Holiday Watcher Becomes Watchee

After a five hour flight you are glad to land. The flight has been fine, but the relief of landing is always huge.

A taxi collects you and your family from the airport, A huge gloss black, luxury minibus/people carrier-type vehicle which could probably carry 12 people is waiting, the four of you fitting easily into its plush air-conditioned interior. You speed along foreign motorways, gazing out of the tinted windows, relaxing a little from the flight and the early start and enjoy the sights on your way to your accommodation.

Your wife has arranged the holiday and chosen the destination. You'd heard of it, but not for the reasons your wife had chosen it for...

The island was famous for its miles of beaches, but also for its sand dunes -- the undulating sand hills beyond the beach.

These were the dunes that created the pockets of privacy where couples would take the opportunity to sun bathe nude.

You'd heard that some would take this a step further and indulge in rather saucier activities; more discrete mutual masturbation or even full-blown sex!

More extreme, wives, with the permission and encouragement of their husbands, would encourage the naked, masturbating men that roamed these dunes to approach them.

Sometimes they'd allow select males to touch them, enjoying the thrill of the strangers's tanned-skinned hands wander hungrily over the their breasts and nipples.

Some men would be allowed to touch elsewhere, through bikini bottoms, dipping inside, inserting fingers into shaved, soaking pussies as they or the woman wanked their hard cocks. Under instruction they'd cum for the woman... on her breasts, her stomach and sometimes inside her -- the lucky ones; those cute enough or with cocks larger or thicker than the husband's, being allowed to fuck her in broad daylight. All of this in front of an audience of other men, queuing for their chance with the woman!

Often enjoying many men and many loads and presumably many orgasms in one session, the woman would be left drenched in cum and satisfied... and all under the lustful eye of the proud and presumably horny husband!

You'd never personally experienced any of this but had seen enough amateur videos on porn sites to know what went on.

Reluctantly you come back to your family scenario, continuing to stare out of the window, the usually unseen industrial estates outside of the airport turning into coast-line roads with views of sea, glorious sandy beaches and tanned bodies.

Watching the waves crash onto an empty stretch of beach your eye is drawn to a a solitary figure. A woman, in a bikini on all fours on the sand near the path. She has no bag, no towel or the usual beach paraphernalia. Her wrists are together and in that split second you can see what looks like some kind of binding, keeping them together. Her legs are parted and she remains perfectly still...

You've heard of couples, of women, who enjoy the thrill of exposure to strangers and heard of the term 'free use' -- those that liked to leave the consenting woman open and vulnerable in a public place, visible to any passer-by... for use by any passer-by -- the thrill of being discovered and fucked by an unknown, possibly being made to cum by a stranger and then left as the stranger walks on... the woman filled with a stranger's cum.

Obviously more of a fantasy than a reality, but an arousing thought nonetheless..

You wonder... was she waiting for this? Was her husband or partner located discretely out of sight watching the scene unfold? The island was infamous for risqué behaviour on its beaches.

You sigh. A fantasy indeed. You decide to leave the thought as you imagined and snap back to the real world.

--

Your taxi arrives at the villa which is located just outside the local town. An easy walk in to some bars and restaurants and the essential supermarket, the villa is situated in a quiet road. It has its own pool and a wonderful outside space that wraps around two sides of the building containing a lush garden. It is at a T-junction of a road and directly across from it is the gym annexe of a small, premium-looking boutique hotel.

You can see people make their way out of the hotel, through a passageway and into the gym. They'd work out and then exit and wander off. To the left of this building is the hotel itself -- 2 stories high -- lots of steel and glass -- all very contemporary.

The villa faces the rear of the main hotel building, with its rows of individual apartment balconies. You see people appear momentarily from behind sliding doors to hang up their towels after a morning shower or to collect their now dry, rinsed out swim things, having arrived arrive back from the beach the afternoon before.

You'd always enjoyed watching, observing, especially whilst on holiday. People relaxed, became more playful and attitudes to clothing and behaviour were more casual. Being away in another country and effectively anonymous offered a multitude of sexy possibilities and hotel balconies were one of your favourites for potential viewing of such activity.

