Binoculars on the beach

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Robert walked along the flat beach, his bare feet splashing in the shallow warm water, his carry-on bag over his shoulder with its normal load – his camera, sandals, binoculars, book, sun block and room key. His job was to stay out of the hotel room for an hour and a half while his wife practiced her yoga. It was another tropical day in Mazatlan. Robert found a rock near the water’s edge and took a seat, training his binoculars on a couple of trimarans that went by under power. No bikini clad women on board. Two male jet skiers were racing each other while a pudgy woman floated overhead under her parasail. Not much to see out there. He turned and looked inland. He was sitting opposite one of those high-rise hotels; it must have had twenty floors. He counted them. Twenty two! He scanned the balconies for signs of life. Not much. He had almost given up when he spotted a flash of yellow. It was a brunette in a yellow blouse. She was standing on her balcony, waving. Robert quickly lowered his glasses and looked around to see who she was waving at. There were plenty of people on the beach, children of all sizes, vendors selling jewelry and hats, but there was a preponderance of slow moving, older people, most of whom were vastly overweight. No one seemed to be waving back at the woman. He looked back up at the balcony. She began waving again, and it seemed as if she were looking directly at him. This time he could see her miming the action almanbahis of putting binoculars up to her eyes. Robert got the message. “OMG,” he muttered to himself, “she wants me to look at her through the binoculars. OK,” he thought, “if she invites me, it’s not prying.” So he raised his glasses again and this time she began to sway back and forth as if there were music playing. With exaggerated movements she showed him clearly that she was unbuttoning her blouse from the top down. There were several small buttons, but she didn’t waste much time and soon the whole front of her garment was open to her navel. Robert looked around quickly at the people on the beach. No one had seen this striptease except for himself. He turned back and found that she had now draped her blouse across the railing and her tits were openly displayed. Even from this distance he could see what an awesome pair she had. They stood out rigidly from her body, two torpedo shaped beauties and she stroked them provocatively. “OMG” he told himself, “she going to get herself arrested… and I am aiding and abetting her.” He turned away and stared out to sea, his heart thumping in his chest. He forced himself not to look back for a good couple of minutes. “Hello sailor!” It was the woman in the yellow blouse, her voice low and seductive. Robert stood up fast and turned towards her. “Did you like the show?” she asked with a grin. Richard’s voice cracked as he responded. almanbahis yeni giriş “Ah, yes, most delightful…. so… revealing.” He was struggling to find words, but she seemed to have no problem in that area. “Would you like an encore?” she purred, and before he could think of any response, she took his hand and slid it under her blouse and held it tightly over her left tit. It felt as good as he had imagined it would, firm but soft at the same time. “How do you do? I’m Sheila. You’re….?” “Robert,” he replied politely. “You can probably tell I’m really horny,” she confided. “My husband’s away and I haven’t had any for weeks.” “Ah, very interesting,” gulped Robert, “but my wife is back there in the hotel expecting me any minute.” “You don’t look like you’re in a hurry,” she commented, “and I can tell that you are not uninterested.” She moved a little closer to him and cupped his balls with her other hand. “Maybe just time for a quick one?” He looked nervously over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. “No, I – ah – don’t think that’s possible,” he stammered in short breaths, but his cock had a totally different thought and she felt the message clearly. “I think we’d make a very good pair,” she went on. “I am obviously an exhibitionist and you are obviously a voyeur.” “Y-yes, that’s probably true,” he admitted. She lowered her voice and leaned close to his ear. “I’ll suck you while you watch.” Sucking was good. almanbahis giriş Watching perhaps even better. The thought jolted his cock and she got her answer. “I swallow,” she went on, and she knew that his resistance was rapidly breaking down. Pressing her advantage she added, “You can take pictures if you like. I’m sure you’ve got a camera in that bag.” Robert’s cock lurched again. Knowing she was close to convincing him, she whispered, “I’ll let you fuck me.” His cock stiffened again.” She delivered her coup de grace: “In the ass!” That was too much for him. “And take pictures?” he croaked. “As many as you want!” He practically came in his pants as she squeezed his package and he silently nodded his acceptance of her offer. She turned away smartly and called over her shoulder, “Give me a minute’s start. By the way, it’s five hundred,” and she was gone, striding across the beach towards the hotel. Five hundred? What was that? Five hundred what? Pesos? Was she a cheap hooker? Dollars? Was she a high priced hooker? Five hundred? Maybe that was her room number. He tried to remember which balcony she had been on. They all looked the same. It could have been on about the fifth floor. She was out of sight already so he set off after her. Feigning confidence, he walked past the hotel pool and into the lobby, doing his best to hold his carry-on bag strategically in front of him. The elevators were off to one side and he entered with several other guests and pressed 5. “Lovely day, isn’t it!” one older lady remarked knowingly as she stared at his attempts to hide the bulge in his pants. “A little hot for me,” Robert confessed as he exited and looked around for room 500.

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