I awoke from the best sleep I had had in ages. It was the first holiday I had managed for over a year and I was looking forward to a week in the Italian sun, recharging my batteries after spending my days in front of a computer screen.
I had arrived yesterday evening and had only just time to shower and change for dinner, which was classic Italian food. I had bumped into Camila, a single girl, who by chance was in the room next to mine on the third floor of the boutique hotel overlooking the sea.
At dinner our tables were next to each other and we decided to share just one table. It had been a lovely first evening. We had shared a couple of bottles of wine with our food and had chatted for ages about everything.
Camila was a dark haired, dark eyed, attractive girl in her mid-twenties. She was taking a break and traveling around Italy before starting a new job. I could tell she had been in Italy a while because of the tan she had acquired, and there was something about her that drew me in.
The conversation ranged from jobs; I was into business and Camila was a writer, to life, loves and family. It transpired that Camila was still a virgin despite her age, something I found strange as she was a very attractive woman who could have any man or woman she chose.
At the end of dinner, we both walked to the elevator to our rooms and agreed to meet up the next day after lunch and take a trip to the local town.
Running my fingers through my light brown hair, I sat up in my king size bed and looked around. I loved this room. It was cool and white and refreshing. I needed coffee so I called down to reception for room service and ordered coffee and pastries. Despite my love of food, I had managed to stay slim and for some reason, many of my friends were jealous of my figure, including my B-cup breasts that went well with my 5ft 6in frame.
I grabbed my white bathrobe as the knock at the door sounded that breakfast had arrived. I tipped the waiter and placed the tray on the table by the patio doors which led to the balcony overlooking the sea. As I slipped into the chair, I saw Camila walking out onto her balcony, dressed only in a very small red bikini.
Wow, she looks stunning.
I watched her as she moved around, noticing how easily she moved as she prepared to get some early sunbathing in. Sonia laid her towel on the recliner and delved into her bag, producing some sun tan lotion.
She started to slowly spread the lotion on her body, starting with her neck before moving to her shoulders, arms and stomach. I thought how sexy she looked and how much of a tease it was to watch Camila touch herself like that.
As I alternated between gulps of coffee and nibbles of pastry, I just watched Camila as she spread the lotion all over herself. Quickly she moved to her thighs and legs and her stomach again. She glistened in the sun and with her brown hair and red lipstick; I thought she looked a picture.
Quickly, Camila lay down on the recliner, which was partially hidden from my view, and began to just enjoy the sun and warmth covering her body. From where I was sitting I could just about see Camila's face and bikini top when suddenly the brunette sat up and slipped off her bikini top before laying back down.
I couldn't take my eyes off Camila's nipples. They were brown and erect and it wasn't long before Camila started gently rubbing lotion into her breasts. I picked up my coffee and made my way quietly to the window so I could get a better view, looking over Camila's balcony.
There I watched enthralled as Camila continued to caress her body sensuously, obviously enjoying the sensation of the sun lotion on her as her hands moved across her skin.
I started to get a little suspicious about Camila's intentions; her hands began to linger on her breasts and nipples. I felt that familiar sensation in my own sensitive nipples as I watched Camila run a hand up and down her stomach and then down her right thigh. Putting down my coffee, I slipped a hand inside my toweling robe, softly flicking my own hard nipple.
I know my mouth was still open when I saw Camila slip her right hand inside her bikini bottoms and begin to gently rub her center. I could feel the moisture beginning to form in my own as I bit my lip and pinched my nipples in turn.
It didn't take long for my legs to part and my fingers to run up and down my lower lips as I watched Camila's hand moving inside her bikini. I slipped my middle finger into my core. As I rubbed my juices all over my swollen pussy, I saw Camila pull aside her own bikini and slide two fingers into herself.
I responded by circling my own clit as Camila began to finger fuck herself on her balcony. My eyes were glued to Camila's glistening fingers sliding slowly in and out of herself. I couldn't wait and slid my own finger between my sopping lips and curled it so I could touch my g-spot.
I could feel the intensity building inside me, my thumb now circling my hard clit as my finger rubbed my g-spot. Everything was now in harmony; Camila's fingers, my thumb and finger. A few seconds later, I could sense from Camila's movements and the lip biting that she was close.
The thought of her cumming went straight to my pussy. My hips began to shake and I reached for support as I felt my orgasm beginning deep inside me. A few feet away, I saw Camila's hips lift as she threw her head back. At that moment, I cried out as my orgasm swept through me, my legs buckling as it took me completely and left me panting and breathing hard holding on to the table, my thighs wet from my orgasm.
Outside, Camila had rearranged herself and was now lying still as though nothing had happened. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Yes I liked women, but I never had witnessed something so erotic and neither had I ever cum so hard.
I threw myself back on the bed after that satisfying orgasm. Breathing hard, I smiled to myself, wondering if Camila knew I was watching her. As I took a long deep breath, I closed my eyes replaying what I'd just witnessed and I smiled again because I knew I would see her again after lunch...
