I first see you from my hotel balcony. My eyes are first drawn to your beautiful face, but before long, they are drawn to your lovely curves. I can’t help but stare as you lie by the pool. Your reading some sort of magazine as you sun yourself. I can tell that you have already put some oil onto yourself, as your skin glistens in the sunlight. You have also been in the pool at sometime; your hair is still wet. While I long to go downstairs and speak with you, the usual fear of rejection keeps my on that balcony. I decide to wait and watch.
I go get my binoculars. I don’t want to seem like a pervert, but I want to see you. I am drawn to you. I decide to stay in the room, off to the side so I can observe without being seen. When I finally find you in focus, I am even more pleased then before. I can see that you are even more attractive then the distance would allow my naked eyes to see. Your eyes are very beautiful and I am drawn to them. While it is a beautiful sunny day, the sun has retired behind you and is not in those precious eyes. My male instincts take over and I slowly move the sights down your body. I am very, very pleased by what I see. You are exquisite. Your curves prove that you are a woman and your femininity spills forth. Your anklet, the ring on your thumb, and the lip-gloss on your lips, show me that you are proud to be a woman. That appeals to me.
I wait patiently for what I look for next. A smile comes to my face as I see your left hand. A smile comes to my face as I see that you are not wearing a wedding ring. I continue to watch and observe and I don’t see a man coming for you. I smile again.
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You notice the man on the balcony and you see that he is looking in your direction. He is not a male model or anything but, he is attractive. You catch him watching you but you do not mind. He is not leering at you; he is looking at you, admiring you. You do not feel threatened but rather, it flatters you. You read your magazine, but your thoughts are on the man above.
It has been some time since you were with a man and you long for it. You crave the warmth, tenderness, and companionship that a man can provide. If you fell in love that would be all the better, but lately it has been lust that has taken over your thoughts. You still masturbate on occasion but you have been craving the full sexual experience lately. Your fingers can give you an orgasm, but they can’t slowly massage your back as you lay in bed. Your dildo works also but a dildo cant wrap its arms around you and make you warm. A man is what you need to fill all your desires.
You’re no slut though. You have your principles. You have never even had a one-night stand before, but lately you have been craving to be touched, and held. Well who knows? Love is around every corner your grandmothers used to say. Maybe you will meet someone on this vacation. Even though your good friend backed out, you decided to go anyway, alone, against the wishes of your family. You hoped that maybe, just maybe you would find him here.
You again look up to the balcony. Your heart sinks just a little, as you cannot find the mystery man any longer. Oh well, you think to yourself, he is probably married. You return to your article, “10 things you didn’t know about sex!” Stupid article… you already knew all 10.
You hear a splash in the pool and you peek over your magazine. Oh my god, its him. The mystery man. You struggle to see what he looks like up close, but he is in the water and is on the other side of the pool. As he swims closer, you are pleased by what you see. He is handsome, and more importantly, attractive to you.
You quickly go back to your article as he swims closer. You are nervous but you don’t know why. The butterflies in your stomach are a welcome friend that you have not felt in quite some time. You love that feeling. The feeling of love as it first blossoms, but lately no one has made you feel that way. Until now…
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I get out of the pool right in front of you. I am somewhat nervous, but I don’t care. I have to know who this exquisite beauty is. I cannot see your face just yet, but what I can see of your body pleases me.
Neither of us have that perfect body but so what? It is all about attraction, and I like what I see. I want to see more, and I hope that I will.
“Is this seat taken?” I asked as I slowly approach you.
“No.” You say shyly.
“May I sit down?”
“Please do.”
I sit down and for the first time, really get to see your face. You are so beautiful. I cannot take my eyes off of you. Your eyes engulf me and draw me to them, and your succulent lips make mine crave to be next to them. I take a deep breath and attempt to speak.
“I was noticing you from my room and I had to come down and meet you. I think you are very, very