Whether it was the couples deliberately shagging outside, the woman bent forwards, hands resting on the hand rail, boobs swinging, nipples hardening as they brush the cold railing while the male enters her from behind, her legs spread -- deliberately wanting to be seen, to be caught.

Or the male sitting back in his balcony chair as his girlfriend kneels between his thighs, sucking him off as he gazes outwards with a grin.

Or just the simplicity of witnessing a candid towel slip from the body of a woman as she emerges fresh from the shower, it was all very saucy.

--

The hotel had two roof terraces, framed with large glass panels. People would go up there early in the morning, stake their claim of the most premium sun spots and sit around what was presumably a central pool. They'd generally be facing inwards and take no notice of the street that surrounded them. They'd be there all day, enjoying the exclusivity of their own private area with drinks and snacks available. At around 6 p. m. they'd pack up and the roof area would be empty except for the pool boys who would tidy up, hosing down the furniture and making it ready for the next day.

Your villa, being effectively a bungalow, has an area on its flat roof which is tiled and has a waist-high wall around it. Not huge in size, about 3 x 5m -- the owners called it a 'sun deck'. There was a sun bed up there and a parasol and was deliciously cool because of the breeze that the area is known for.

Not being hugely keen on sitting still in the traditional sunbathing style, and becoming bored easily you venture up there one day -- a great spot to watch from.

You'd walk around, leaning on one side of the wall looking out at passers-by, ears plugged in to an audiobook, before moving around every 15 minutes or so to face in a different direction, catching the sun from different angles, getting an all-over tan.

The rest of your family would be downstairs around the pool...

The sun has always made you horny. A mixture of that, of being on holiday, plus the erotic audio on your player (excerpts of 'overheard sex'; recordings of people in hotels -- you'd always enjoyed hearing others fucking when you'd stayed away) all created a shocking level of horniness.

You spend the next few days wandering around your own private space, often semi-erect, your cock hanging heavily inside your silky shorts, just aching to be played with.

Sometimes you risk a furtive touch inside your shorts, sometimes wrapping a hand around for a few more deliberate strokes, but never anything more.

--

During these days it dawns on you, that from the road below only the top-half of your body was ever visible.

So, to add to the horny frenzy that you have been creating for yourself; the climate, the audiobook, you decide to slip off your shorts, leaving you completely naked. From the road below, you look like any shirtless holidaymaker just casually looking out, but from your viewpoint you are totally exposed. The sense of risk and freedom being totally thrilling, your cock becoming so much more than a gentle 'semi'.

One morning you are doing an early morning circuit of 'your' terrace -- shorts on. The heat of the sun not yet at full strength, the breeze almost refreshing. Not having put any sun cream on, it is lovely to just stand there feeling clean and enjoy sipping at your coffee.

You watch the bin men make their noisy collections, the shuffling, leathery-skinned old woman with her bag going off to the shops, the hotel receiving its early morning deliveries.

From a villa on the other corner from you, you notice a slim, pale woman from a young family of three, who'd arrived yesterday.

Emerging from a door wrapped in a towel, she drops it, revealing just navy bikini bottoms, onto the edge of their pool and slides into the blue, clear water. Clearly enjoying some time on her own without her child, she swims for quite a while, her rhythm effortless and sensual, her pale arms and legs gliding through the water. She turns over on to her back, her small breasts and dark, hard nipples, emerging, revealed alternately through the water with each stroke.

Not noticing you, she eventually climbs out, her stomach flat, her breasts firm, nipples hard from the temperature of the cool water and stands there drying her dripping body off before going indoors.

Delicious.

--

One day the family has decided to go into town leaving you alone. What an opportunity!

The slight fear of someone coming up onto the sun deck and catching you was always there, but with them out of the way for a few hours, this was something to take advantage of.

So, taking up your position on the terrace, you sit down on the sun bed and remove your shorts.

It's about a week in to the holiday and your tan is coming along nicely, connecting the year-round garden-tanned bits with those that don't often see the light of day.

