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Arriving late at night into the adults-only resort Zara was grateful to open the door to her large and luxurious room after a long day of travel. She slid apart the glass doors that led to her private balcony and went outside to take in the sea air. A warm Mediterranean breeze washed over her but, despite the spectacular view over the sea, something else had caught her eye. A man in a room on the floor below and a little further along was clearly oblivious to the fact that a lamp was making his naked body visible through the mirrored glass.

Zara immediately looked away but then, realising there was no way that she could be seen, she returned her gaze to more closely study the man. His strong chest was covered in a light fuzz of hair which stopped at his smooth stomach and then continued again in a line down to his groin. His thighs looked so big and his cock was relaxed and soft and yet oh-so thick. It rested languidly against his leg and Zara couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like in her palm.

Jetlag suddenly took hold and Zara tore herself away from the tantalising view. When she awoke the next morning she immediately went out to her balcony. The man was there, taking breakfast outside. She'd guessed that he was in room 32, not that she knew what she'd do with this information. He was facing away from her and was dressed in a short-sleeved cream shirt and loose khaki shorts. Packing away her curiosity, she showered and, while replaying the lamp-lit scene from last night, treated herself to an orgasm before seeking out breakfast in the main restaurant.

This was a boutique resort with only a couple of dozen rooms and just the one, albeit very big, infinity pool. It was by the pool that Zara decided to spend her morning. Despite it being shoulder season the weather was perfect, yet there were very few other guests in the resort. She had the pool to herself until just before lunch when a man arrived wearing a cream shirt and khaki shorts. Number 32.

"Good morning," he said to Zara. His accent was English and his voice deep.

"Good morning."

Placing his towel on a lounger that was a modest distance away from Zara's, 32 stripped off his shirt and shorts. Underneath he wore tight lycra swimming shorts which accentuated his firm butt. Peering over her book, Zara glanced between his legs when he turned. She noted the bulge and unthinkingly licked her lips.

32 was maybe a few years older than her, perfectly tanned and with a full head of jet black hair. When he removed his sunglasses Zara was momentarily lost in his icy blue eyes. Those eyes then disappeared behind some swimming goggles and Zara was treated to another view of 32's butt when he turned and slipped into the pool. The explanation for why this man had such a strong body came immediately when he began to do laps. He was so fast and efficient in his movements. Despite him swimming for a full 30 minutes Zara remained mesmerised.

That same night Zara returned hopefully to her balcony and there again in his room 32 reclined naked on his bed. How warm that cock would feel in her hands. How heavy it must be. How magnificently it must stretch and swell at the gentlest of touches. Although she was already being treated to this wondrous show Zara greedily wanted more. She wanted one of those powerful hands to move from his thighs and to take hold of the resting dick. She wanted that hand to stroke and squeeze. She wanted to see this man at his full, rigid maximum.

While thinking these wanton thoughts Zara's own hand had moved to between her legs. She pressed herself there before slipping her hand into her skirt so that she could directly stimulate her needy clitoris. Was it wrong to do this? To play with herself while looking at a naked man? Just then 32 stirred. He stood and moved out of the lamp light. Zara, disappointed, returned her attention to the dark sea far below.

The following day followed the same pattern: 32 swimming while Zara pretended to read, then her voyeurism relocated to her balcony where she hungrily stared at that shamefully untouched cock. Except this evening 32 had his balcony doors open. Zara could now look at him in all his untinted glory. But then doubt crossed her mind.

Was he aware that I could see him?

she wondered. Another thought then pushed its way in; the thought of that soft dick in her mouth and how it would feel as it hardened. How tender the skin, how wet the tip, how creamy the cum. Would the size of him completely fill her mouth?

As if in answer to both her question and her prayers 32's hand took hold of his cock. He idly began to stroke. Was he watching porn? No, it looked as though he was lying back, perhaps imagining some fantasy. The sight of this naked man seemed to have a direct connection to Zara's cunt, which was wet and twitching and hungry for that dick. Now she could assess the full size of him and yes, he would definitely fill her mouth. It was a beautiful, gently-curving cock with a glistening pink tip that must feel...

Damn. He stood and closed the doors, but Zara wasn't sure if she'd moved away quickly enough to not be spotted.

Damn

. Despite this possible awkwardness she could, at least, add the image of his delicious erection to her fantastical visions and, as a result, her shower orgasm that night felt all the more powerful.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," 32 said to her the next morning at the pool. He was stood next to her lounger wearing only those tight and somewhat revealing swimming shorts.

"What show?"

"The show I unintentionally put on for you last night."

