VENTANA MEANS WINDOW
Robin sipped her drink on the patio, and looked out over the steep hills descending to the Pacific Ocean. Big Sur really is magic, she thought. It was the Golden Hour at Ventana. The sun was sinking in the ocean, the lavender blooms were waving in the field, and her husband was dozing behind her in the deep covers of their hotel bed, after making love to her twice since they had checked in that afternoon. She was in a luxurious Ventana terry cloth robe, with nothing underneath, enjoying the sunset, the chilled vodka, and the relaxed sensuous glow that descends after good sex. The warm robe on her nude skin was just right for being outdoors on their patio. She unbelted the robe and stood with it open, contemplating the meadow and infinite ocean, with her bare feet on the tiles and her nipples still erect. She loved how her husband had poured his desire into her, thrilling to her new lingerie and eagerly peeling it off her. He was resting now, but she was still humming with the sexual energy he started. She smiled thinking of the night to come, a lovely walk to an intimate dinner, a late soak in the sauna, where maybe she would show off and dance for him, or simply soak with some other sexy couples also relaxing after their lovemaking, and then more delicious bed time and sleep. On impulse, she walked out into the meadow and collected some of the lavender stalks for their room. The crisp grass rustled underfoot, and the stalks tickled her bare legs and thighs as she enjoyed the sensations of walking almost naked through the field. She felt so free here, like she could drop the robe completely and stroll nude. She smiled to herself thinking about how her man would take her again soon, and how other guests and lovers here must be enjoying the same appetites and escape. It was almost twilight now, and almost time for dinner. Looking back at the lighted building, she realized she could see into the other rooms perfectly from the dark meadow. A voyeurs delight, and so she scanned the row of adjacent hotel room windows wondering who was home. Most of the windows were dark, but in room next to theirs, a couple was embracing at the foot of their bed. The man was tall, nude and handsome, and the woman was wearing the same Ventana white robe as Robin wore. As she watched , they kissed, and the man unbelted and reached inside the woman’s robe to her breast. Another pair of eager Ventana lovers. Robin was intrigued by the sight, and hesitated, invisible outside the circle of light. She felt embarrassed, but aroused. She started to move back to her room, and then looked again. As she watched, the woman sunk to her knees slowly, looking dramatically up at her man. The man caressed her hair, and placed his hand on the back of her head. She was close enough to see the look of wicked pleasure on his face, and see it change to almost comical eye-popping excitement as his erection slid into the woman’s eager mouth. His knees buckled once and Robin giggled to herself. Men looked so funny while they are getting head. A thrill of the forbidden ran thru her, and she glanced quickly around. No one anywhere, but the dark sky and Pacific Ocean behind her, and the lovers, unaware of her and framed by the light of their glass door. Her hand slid down into her robe and stroked her own warm bush. She let herself watch, drank in their image, smiled at the universal pleasure of sex and at her own memories of being on her knees like that, making a guy’s eyes pop out. She had worked on her own oral skills, and now enjoyed it much more than when she was a young bride. She watched with some appreciation as the woman confidently accelerated and then slowed the pace of the cock sliding into her mouth , and wrapped one hand firmly around his shaft to stroke it. Robin smiled and nodded approvingly to herself as her finger slid between her legs faster and faster. That’s it, that’s it, she thought, now bring that other hand up and cup his balls. Tickle his sweet asshole with your finger like they all love, and speed him up for your sweet reward.
Smiling and now truly aroused, she stepped back towards her room. On the threshold of her patio, she paused at the edge of the glare of her porch light and looked down to find footing for her bare feet. As she moved into the patio light, she glanced into the room next door once more, much closer now. She was stunned to come eye to eye with her tall handsome neighbor, who had spotted her and was smiling straight at her shyly while continuing to rock back and forth into the eager mouth of his woman. Robin was stunned for a moment, almost bolted, but then stood still and looked straight back. She met his eyes, took in his muscles and torso, and the wild surprised, happy look on his face. In that instant her gaze admitted, yes, I was watching you and I liked it. He nodded almost imperceptibly, his eyes saying silently, I like you watching us, his hips still moving and he gazed down dreamily at his woman, to focus on her and show his pleasure, then looked back up to be sure Robin saw. She liked how he expressed tenderness and fierceness at the same time, and she felt a kinship with the kneeling woman, working eagerly to make her man come. She wanted to share a drink and bawdy laughter with the woman, discuss men’s cocks and their pleasures. She wanted to kiss her and slip her tongue into in her warm wet mouth. For a wild moment, Robin considered walking in thru the sliding door and kneeling down and joining her. She looked straight at the lovely erection where it was sliding into the woman’s mouth, making sure he saw her gaze, and then looked up at him and licked her lips for him. She knew it was a shameless offer, playacting, a tease that she would do the same for him, that her mouth was ready for him next. Amazed at herself, she opened her robe. She stood there for just that moment, her heart galloping, smiling back at him and surrendering to his eyes, allowing him to see her with her robe open, her proud breasts out and the triangle of her sweet bush bare. His eyes devoured her and the pace of his hips increased. She had a glance of the woman’s face, lovely in it’s focused work, her hair cascading and her lips wrapped around his shaft. The sense of danger and sexual thrill mounted. She grinned foolishly, mouthed the words “Thank You” to him and ducked into her balcony. She heard a suppressed roar come from the man next door as she disappeared, and imagined an answering slurpy moan from the woman. The sound of them finishing made her even wetter. She felt embarrassed but thrilled for being caught looking and for seeing how he had loved what his woman was doing, and how he loved her watching him. She wanted to go back and taste him, kiss the woman’s wet mouth to taste him twice, give them both her nude body to enjoy and have orgasms wash over her in their bed. Her mind raced ahead. They were here for two more days of lovemaking. She knew she would see the couple again, and knew the man would want to meet her. She hoped that he would make her pay for her bold offer. And she knew that her husband, eager to stoke her fantasies, would encourage and love whatever it was she did, with him or not…..as long as she told him about it in exquisite detail in bed. Or she could enjoy it in secret and have it for her own. The feeling of power and desire was intoxicating. She thought again of how the mans eyes had looked at her as his pleasure was peaking, and of the sweet breasts and slim, strong curves of the woman’s back as she knelt. She had never felt so ready for a sexual adventure. She was going to meet the neighbors this weekend. But now she was safe in her room. She wanted to repay them for the thrill, put on her own show, and match their energy. Time to wake her husband up and give him a treat. She left the patio door wide open to the warm starry night, the curtain partially drawn but not closed, and went to the bed. Her hand reached under the covers for her husband, and he stirred. “Wake up honey”, she said with a voice thick with urgency, “The moon is out and I want you to do me on the patio. “
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