This continues the story of Tracy and John that started with a prolog in "Tracy's Journey -- CH 00." While this chapter probably can stand on its own, the prior installments provide some valuable context.
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After a flight in which we joined the "mile high club" (the usual bathroom thing -- not worth reporting in detail), we landed in Munich. We then toured through Germany, Austria and Italy, thoroughly enjoying the sites by day and each other's bodies by night. While nothing untoward happened on this phase of our trip, I did notice that Tracy was getting bolder and bolder about sex in public -- even if it was only my body that wound up exposed. Her favorite times were on train rides: when we had a compartment to ourselves, she loved to pull my cock out and give me head while folks walking by outside had every chance of seeing what was going on.
One time, the conductor came to take our tickets while we were in the midst of fucking, with Tracy's peasant-style dress covering up what was going on. Even though the conductor must have sensed that my penis was buried in Tracy's pussy while he was checking our tickets and passports, none of us batted an eyelash. Even with this bold behavior, however, I could not get Tracy to show more skin by unbuttoning some buttons on her blouse, wearing shorter shorts or donning midriff -baring tops.
That finally started to change when we reached Greece. Athens was suffering through a stifling heat wave that summer. Of course, we couldn't afford to stay anywhere with air conditioning, so our lovemaking left us lying in soaking sheets each night. Out of necessity, we kept our room's sole window open to catch any breeze we could -- something that allowed us to hear the sounds of other couples around the narrow alley.
Late one afternoon, we returned from trooping around the Acropolis soaked in sweat. We quickly peeled off our clothes and splashed ourselves with cold water from the room's small sink. Without thinking about her nudity, Tracy then threw open the window and leaned out to let what breeze there was cool her. The widow overlooked a small alley, so she really wasn't visible from the street, but the opposite window had a good view -- and vice versa. Tracy, let out a small gasp and quickly stepped back covering her breasts.