I always enjoy my summer holidays. I find that I feel sexier and more interested in sex. It must be the exotic locations and the warm Mediterranean breeze that does it to me. My boyfriend and I can never leave on another alone when we are abroad. We just cannot get enough of one another, morning and evening and mid way through the day if the location permits. We have done it on mountain sides, secluded coves and on the beach after dark. I suppose it has something to with being away from the stress of everyday life or it could be that not being in your own country you can almost guarantee you don't know anyone and you behaviour can be a little more outrageous without fear of being caught, and if you are caught well you will be going home the following week.
My favourite holiday sex memory comes from a long weekend we spent in Paris. We were staying in a small family run hotel in Pigalle, Paris's famed red light district. I loved the evening we spend in Pigalle, all the sights, sounds and smells. The main street is lined with strip joints, sex shops and porno cinemas. All the side streets were lined with hookers dressed as hookers should be. Some of them were really attractive and I caught my boyfriend having a good look at a few of them. I found the whole area really sleazy but incredibly sexy.
We sat in a window set of one of the street bars and watched the world go by. It seemed that the whole area had its mind on sex. The long fishnet legged hookers who clip-clopped up and down the street in their high heels. The couples leaving the sex shops with carrier bags full of goodies or the single men sloping of into the seedy cinemas. Even the couples in the bars seemed to pay more attention to one another. Kissing briefly but passionately in public. Savouring the time until they are back in their apartments or hotel rooms.
After several drinks we made our way back to our hotel. A cheap and cheerful establishment in the back streets of Pigalle, just off the main street. The front of the hotel was on a small side street and our hotel at the back of the hotel overlooked the tiniest of road, just large enough for a car to travel down it. Our windows and the apartment block across the road were only about twenty metres away. The evening was hot and sweaty and so we both had a shower in turn. Even the cold water could not cool me down I was feeling so horny. My fingers lingered over my body as I washed in the shower. After drying myself I joined my boyfriend at the window who was looking out down the road to the lights and sounds of the main street just visible behind other buildings.
We sipped a glass of wine each leaning over the decorative balcony enjoying the warm Parisian air. I put my glass of wine down on the dresser and turned and kissed my boyfriend. His handy gripped me to him. Slipping under the towel material at the small of my back. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my stomach I was please to see he was as horny as I was. I squeezed my hand between us and gripped around his shaft, thick and hard. He pulled me close and I slowly slid his cock in and out of my hand. He kissed my neck and I leaned over his shoulder still sliding my hand. That was when I noticed we were being watched. In the balcony of the apartment directly across the street a woman was leaning on the banister looking directly at us. She was partly illuminated by the glow from her apartment and she leaned forwards smoking a cigarette watching us intently.
-Stop Simon – I whispered to my boyfriend – we are being watched-
-So…- He replied- She can always draw her curtains-
-But she's watching us- I said
-I know she has been watching me since I had my shower perhaps she's into watching couple- he joked
-Perhaps her videos broke and she has to watch hotel guests instead of dirty movies- he continued
-Don't joke – I replied
