, a clear view of her large creamy breasts with her tightly wrinkled rose cherries pointing outward.  At other times when she leaned back the silk material encased every detail of her breasts and proudly displayed their shape, form, buoyancy, and state of excitation. 

When Brian did come in, Sophie had moved to the living room (where the front door opened into), I asked him if he would like a drink and invited him in.  He was all sweated up from the heat.  His white T-shirt clung closely to his muscular chest.   As Sophia told him to sit down, gesturing to a chair near hers, I noticed she was staring at his crotch. His cock was lying sideways and slightly up and easily noticeable in his tight jeans.  He had a man sized cock for sure.  I found the largest glass I could and took my time in bringing the juice to him.  When I returned, Sophie had uncrossed her legs and was sitting leaning forward so they were slightly apart.  She was trying to engage him in conversation.  I quickly left the room without explanation, knowing he would wait until I paid him before he left.

Sophie was animated and kept moving her legs eventually crossing them as she stretched her arm over the back of the couch and leaned back.  I was watching from behind the kitchen door through the slight crack of its slightly ajar hinged side.  When she leaned back I could see that her nipples were at full attention.  They were very large perky nipples which Brian seemed to be quietly absorbing.  His head was leaning forward as though his mussed and flowing blond trusses could hide his roving eyes.  “Mowing must be very hard work,” Sophie said.  “Have you been working all day?”  He explained that he had done a few houses before ours but that ours was the last.  “You’re all sweaty,” she said.  “I know what we can do for that.”  And without any explanation she got up out of the couch, spreading her legs as she did, probably giving him a quick view into her naked crevices and headed for the bathroom.  Poor Brian already had his eyes lowered since he was having a hard time looking into Sophie’s eyes as they talked.  I could see a visible gulp.

She returned quickly with a tepid washcloth and a bucket of warm water.  (This was strictly her idea.)  Sitting on the arm of his chair she said, “Here let’s take off that T-shirt.”  When he was slow to react she grabbed the bottom edges gave a slight pull and said. “Do you mind if I take it off for you?”  She slowly pulled if it out of his pants and up to his chest.  Telling him to raise his arms she removed it in one quick sweep.  She took the cloth and began with his face, putting one hand behind his head to cradle it, the other rubbing down across his features.  First one side of his face, then the other.  She slowly ran the cloth down and around his neck.  Her cradling arm moved around his shoulders and as she refreshed the cloth her breasts pressed against his arm.  She was practically cuddling him now as she ran the cloth over the front of his chest.  Her body was so close to him.  His cock pushing up straight trying to get out of his pants.  She liked the close-up she was getting of his cock and seeing it she was encouraged to continue. 

She washed his front slowly and took her time.  His eyes were half closed enjoying the cloth but he was probably more focused on the continual brushes of her breasts against his arm and torso and the stabbing of her nipples against him as she washed him.  She stood up and instructed him to move forward just a bit in his chair and then she sat down on the front his legs while she reached behind to wash his back.  Her legs were spread wide open as they faced the chair and I’m sure her pussy was exposed.  It looked like Brian was pretending to fall asleep or become so relaxed that his head began to fall forward.  Sophie told him to rest his forehead against her shoulder.  Brian may have been a bit overwhelmed by all that was going on but he was obeying her suggestions without hesitation.  Getting an eyeful of her open legs with his head there, I thought.

 “You like it, don’t you,” said Sophie in a very gentle voice.  Slowly stoking his back and broad shoulders and neck with the wet cloth, she could hear his breathing getting louder.   He barely muttered a reply to her question as if he were far away.  She told him to lean back into the chair and refreshed the cloth and started on his almost hairless chest.  She noticed his nipples were tight and hard as she followed the bands of his muscles across is chest with the cloth.  She looked down between them and saw her own open exposed legs and his very large slightly twisted cock straining in his pants and immediately she seemed to feel hot moisture flooding the entrance to her pussy.  It was almost as though seeing herself exposed was as exciting as seeing his cock.  The idea of opening her naked legs to this young virgin boy-man was driving her wild.  So close and yet he was so docile lying under her as she wiped his face, tilting it back while she did his neck.  He was becoming relaxed and responsive to the suggestions of her hands.  When she leaned him forward to get his back again his head naturally disappeared into her neck.  She thought now was the time to go for it.

“Do you want me to give you a complete sponge bath?” she asked and suddenly he became flustered.  He picked up his head, stammered and said no, he would have to be getting home.  She looked at his face and caught the blood rushing into it as he blushed.  She gave his chin a gentle wipe with the cloth and looked into his eyes.   “Well if it’s hot next week, we’ll do it!”  she said quietly, giving him no options to question.  OK, he said somewhat relieved that she didn’t push it right now.  He was alert now beginning to tense up again, aware of the situation, too aware.  She got off his lap and watched while he struggled to get up with his hard member resisting the repositioning.  She almost laughed.  Soon he would be gone but there was next Saturday to plot what we believed would be the downfall of this likely virgin.

Chapter 2 is found here

It was a first class hotel.  15 stories of modern materials.  The balcony we had on the 8^th floor was ample and fitted easily with two lounge chairs.  The balcony was on the right inside half of the “L” shaped hotel so it faced in a sideways fashion all the balconies on the left side.  Both sets of balconies were facing west and in this gentle paradise the sunsets were spectacular.

