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Annabelle's Diary: Lunchtime in South America

At lunchtime when I went back to my hotel room, the sun was streaming in the windows 
and the room was cozy and warm.  I thought I'd lie down for a few minutes to have a 
little siesta but it was so warm I stripped off my clothes to nap in my underwear.  Before 
I lay down, the sun felt so good that I moved closer to the window to feel the direct 
warmth on my skin.  It was wonderful  heat baking my muscles and making me even 
drowsier.  I stood in front of the windows, stretching and moving, feeling suddenly 
sensual and sexy.

Purposely moving slowly and provocatively, almost like dancing, I reached behind and 
unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor.  My breasts felt full and heavy, and as I 
touched them, the nipples began to get hard.  I made soft little circles with my fingertips 
around each nipple, teasing and tickling, making them harder.  Then, with my 
forefingers and thumbs, I pinched each one, twisting, rubbing, hurting a little, 
remembering the feel of my lover's teeth biting and sucking at my breasts.  

My clit began to tingle and ache and I could feel myself getting moist between my 
breasts, between my legs.  Keeping one hand on my breast, I reached down with the 
other into my panties, letting my fingertips brush over my clit.  Then, using both hands, I 
stripped off the panties and stood naked in front of the windows, letting the sun beat on 
my body.  The windows were floor-to-ceiling and I loved closer, leaning against the 
glass  thighs, public bone, breasts, arms outspread  with my head thrown back and 
the sun hot on my throat.

I stayed that way for a moment, letting the sun beat on my body and feeling my heart 
beating.  Then, placing my hands at shoulder height, I pushed back from the glass 
enough to rest my forehead on the glass.  With one hand, I felt down my body  across 
my breasts, my abdomen, my pubic mound  enjoying the warmth my skin had soaked 
up from the sun.  Then, slowly, I began to let my fingers explore between my legs, 
caressing each fold of my labia, sliding between them and feeling the moisture 
beginning to seep out of my cunt.  Making show circles around my clit, I brought my 
other hand to my breast, squeezing and teasing the nipple.  The tingling, warm 
sensations ran from nipple to clit, from clit to nipple  each increasing the heat of the 
other.  I began to breathe faster and the strokes on my clit got faster and harder.  
Panting now, feeling my legs begin to shake, I rubbed faster and faster, letting the 
tingling build into pulsing waves, stronger and stronger.  I thought I could hardly stand it 
when the waves crashed in a throbbing climax that made my body buck and shudder as 
a groan escaped from my throat.  Gasping, I leaned against the windows  my cheek, 
breasts, abdomen and thighs moist against the glass.  I rested there for a moment, 
enjoying the sensations on my skin and the throbbing between my legs.

I let out a deep sigh and slowly began to push back from the window.  As I did, a motion 
caught my eye.  Across the courtyard, standing in the window opposite mine, a man 
was watching me.  I gasped, realizing he'd been watching my orgasm, but I didn't move 
away from the window.  I could see that he was breathing hard and our eyes met.  He 
didn't smile, but looked at me with hunger in his face.  He reached down to his crotch 
and felt himself.  I could see the bulge of his erection in his pants.  I smiled and reached 
my hand down to squeeze my pubic mound.  He seemed to groan and now unbuckled 
his pants, letting them fall to the floor.  He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his 
pants, stripping his socks off as well.  I rubbed my other hand across my breasts and 
pressed my nipples against the glass in response.  He unbuttoned his shirt, discarding it 
quickly behind him and then moved closer to the glass, pressing his chest against the 
windows, almost as though he was pressing himself to my breasts.  I could clearly see 
the bulge of his penis in his underpants.  

I brought my fingers to my lips and slipped my forefinger into my mouth, sucking it and 
drawing it out of my mouth slowly, through puckered lips that sucked my finger as I 
would have sucked his cock.  He seemed to groan again, and took off his shorts, kicking 
them aside, freeing his cock.  I could see that he was fully erect, long and hard.  He put 
one hand against the glass, leaning in slightly.  With his other hand, he stroked his cock, 
never taking his eyes off me.  I moved my wet finger to my clit, making slow circles 
again.  Then, using both hands, I spread my labia to show him how moist and pink my 
cunt was.  He stroked faster, focused on my cunt, imagining his cock plunging in and 
pumping in and out, slick with my juices.  Again, one hand went to my mouth and I 
sucked and licked two of my fingers.  I drew my fingers out of my mouth and moved 
them slowly down to my cunt.  He watched, stroking faster, panting in anticipation of 
what I would do next.  I put one foot on a chair that was close to the window and parted 
my labia with one hand, inserting my two wet fingers slowly into my cunt as he watched.  
He threw his head back, clearly groaning and then watched again as I plunged my 
fingers in again and again.  I began to writhe as I stroked myself, and watching his 
excitement grow, I felt almost as though I was fucking him, controlling my movements 
and bringing him to orgasm.  He closed his eyes, coming closer and closer, stroking 
faster and faster, and then arching back, he climaxed, semen pulsing from his cock and 
spraying onto the window.  When he stopped shuddering, he leaned, panting, against 
the window, his chest leaving moisture on the window, his head bowed, energy spent.

After a few moments, he collected himself, raised his head, and pushed back slightly 
from the window.  As he straightened up and saw his semen and sweat all over the 
glass, he smiled a little sheepishly and looked at me.  As our eyes met, I smiled and 
nodded my approval.  He grinned, a little sheepishly and then threw back his head and 
raised his arms as if cheering.  I laughed and drew his curtains across the window, 
smiling to myself and enjoying our joint, but separate performances.
