I had taken a week off to have a holiday at a nice hotel. I am 20 years old, I've had one or two on-off girlfriends and was ready to join up with other singles my age. My hotel room balcony overlooked the swimming pool and the sea beyond. I couldn't wait to plunge into the pool and relax on a lounger, close my eyes and let the sun lull me into a dreamy state.
After the evening meal outside on the hotel terrace I strolled back to my room, went out on my balcony and gazed at the setting sun. A woman came out on the balcony next door. By leaning on our railings we could see each other and we both remarked on how lovely the view was. We chatted for about five minutes and exchanged first names before she retreated inside her room.
I felt almost sleepy in the warm air so I spread a towel over my lounger and angled it to almost lie flat. While I dozed I thought about the woman next door. Her smile and eyes had been captivating. She referred to her husband once and I guessed she was at least ten years older than me.
As I closed my eyes I started thinking if only she were more my age and single. With that scenario, I could get to know her better and try to date her, although I was inexperienced and slightly shy about that sort of thing. My mind took over my body as I imagined the woman on the other side of the wall getting into a shower to get ready for bed.
The night sky darkened and I felt alone. Soon I had an erection but before I played with myself I got up to quietly check that nobody was on the balcony next door. I peeked at their balcony by leaning over the railing. Their blinds were drawn. Feeling safe I stepped out of my trousers and got back onto my lounger which left me wearing an unbuttoned shirt, pants and white tennis socks. For a young guy, I was in good shape because I was physically fit from playing sports.
The more I thought about watching the good-looking woman in her shower with me holding her towel, the larger I became inside my pants and I was soon playing with myself. I wanted it slow, so I massaged my balls before I chucked my pants away to give me more freedom with both hands. My imagination continued with the shower scene as she washed herself. She asked me to stay but to strip naked and I thought about how my erection pleased her. Ten minutes later I was in a world of my own and my senses were so concentrated on myself that I didn't notice the very slight smell of perfume in the air.
The seductive smell went and a minute later came back and seemed to add to the situation in my head of me naked in front of this woman. I still stroked myself and spread my legs more as my feelings began to take over my body. It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that a movement caught my eye, a shadow which I didn't pay attention to as a cloud came over the moon. I still believed nobody was watching me so I continued to masturbate.
I felt myself give way to the tightening of my stomach muscles and put my head back. It was then that the cloud moved away and a clear outline of a shadow was cast across the opposite wall of my balcony. By slowing my wanking I pretended to have my eyes shut so I could work out if it was a person from the balcony next door.
A faint whiff of perfume again laced the air for a moment before evaporating. Now I was certain I was being spied upon. One person. That woman. But instead of stopping the pleasuring of myself, I found my cock stiffen even more. I pulled away my shirt to show my stomach muscles to be seen. I pretended I didn't know of my secret voyeur and the more I revealed of my cock the more excited I became. Nobody had witnessed me do anything like this before.
I covered my stiff with both hands, one to massage my balls and the other to squeeze my length. I was pleased that the woman would see that the palm of my hand couldn't cover the whole erection and my cock head was open to the air. This continued as I pushed my legs wider. I flexed my stomach, raised my hips a little and moaned softly as I began to masturbate in a regular rhythm.
My half-closed eyes focused on the wall with the woman's shadow, her head and shoulders at an angle, as if leaning over her balcony rail. I had never acted like an exhibitionist before but found the experience strangely erotic. I was past caring about the on-looker next door. As I speeded up my hand movements I wanted to show her more of my cock by letting go of it a few times or holding my cock upright by holding it at the base. The pre-orgasm started to overwhelm me as I squelched the juice. I lost some of my control, my breathing, my hip movements, and the speed of my rhythm which culminated in my sudden release.
The orgasm was long and powerful. Sperm gushed from my cock and the after-effects continued for another 30 seconds before I released the tension in my body and flopped exhausted on the lounger. I let my heartbeat subside and then realised the wall shadow had disappeared.
The next day I couldn't believe what had happened. I had let myself be seen by an unknown person, deliberately exposing my body and playing with my private parts. And, unbelievably, allowing my cock to grow to full arousal. I felt deeply embarrassed and I saw my face in the bathroom mirror in a flushed state. "Am I really an exhibitionist?" I murmured to myself, "Absolutely not and I will never do this again."
At breakfast in the hotel, I avoided all eye contact with the other guests. The truth was I could not even describe the woman. My initial conversation as we leaned on our respective balcony rails had been no more than five minutes and I had glanced at her face only a couple of times. This compounded my feeling of stupidity.
I spent the rest of the day keeping away from the other guests. I sat and read on a sun lounger further back from the pool and later I walked along the beach. I had kept my eyes open but I confess I could not clearly remember her face. The next day I looked more closely at groups of young people or some young girls on their own, people that I would normally mix with. That occupied me for the rest of that day.
