I leaned back in my chair, taking in the view from the seventh floor. Through the glass barrier, the beach was in full view; the golden sand fading into the bright turquoise ocean which stretched out to the horizon, the extravagant homes in amongst the deep green trees crawling over the mountain on the other side of the bay, the windows of the buildings in town glinting in the sun between pillars of white stone. The top floor of the luxury hotel offered a perfect view of this Mediterranean paradise and, after spending the first morning of my trip grinding out a hard session in the hotel gym, I was certainly getting my money's worth in relaxation by unwinding on the private balcony.
I smiled as I enjoyed the scene, lazily running my fingers through the loose, platinum blonde curls of the beautiful woman whose head was bobbing up and down in my lap. I gave a soft sigh of pleasure as she punctuated her skilful sucking with a swirl of her hot, wet tongue. I looked down, admiring her as I enjoyed her efforts. At 20 and 5'2, Hannah was a sight for sore eyes; big blue eyes, button nose and enticingly full lips (clearly benefiting from fillers), her little tanned frame a perfect hourglass with thick thighs, a tiny waist and deliciously fake tits - DDs, I would guess, with gravity-defying perkiness and lovely, firm, pink nipples. And there, visible over her shoulder in her feline position on all fours, pushed up by her arched back and swaying slowly from side to side, was the ass that had been a constant, spandex-clad distraction this morning in the gym. Perfectly round and juicy, nice and tight but with a pleasant bounce; peeling her yoga pants off her flawless bubble butt had been the highlight of my vacation so far. I gazed at it now, naked and glistening with oil in the afternoon sun, a little glimpse of juicy, pink pussy just barely visible in the reflection of her body in the glass balcony wall. Today was my lucky day.