Zara now had two choices: deny all knowledge and continue to sneak looks from her balcony, or; confess and either risk this man's ire or be rewarded with a smile, laugh, or maybe more? Fuck it.

"It's one of the best performances I've seen in a long time," Zara said.

"Oh, I'm flattered," 32 laughed, "but I hardly did anything."

"You did more than enough. My name's Zara."

"Achen."

"What a gorgeous name."

With the flirting now in full flow Zara felt emboldened enough to occasionally touch Achen on his arm and glance down at that seductive bulge. He, too, was looking her up and down and Zara remembered that she was wearing her most revealing bikini. This prompted her to realise that she didn't particularly want to be on display.

Zara grabbed her silk robe and wrapped herself in it, looking Achen in the eyes as she did so. She silently dared him to say something but there was now an unspoken understanding between them. Achen was the exhibit, Zara the voyeur. They talked some more so as to get to know each other a little better, but both had come to this quiet resort in order to escape other people. Soon Achen was back in the pool doing laps and Zara was back on her lounger pretending to read her book.

Now that the two of them knew what the other wanted they took to their roles enthusiastically that night. Zara was naked from the waist down, confident that no other guest could see on to her top-floor balcony. In her hand was her favourite vibrator, a powerful toy that she knew could give her the most exquisite orgasms. She settled into a comfortable position, leaning on the balcony rail, with one hand directing the vibrator against her clit.

There he was. He strode out onto his balcony, fully naked. Without glancing up at Zara (for to do so would have broken the fantasy) he, too, leaned over the rail. The solid flesh of his curvaceous buttocks seemed to shine in the moonlight. Zara could just about make out the start of the depression leading to his tight asshole, she followed the line of his cleft down to where his smooth balls hung in shadow.

Her imagination once again overlaid itself on the view of him. How delicate those balls would feel in her hand, how his eyes would be full of trust as she tenderly fondled them. Now his dick was slowly swelling, begging to be taken hold of. Zara would eventually oblige, for her own pleasure, of course. Back in reality she had just pushed the vibe's button to increase its power and she involuntarily let out a sigh.

Achen was padding over to his bed which he now reclined on with one leg dangling over the side to provide an unimpeded view of his crotch. His smooth, full balls rested against his powerful thigh and that cock, that girthy, languid cock which Zara so wished was in her mouth, lay still and untouched.

A gentle breeze ruffled the light curtains either side of Achen's balcony door and Zara briefly lost sight of the naked man. When she regained her view she saw that his hand was leisurely cupping his balls, deftly squeezing them and running a finger over that taut skin. Now he reached for some body oil and drizzled it all over himself, using his other hand to rub the oil in until his skin glistened. He was teasing her and she was very much aware of this. Another tap on the button and another increase of vibrations against her clit.

Wait...where was he going? The object of Zara's passionate desire was standing and, oh, he was walking onto the balcony, taking the oil with him and splashing it over the parts he couldn't previously reach. By now he was confident that no-one else but Zara could see him there. He turned his back once again on her but Zara could tell from his pumping arm and clenched buttocks that he was now stimulating himself. She had never before considered the beauty of men's derrières, but Achen's pert mounds had her mesmerised. They were so mighty and meaty and invitingly chewable, tantalisingly shiny from the oil.

Just when she thought she'd never get to see those steely pecs and mouthwatering cock, Achen turned. Continuing to disregard his lecherous onlooker he continued to stroke his hand up and down the length of his magnificent erection. Zara imagined resting her hand on his butt while she circled her other hand around his dick. She would dig her fingers into his cleft while masturbating him. She may probe him with her forefinger while bending over to suck him.

Now the vibrator was at it's strongest setting and Zara was constantly on the edge of orgasm. She wasn't ready to finish, though, not until he was. The breeze momentarily dropped and Zara could just about make out the squelching sound of his hand pumping his oiled cock. That sound almost drove her over the edge and she had to briefly remove the vibrator from between her legs.

Objectifying this willing man was one of the most arousing acts that Zara had ever done. She never wanted it to end, but at the same time she was desperate to see him finish. Now, finally, it seemed as though she would get her wish. Achen looked up and held her eye as his mouth formed an O and his dick grew even larger. He masturbated even more vigorously until shots of cum spurted across the balcony. Zara was no longer looking into Achen's eyes. Her entire focus was on that orgasming cock and she continued to ogle it as she, too, climaxed.

Achen waited patiently until he was sure his audience had fully finished, remaining on display so that the sight of him could accompany every last second of her orgasm. When she met his eyes again he knew that she'd extracted every last throb of pleasure from her cunt. He smiled, turned and unhurriedly shut himself back inside his room. Performance over, until next time.