The following day I strolled to the pool and walked round the edge towards a free lounger on the other side. "John," somebody called and I stopped to see who it was.
The woman wore dark glasses and a hat. I said, "Hi, how do you know my name?"
"I've been waiting for you." She smiled,
"Are you the lady next door? Next to my room?" I felt my face go pink. "On the 6th floor?"
"Yes. I'm Amelia, remember? And this is my husband, Bob." He acknowledged me with a nod and a hand wave.
I took a deep breath. "I better move on."
"My dear boy," she laughed, "You can't do that. We've been keeping this lounger for you here next to me for the past two days. Where have you been hiding?" She got off her lounger and took my hand.
Excuses seemed to disappear out of my head. The mixture of her blue eyes and the same perfume as before meant I couldn't think straight. Her hand held mine but I could feel her thumb lightly massage the back of my hand. "Don't be nervous, John, I want you to tell me all about yourself. And how old are you?" She took my towel and spread it on the lounger before she sat on the side of her lounger next to where I would sit. I told her I was twenty.
I had noticed her bikini which accentuated her curves and thighs. She was slim with strong legs and looked beautiful. I felt my cock stir so I had to sit down. Our knees were almost touching, sitting opposite, both leaning on our elbows supported by our knees. The conversation became relaxed and my nervousness disappeared. After 20 minutes she whispered, "Have you forgotten my name?"
I stared into her eyes and my cock hardened because the way she had asked the question was full of sex and desire, somehow laced with confidentiality and knowing how I felt. I blushed. "Yes."
"Amelia." She paused, "Go on, John, I want to hear how you say my name."
After clearing my throat, I murmured, "Amelia." I twisted my mouth and waited. My throat had gone dry as I fell into a sort of spell in front of this woman.
"You have a way of speaking," she said, "which is captivating. You are a lovely person." She smiled and stretched her body out flat.
Nobody had spoken to me that way before. I was transfixed by Amelia. I lay on my side facing her because I couldn't on my back due to my erection. She looked at me as if knowing my predicament.
She said, "Bob is going to get me a beer. Would you like one? You could go to the bar with him if you prefer?"
Bob suggested that I stay where I was which was a relief.
We drank and chatted for the rest of the day. Bob joined in sometimes but I had the impression that Amelia was the organiser and got things done while Bob was happy to let her do it. I noticed how coy Amelia was when she came out of the swimming pool. She reached for her towel quickly but had no problem with me looking at her when she stood in front of me. It was obvious that her damp costume revealed her hard nipples.
At one point when I had swum and came to get my towel, Amelia sat on my towel and insisted I be photographed while I stood still. She took her time with much laughter but I felt my wet trunks had stuck to my cock. I didn't look down but I knew I had grown a little bit and unless I thought of something else my erection would get out of control. Luckily, I did manage to stop any further embarrassment.
Shortly afterwards, Amelia said, "Bob and I have agreed to take you out for dinner tonight. I will arrange everything, the taxi, the whole evening. It will be such fun."
Of course, I agreed.
We ate in a candle-lit corner of a lovely bistro, the three of us. The wine flowed, Bob got a little drunk and there was a lot of laughter. Then, after about two hours, Amelia lowered her voice and said to me, "I want to kiss you."
I froze and raised my eyebrows. I was so shocked that I couldn't think of what my response should be. "Won't Bob object?" is what I said but I didn't sound confident.
"No, he doesn't mind." She squeezed her husband's hand.
"But you're both more than ten years older than me." I had never experienced anything like this, although there was some excitement in the pit of my stomach. "I haven't kissed anyone older than me."
As if she hadn't heard, Amelia leaned over, held my wrist and kissed me. I felt her hand move to the side of my face as she stroked her tongue along my front teeth. She whispered, "Will you kiss me back, John?"
I wondered if anyone else in the bistro might be watching and what other people might be thinking. Did I care? I kissed her and our tongues touched. It felt odd that Bob watched us. The background bistro French music seemed to hide my actions and helped me overcome my shyness. She sat back.
"Can I be honest with you, John?" She took a sip of wine and held my hand. "If I said to you I want to take you back to our room tonight, would you be offended?"
It took me a few seconds to process her message. "Oh," I paused and lowered my voice, "I'm not experienced. I haven't done anything like that before." I blushed. I stammered, "Why?"
She put a finger to my lips. "Are you a virgin? If you are there is no shame in that."
My heart rate had gone up. "Well, I am not exactly a virgin. I have ... you know ... done things as far as possible." I was sure that the background music and other people talking would drown out our chat.
"My darling boy, I want to be the first woman you fuck." There was just enough tone in her voice to make sure that nobody else could hear. At the same time, the way Amelia said the word 'fuck' was so sexy, a slow lisp of her tongue, her mouth showing the gap between her two front teeth caused me to miss a heartbeat.
My voice croaked, "Bob won't let me do that, will he?"
