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.
"Check this out," she whispered.
I stepped over to the window, and realized we had a view into a bedroom of an apartment across the alleyway. There, an attractive woman probably in her mid-thirties and fully nude was lying back on the bed, while a man of indeterminate age ate her out. Tracy was staring transfixed, and she didn't resist when I pulled her back to the window next to me. I started caressing her ass, and she leaned forward some to allow my fingers better access to her already-moist pussy. At about that moment, the woman across the way turned her head and glanced out the window. She plainly saw us and smiled. Tracy started to back away, but I held her in place by thrusting another finger into her -- something that elicited a low moan and put a stop to any flight instinct.
The woman reached down, lifted her partner's head by the hair, and pointed us out to him. He smiled and both of them waived. I returned the waive as did Tracy -- much to my surprise -- although from the moisture on my hand, I could tell she was extremely turned on.
During all of this, I had become aroused as well, and Tracy turned and leaned sideways against the windowsill so she could stroke me to a full erection without sacrificing my fingers' access to her pussy or her view of the action across the way. As I, too, stood in profile against the opposite window, my cock was fully visible to the woman. She made an "oooh" shape with her lips and gave Tracy a big smile. My increasingly-bold girlfriend returned the smile and bent over at the waist to take my hardon into her mouth. The sight of Tracy giving me head must have sent the woman over the edge, for her body tensed and she convulsed in what appeared to be a strong orgasm.