You sit on the edge of the sun bed, completely naked. Deliberately naked. Not a gym-body, but slim and in reasonable shape.

With a glug of suntan lotion in the palm of your hand, legs spread wide so as to reach your feet and ankles, you apply the lotion liberally to your legs, running up the insides of your thighs. You pay particular attention to the sensitive skin of your cock and balls. Having always kept your hair trim, you'd purposefully shaved for the holiday -- your skin feeling baby soft and smooth.

What started as a very functional application has now changed into something much more arousing; the act of moisturising your most intimate part, the heat, the breeze, the slight danger -- all feeling wonderful and causing you to swell and stiffen massively.

You stand, cock erect and proud, continuing to rub the lotion onto your shoulders, your chest, your stomach and finally back along the length of your cock. The slippery sensation of the lotion and the effect of your practised hand stroking around your lower stomach and stiff cock, all in open air has made you very horny.

Happy that you are suitably protected, you sit back, put your sunglasses on and just enjoy the feeling of heat... everywhere. You relish the curious sensation of having parts of you exposed to the air and sun that usually no-one sees. Your cock, having had such intimate attention and now out on display in the open is impressively large, upright and very evident.

You begin to flick through the magazine you'd bought at the airport, it rests semi-covering your cock in quite a natural position.

An article or so later, probably about 10 minutes, you look up over the wall, changing your focus away from the small print and across the street to the hotel's roof terrace.

You notice a woman -- blonde, and in her 40s, wearing sunglasses. Usually most people are only full clothed when they arrive or leave, taking the opportunity to remain cool and sexy whilst en resort, but this woman was wearing a blue and white sundress.

You watch her as she walks around the perimeter, really close to the glass wall panelled edge, looking outwards and taking photos of the view -- presumably either having just arrived or about to go home and wanting to take some pics as a record.

Now, the hotel terrace, being one floor taller than your villa, meant that anyone up there would be looking down and would have a perfect view of your roof terrace.

You've obviously realised this before and wonder whether in the reality of the situation you should cover up -- a sense of 'correctness' and embarrassment kicking in. But you reason with yourself that you ARE only sunbathing so what's the harm?

(Deep down, the feeling of being naked, hard and potentially being watched is turning you on so much that you really don't want to cover up.)

You watch her as she continues her journey around the rooftop, visiting each corner of the terrace, taking a few minutes in each place, holding her phone up to take photos or videos.

She finally finishes her circuit and arrives at the corner nearest to you, where she stops to take in the view from there...

As you can imagine this is all hugely horny -- here it is, an opportunity for you to show yourself to someone with only a little risk. After all, attitudes to nudity, being on holiday etc. were all reasonable excuses.

So, so as not to be too obvious, but kind of wanting to attract her eye, you get up and shift your sun bed a little. It scrapes loudly on the hot red roof tiles, echoing down the street.

You grimace at the noise. Did you get her attention? Your cock hardens. You're actually doing this! Your erection so very obvious to anyone watching.

You make a scene of repositioning the sun bed, straightening your towel and lay back down, pretending to look down on your phone. You take a sip from your drink.

All quite natural... except that you are completely naked, your cock hard... and someone a few tens of meters away could be watching you!

You continue to play with your phone with your head down, but looking up through your sunglasses you continue to watch her, hoping to see some kind of reaction.

She doesn't turn and run, nor does she beckon to a husband or a friend, she remains in that corner...

Certainly dwelling there longer than at any of the other places you've seen her at in the last 20 minutes, she remains in your direction, takes a few more pictures, before putting her phone away and eventually walking off.

--

To this day you wonder whether somewhere in the world there is a digital photo album containing pictures of a treasured holiday, where, if you look closely at one or two you might have captured a nervously naughty English chap, achingly hard, taking his first, thrilling steps in exhibitionism.

Or perhaps you, the reader ARE the playful woman, who stood on the terrace last summer, who'd totally noticed and deliberately voyeured the tall, hung, UK guy flashing her from his rooftop and had enjoyed every moment!