We stood on the balcony waiting for the spectacle to begin, having just finished refreshing showers.  The sun and sand of the afternoon was now a warm memory.  The afternoon was cooling down but it was still a very comfortable temperature.  I had my arm around her waist, the two of us melting into each other.  It had been a great day.  I turned my head and gave her a thankful peck on the lips.  Followed by a longer gentle kiss of lips contacting.  Then endless kisses quick and long and constantly moving across on another.  Feeling the depth of the other person’s passion.  Focusing on each other.

We paused and looked at the sand and the ocean and the softly falling sun.  I looked over her shoulder and saw a number of other couples populating the balconies randomly.  Like us they were mostly huddled together at the railings looking west.  I whispered in Emma’s ear.  Would she like to live out a fantasy down here in the middle of paradise where no one knew here?  What did I have in mind, she asked.  Her fantasy about doing it in front of others who were watching.  She jerked just slightly.  OO, I don’t think I could actually do it!  But tell me more.  What did you have in mind?

Instead of answering her, I began to kiss her neck.  I knew she found that very sexy.  I blew kisses on the back of her neck and along the large muscle on the side of her neck up under her ear.  We faced each other and I gave her a tight hug pressing her breasts up against my chest.  The kissing lingered and got both of our engines running, her body squirming against mine.  She was wearing a little summer shift dress and my hands easily reached under the hem and began to rub the back of her legs and her panty covered ass.  “People can see us doing this,” I murmured.  She nuzzled my neck as if to hide her shyness.  “In fact, I can see one of the couples watching us.  He’s pointing at us as I’m rubbing your ass.”  Something about the idea appealed to her. 

“Let me play,” I said and I moved a little to her side.  Still standing I could now rub her ass with one hand and moved the other to her braless breast.  I kissed her shoulder.  The sun was beginning to set among the distant clouds and the colors were ablaze with light.  “Relax,” I said and she began to go limp as my hands roamed over her body.  I moved one hand under her dress and all the way up to her breasts lifting her dress to her waist.  I looked over her shoulder and scanned the crowd.  There was about 4 couples on various balconies and at least two of them were watching us pretty intently.  On another balcony there were two young women calling a couple more women in from the room and pointing us out.  One of the women quickly returned inside with a disgusted look on her face but the remaining three continued to watch.

I put one hand inside the top of her panties and she gave me a small protest as I slid them half way down her ass.  “Why not?  There are only adults here and we will never see these people after we leave.  It’ll just be our little secret.  There is no better time.”  My roaming hands were now both inside her panties, one in front and the other in back.  I gently began rubbing a few fingers across her public patch and I could feel she was warm and moist.  Burying my head in her breasts, I slowly began to peel her panties over her rounded mounds and down her silky legs. She sighed her physical approval although I sensed her mind was still uncertain.  

My head flowed down the front of her dress as my hands removed her panties from her legs.  She willingly helped step out of them.  I told her to sit in the lounge chair and when she did, I spread her legs with slow strokes up the inside of both or her thighs.  Her dress still retained some of her modesty, but her legs were totally exposed.   She was looking down on me and put her hands in my hair as I began to kiss her thighs.  She moved closer to the edge of the chair – an invitation to sup, which I accepted, putting my head into her crotch.  As I did, her head rolled back in anticipation and sexual tension.  Her eyes closed.  I began to lick her pussy and open her lips.  I grazed her clit and she shuddered.  The bottom of her dress stayed behind when she edged forward and I took both hands and moved them up her body lifting her dress and squeezing her full breasts and pinching her hard nipples.  While her dress still covered my hands and her breasts, she was now naked from her midriff down in the twilight.

We seemed to be ignoring the others on the balcony but their presence was undeniable and we were both were well aware of them.  I kept my hand lightly pressed on her pussy and I moved my head next to hers.  “Don’t keep your eyes closed.  Tell me who is watching and describe them to me.”  I again returned my face to her crotch.  I looked up at her and she had her head back and her eyes half opened, looking around.  She told me there were 5 balconies with couples on them and one with 4 girls.  The girls were giggling and talking loudly to one another but we couldn’t make out what they were saying.  She told me that one of the other couples watching us were also getting quite frisky.  Looking around seemed to raise her excitement and I began to lick her clit faster without putting too much pressure on it.  She arched her back and pushed her crotch into my face and grabbed a handful of my hair.  It wasn’t long before she was whimpering out loud, flooding my face with her juices. 

As she settled back into the chair I snuggled in between her thighs and soon moved up and kissed her face, neck, and mouth in short staccato pecks.  Your turn she said.  Don’t go away.  And she jumped up and went into the room.  I sat in the chair.  I wanted to look at the others who were watching to stare onto their faces, but I was afraid I’d scare them off so I pretended to look into the fading sunset and I used as much of my peripheral vision as I could.  I saw one couple break up with her going inside and him staying out.  They were the easiest to see since they were just one floor up and at the end section of the “L”.  Then I spotted the couple below us by a floor, sitting in their lounge chairs, taking in the entire scenery.

Emma returned with a couple of towels and some oil.  She had put the light on in the room helping to keep extra light on the balcony as the white sunless skies predicted the oncoming dark.  She placed the towel in front of my feet and knelt on it.  Are you ready, big boy, to show off your stuff, she challenged.  With that she untied the string belt on my shorts and removed them with my jockeys in one slow sexy slide.