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AnnabelleLunchtime (07 November 2007)

At lunchtime when I went back to my hotel room, the sun was streaming in
the windows and the room was cozy and warm. I thought I'd lie down for a
few minutes to have a little siesta but it was so warm I stripped off my
clothes to nap in my underwear. Before I lay down, the sun felt so good
that I moved closer to the window to feel the direct warmth on my skin. It
was wonderful - heat baking my muscles and making me even drowsier. I
stood in front of the windows, stretching and moving, feeling suddenly
sensual and sexy.

Purposely moving slowly and provocatively, almost like dancing, I
reached behind and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. My
breasts felt full and heavy, and as I touched them, the nipples began to
get hard. I made soft little circles with my fingertips around each
nipple, teasing and tickling, making them harder. Then, with my
forefingers and thumbs, I pinched each one, twisting, rubbing, hurting a
little, remembering the feel of my lover's teeth biting and sucking at my
breasts.

My clit began to tingle and ache and I could feel myself getting moist
between my breasts, between my legs. Keeping one hand on my breast, I
reached down with the other into my panties, letting my fingertips brush
over my clit. Then, using both hands, I stripped off the panties and stood
naked in front of the windows, letting the sun beat on my body. The
windows were floor-to-ceiling and I loved closer, leaning against the glass
- thighs, public bone, breasts, arms outspread - with my head thrown back
and the sun hot on my throat.

I stayed that way for a moment, letting the sun beat on my body and
feeling my heart beating. Then, placing my hands at shoulder height, I
pushed back from the glass enough to rest my forehead on the glass. With
one hand, I felt down my body - across my breasts, my abdomen, my pubic
mound - enjoying the warmth my skin had soaked up from the sun. Then,
slowly, I began to let my fingers explore between my legs, caressing each
fold of my labia, sliding between them and feeling the moisture beginning
to seep out of my cunt. Making show circles around my clit, I brought my
other hand to my breast, squeezing and teasing the nipple. The tingling,
warm sensations ran from nipple to clit, from clit to nipple - each
increasing the heat of the other. I began to breathe faster and the
strokes on my clit got faster and harder. Panting now, feeling my legs
begin to shake, I rubbed faster and faster, letting the tingling build into
pulsing waves, stronger and stronger. I thought I could hardly stand it
when the waves crashed in a throbbing climax that made my body buck and
shudder as a groan escaped from my throat. Gasping, I leaned against the
windows - my cheek, breasts, abdomen and thighs moist against the glass. I
rested there for a moment, enjoying the sensations on my skin and the
throbbing between my legs.

I let out a deep sigh and slowly began to push back from the window. As
I did, a motion caught my eye. Across the courtyard, standing in the
window opposite mine, a man was watching me. I gasped, realizing he'd been
watching my orgasm, but I didn't move away from the window. I could see
that he was breathing hard and our eyes met. He didn't smile, but looked
at me with hunger in his face. He reached down to his crotch and felt
himself. I could see the bulge of his erection in his pants. I smiled and
reached my hand down to squeeze my pubic mound. He seemed to groan and now
unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He kicked off his
shoes and stepped out of his pants, stripping his socks off as well. I
rubbed my other hand across my breasts and pressed my nipples against the
glass in response. He unbuttoned his shirt, discarding it quickly behind
him and then moved closer to the glass, pressing his chest against the
windows, almost as though he was pressing himself to my breasts. I could
clearly see the bulge of his penis in his underpants.

I brought my fingers to my lips and slipped my forefinger into my mouth,
sucking it and drawing it out of my mouth slowly, through puckered lips
that sucked my finger as I would have sucked his cock. He seemed to groan
again, and took off his shorts, kicking them aside, freeing his cock. I
could see that he was fully erect, long and hard. He put one hand against
the glass, leaning in slightly. With his other hand, he stroked his cock,
never taking his eyes off me. I moved my wet finger to my clit, making
slow circles again. Then, using both hands, I spread my labia to show him
how moist and pink my cunt was. He stroked faster, focused on my cunt,
imagining his cock plunging in and pumping in and out, slick with my
juices. Again, one hand went to my mouth and I sucked and licked two of my
fingers. I drew my fingers out of my mouth and moved them slowly down to
my cunt. He watched, stroking faster, panting in anticipation of what I
would do next. I put one foot on a chair that was close to the window and
parted my labia with one hand, inserting my two wet fingers slowly into my
cunt as he watched. He threw his head back, clearly groaning and then
watched again as I plunged my fingers in again and again. I began to
writhe as I stroked myself, and watching his excitement grow, I felt almost
as though I was fucking him, controlling my movements and bringing him to
orgasm. He closed his eyes, coming closer and closer, stroking faster and
faster, and then arching back, he climaxed, semen pulsing from his cock and
spraying onto the window. When he stopped shuddering, he leaned, panting,
against the window, his chest leaving moisture on the window, his head
bowed, energy spent.

After a few moments, he collected himself, raised his head, and pushed
back slightly from the window. As he straightened up and saw his semen and
sweat all over the glass, he smiled a little sheepishly and looked at me.
As our eyes met, I smiled and nodded my approval. He grinned, a little
sheepishly and then threw back his head and raised his arms as if cheering.
I laughed and drew his curtains across the window, smiling to myself and
enjoying our joint, but separate performances.

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