So we began an affair. There was never much pretence that this was romance. It was never much more than a sexual relationship, and an exploration and enactment of each other's fantasies.
Very early on we decided on a dirty weekend at a coastal town not far south of Sydney. The excuse was a Jazz Convention, held there every year. We arrived on Friday evening after dark, and booked into the first motel we came across close to the park where most of the Jazz Bands would perform.
In the morning, still not quite light, and with Diana still asleep, I got up and dressed into my jogging gear and set out for about an hour's run. When I got back to the room, it was bathed in light, and Diana was lying provocatively naked on the bed. She ordered me to quickly get my clothes off and join her. Being covered in sweat, I suggested a shower first. She was insistent that time was of the essence.
Obediently I disrobed and lay down naked beside her. I could now see where the light was coming from. Straight ahead of us was a large window, and the sunlight was now streaming in. Diana had opened the curtains when she woke, and I had gone running. I could look straight out onto a staircase, that worked its way out from the building to a platform, and then led back into the deck that surrounded the floor above. Anyone standing on the platform, or below, could see straight onto our bed, and our naked bodies.
"He's coming" she whispered excitedly as we heard footsteps above. "I knew he would come again."
As his feet came into view, she leaned over me and took my cock in her mouth, as she jerked me off feverishly. As soon as I was erect, she straddled me, with her back to our voyeur, and eased herself onto my cock. She then kind of moved me with her body so that we lay at more of an angle across the bed, to afford him a better view. There was a narrow band of cloth across the top of the window on the curtain rod. This prevented our eyes from meeting. She worked her way up and down on my rod, occasionally looking straight at him to ensure he was paying attention.
When I ejaculated, she got up off the bed, with cum dripping down her leg, and onto the floor. Staring at him, she reached between her legs with her hand that she then smeared across the window. She then reached out for the curtains, closed them behind her, and then came through them, walking to our door to lock it.
On another occasion, we were at a harbourside beach (Obelisk) which was an unofficial nudist beach. It was getting later in the afternoon. We had been to lunch, had too much to drink and decided not to go back to work, but to cavort a little in the nude. The beach was quite close to her place. The beach faces due east, with a high hill (Commonwealth Government property) on the western side. The sun therefore came off the beach early. To get its last rays we climbed onto a large boulder, and lay on it. The rest of the beach-goers had left for the day. Immediately we were attracted by very bright blinking off shore. There was a small Navy vessel, virtually at a standstill, close to shore, and we could easily make out two Navy sailors, in white caps, shirts, shorts, long socks and shoes, each with binoculars trained directly at us, standing on the deck of the craft. The sun reflected in the binoculars had caught our attention.
Diane immediately repeated her performance from the motel, but this time she faced them directly as she worked herself up and down my shaft. All the time she waved enthusiastically at our spectators who, after a while, waved back.
On another weekend we decided to go for a short trip to Leura, west of Sydney on the Blue Mountains. We had booked a room at a guesthouse across the road from the Golf Club. Before going to bed, she insisted that we wake early and skinny dip in the pool. The guesthouse has two stories, and shaped like a "U". The right hand wing has only accommodation. The front has the office, and a small bar on the ground floor, with accommodation rooms above. The left wing has the dining room for half its length, with accommodation above. This then leads to a covered walkway and a single story functions room that completes the "U". The pool sits in the middle of the "U".
At about 6.30am we donned the guesthouse dressing-gowns and made our way to the pool. Before reaching it, Diana shed the gown, and pranced to the other end of the pool, before pausing and diving in. At this point I became aware of male faces filling the windows of the function room, and some guys spilling out from it onto the walkway. Diana reached my end of the pool, lifted herself out, and asked me to time her next swim on the large clock that stood at the finish end of the pool. She then walked casually back to the other end, graciously acknowledging the applause coming from the side. She did this a couple more times. I had now shed my gown, and was in the water. As she was reaching the finish, a young couple came to the pool, shed their gowns, revealing a modest bikini on the girl, and "budgie-smugglers" on the guy, and jumped in before realising we were naked. Diana breathlessly reached the end, looked up, and said hello. The girl now saw we were naked, ignored Diana's greeting, and looked away. The guy chatted nervously, as Diana informed us she would try one more lap. She lifted herself out, and still waving to her fans, walked to the other end, and completed another lap. We both got out of the pool, and walked naked to the door of the main building, carrying our robes, and waving to our audience.
Back at our room we had spectacular sex, after which we went down to the dining room for breakfast. On entering the room, Diana saw the young couple from the pool, and dragged me over to sit with them. The conversation was laborious at first, but soon the girl was asking us many questions.
"How could you prance around naked in front of all those guys?"
"What do you think about her doing that?"
