9.30am slowly waking up, sticky and caked in blood, sweat and cum from the night before, I feel as if I have been used as a punch bag by a handful of midgets – most of my aches and pains being concentrated around waist height. My thighs and torso providing a dull throb reminding me of last night's exercise.
Dragging myself off the bed the room seems light and airy with a gentle breeze blowing into the room from the balcony doors, one of which I notice now half open and the source of the streaming light and fresh waft of air.
I can smell coffee too drifting casually on the breeze from outside. Looking around I am alone in the room. A crumpled pillow and some discarded bed sheets sadly vacant of your fine figure.
Realising the state I am in I decide a shower takes precedence over anything else and head towards the bathroom, emerging five minutes later refreshed, invigorated and almost back to my normal self. The only obvious lingering reminder of last night being the cut and swollen lip during the heat of our passion.
I slip into one of the hotel provided bathrobes, thick soft white fluffiness envelops me as I tie the belt at my waist.
Cleanliness re-established I head for the source of the coffee smell and notice you have made a pot with a cup already set out just waiting to be poured. One lump of sugar later and I think I may actually be able to tackle the day after all.
Coffee in hand I head to the balcony.
The room being a corner suite has a balcony that extends around the building with a small table and two comfortable chairs in one part and a couple of sun loungers around the corner to take advantage of the morning sun.
You are sitting wrapped in another hotel bathrobe, wet hair tied back and cupping a hot coffee just staring out over the busy city views from the heights of the sixth floor room.
I catch a smile as I emerge from the bedroom and walk over to the seat beside you, an awkward silence filling the gap between us, obviously both thinking about the night before.
I'm the first to break cover and thank you for the coffee, you smile again and tell me you thought I deserved it after such a busy night. I think we both blush a little.
We sit and make small talk while drinking the coffees, wondering what the rest of the day will bring and who from the party hooked up with whom, both of us guessing and speculating what went on. The breeze and lack of sunlight on this half of the balcony make you shiver and pull the robe a bit tighter around you. We chat for a little more then decide to move around the corner where there is a bit more warmth and settle onto a large sun lounger.
The difference in temperature on the sun lounger was quite profound, a little bit of direct sunlight and because of the lower height of the lounger now shielded from the morning breeze made for a warm and comfortable environment.
This end of the balcony had a polished glass wall enabling an unrestricted view of the city and bustle below but had a chest high frosted glass partition between our part of the balcony and the rooms next door providing a touch of privacy but not enough to prevent complete anonymity.
We lay together cuddling still tired from last night's exertions and just for a little extra warmth and comfort while enjoying the morning sun, my arms wrapped around you gently holding you close to me in both a protective and sensual hold.
The noise of a balcony door sliding open surprises us a little before we register it is from the room next door the other side of the glass. Quietly but oblivious to our presence someone walks onto the balcony and leans against the glass safety rail looking down over the city. We can't make out who it is because of the frosted effect separating the two balcony spaces but from the shape, size and colouring I guess it is a woman and she too is wearing one of the hotel supplied bathrobes as the bright white and flesh colours dominate the frosted glass.
We both remain silent as another figure moves from the bedroom onto the balcony towards the first. This figure is bigger, darker and moves silently behind the first.
There is no conversation, no words from anyone. The only noise being the whistle of the wind past the building and the occasional bit of traffic noise from below.
The couple next door giggle suddenly and we both look at each other knowingly as the giggle turns to a stifled moan and the sound of kissing takes over.
You slowly shift position eager to see who it is but quietly so as not to disturb them, slowly kneeling on the lounger you are high enough to have your head clear of the frosted section and give you an un-obscured view of our neighbours.
Quietly you kneel transfixed on the event unfurling a few feet away as you secretly watch. You beckon me with an urgent hand movement to come and join you, to watch, to be part of this illicit little act of voyeurism. Intrigued I do exactly as you bid and taking up a position directly behind you I rest my head on your shoulder and now I too am watching our neighbours.
The first thing I notice is they aren't people we know, the man looks about 30, well tanned not muscular as such but defined especially across his shoulders and back – which is mostly what I can see from here. He looks about 5'9" maybe a little taller and has short hair, almost cropped. He reminds me of an action man, dressed only in a pair of tight black boxers.
The woman is smaller and pretty. About 5'6" with long golden hair that falls in curled waves to the middle of her back, her skin is paler than his and she looks a few years younger, early twenties, 25 at a push.
She has a hotel bathrobe on but the sash is undone and the robe is hanging open, barely covering her breasts. She is leaning back against the glass wall, arms outstretched, one leg slightly forward with the robe hanging down leaving her man with a clear view of all she has to offer, and she knows it.
Andy – because in my head he looks like an Andy, reaches forward and brushes the robe to the side, now clearly displaying the girls breasts, think she is a Liz. Liz doesn't react, she just keeps her burning gaze fixed firmly on Andy's face.
His hand travels across her chest, the back on his hand grazing her breasts until he reaches the robe on the other side. Again he moves the material, the robe now fully open and hanging from her shoulders vertically down covering nothing but her arms.
He steps forward, closing the gap between them and eases one leg between hers, using his thigh he pushes her legs apart and positions himself between them. Looking down on her, his eyes full of desire and lust.
You shift slightly in front of me and I wrap an arm around your waist as we watch the show.
You cover my hand with yours and my attention goes back to the couple next door.
His hand is between her breasts, she arches her back into him, pushing her tits higher offering herself to his touch.
His hand ignores her breasts and caresses upwards to her throat, fingers stroking the underside of her chin before drifting to the back of her head and latching on to a handful of her hair.
She winces slightly from her hair being grasped as he pulls her head back forcing her to look up directly at him, but the pain is lost as their shared carnal look melts everything else around them into a blurred separate reality.
They speak no words, but she drops to her knees in from of him. His hand still tightly holding her hair, guiding her head, pulling her against him. She rubs her face against his bulging shorts. Her nose and lips tracing the outline of his cock. Breathing in his scent, bathing in his presence.
She glances up as if seeking permission. He nods almost imperceptibly but otherwise remains stood motionless.
Her hands slide up the outside of his legs over his thighs to his shorts, her fingers quickly hooking into the waistband and she slowly eases the materiel down. The shorts glide down off his hips and with a small tug his cock springs free and erect in front of her. The shorts are lowered to the ground and he casually steps one foot out of them leaving them in place beneath him.
