Vacation Discovery

Heather and I had been best friends since grade two.

We had been at the same school, though not in the same class, all the way through high school. After that, Heather had majored in engineering, while I had gone through journalism at the same university.

Our only major difference, besides our different physical characteristics, was that she was physical while I was more cerebral. That is, I unwound with a good book, while she needed physical exercise or activity to unwind.

Heather had developed into a five-foot-ten-inch, hundred-and-fifty-pound blonde with a thirty-five-inch C-cup chest, a twenty-four-inch waist, and thirty-five-inch hips.

I, on the other hand, was a five-foot-six-inch, one-hundred-and-thirty-pound brunette with a thirty-seven-inch B-cup chest, a twenty-five-inch waist, and thirty-seven-inch hips.

We enjoyed each other’s company enough to have taken a trip together to Europe to celebrate our graduation. That trip had gone so well that we had subsequently taken two other trips together. One had been to Montreal and the other to Halifax.

This trip to Vancouver, British Columbia, was our fourth together.

We’d decided to visit Vancouver because we’d heard that, in addition to environmental beauty, it had opportunities for both cultural and physical activities. We’d chosen to come in September because it was after the summer rush but still warm enough to be enjoyable. I had also heard from some of my journalist colleagues that this time of year was not as rainy as it was later in the year.

We arrived at Vancouver airport from Toronto just after 3:00 PM Saturday for our ten-day visit.

Trying to be economical, we took a shuttle to our hotel rather than a taxi.

It was a thirty-one story high-rise hotel located in the downtown in an upscale shopping area within walking distance of Stanley Park and beaches. We figured it would be an ideal base from which to operate over our stay.

Approaching the hotel in the shuttle, we had to cover our eyes because of the glare of reflected sunlight.

“Wow,” Heather exclaimed. “That’s bright.”

The driver said with a chuckle, “That’s a reflection from the glass balcony railings on your hotel. They replaced the old iron railings with new glazed glass barriers about six months ago.”

“While you can see through them from the inside, they’re mirrored on the outside. They were supposed to make the rooms both brighter and cooler as well as providing guests with more privacy when they’re sitting on their balcony.”

“Unfortunately, the way the building is placed, the reflective surface, at a certain time of the day, reflects the sun right down the street, making it near impossible to see where you’re going without a really good pair of sunglasses.”

“The other thing that surprised the owners was that at night the glass doesn’t reflect. It’s just like a regular pane of glass, letting everyone that’s outside see guests when they’re on their balcony at night. Several very embarrassed guests were caught by people in the condos across the street in their underwear or less. I’d suggest that you ladies keep that in mind at night.”

Heather and I looked at each other with a bit of apprehension as I said, “Thanks for the advice.”

After checking in, we went up to our eighteenth story room on the back side of the building. We’d learned from painful experience not to stay in rooms on the front side of hotels while we were in Halifax. Opening the door, we saw a pleasant two-bedroom with all the normal fixtures.

It wasn’t a five-star hotel, but it looked comfortable, and another must for both Heather and me, it had a door that opened onto a small balcony.

Unfortunately, as we saw when we stepped out on the balcony, we found that we were only about twenty to thirty feet from another high-rise building. But it was okay, as we could get fresh air and, with the lounge chair, could lie out on it.

While it was only 5:00 local time, our bodies were still on Toronto time, so it felt like 8:00, and we were both hungry.

We quickly unpacked our suitcases and went out for a quick dinner.

After dinner, we explored the hotel and found the pool and the workout room. Looking in, Heather said, “Fantastic. I can come down here every morning and do a quick workout before we get going for the day.”

We went back up to our room and, as our bodies felt like they were approaching midnight, hit the sack.

I woke up to see the first hints of light outside. I looked over at the bedside clock and saw that it was only 5:35.

‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘It’s 8:35 in Toronto. I guess that it’s going to take a few days for my body to adjust.’

A few moments later, as I lay there staring into the dark, I heard rustling in the bed beside me and whispered, “Are you awake, Heather?”

“Yeah,” she whispered back. “I’ve been awake since just after 4:00. How long do you think it’s going to be until our bodies adjust to the time change?”

“I’ve heard that it will take a couple of days. My reporter friends say that the best way to help it along is to stay up late. I guess we didn’t help matters by going to bed around 9:00 last night.”

“Yeah,” she replied with a bit of frustration in her voice. “It’s just before 6:00. I think the gym opens now. I’m going for a workout.”

She got up, picked up her workout clothes, and went into the bathroom. Emerging a few minutes later, she picked up her gym bag and said, as she went out the door, “See you in an hour or so.”

I lay in bed for about ten minutes before thinking, ‘I’m not going to get back to sleep. I might as well get up too.’

I picked up my book and, after putting on one of the hotel’s terrycloth robes, was about to sit in the cushy chair when I thought, seeing that it was light outside, ‘I wonder if it’s too cool to read on the balcony.’

I pushed open the door and stuck my head out. Finding it not too bad, I sat down in the chaise lounge and began to read.

About thirty minutes later, I heard a whooping sound. Being too comfortable in the lounger, I looked out, rather than getting up, to see where it was coming from.

Looking around, my eyes were attracted to a light that had come on in one of the rooms in the building across from ours.

I was about to turn back to my book when I saw sheets being moved as someone threw them back and got out of bed.

What got my attention was what got out of bed. It was a well-built man, and he was totally naked.

‘Whoa!’ I thought, closing my book. ‘What have we got here?’

I watched him walk around the room for a couple of minutes before he headed into another room.

As he left, I thought, ‘I hope he didn’t see me lying here watching him.’

I then remembered what the cab driver had said and thought, ‘It’s daylight out. There are no lights on in our room. He can’t see me sitting here.’

I opened my book again but couldn’t concentrate on reading as I kept glancing back over at his apartment.

About fifteen minutes later he returned to where I could see him, still naked but rubbing his head with a towel.

‘He must have had a shower,’ I thought as I watched mesmerized by how his penis flopped back and forth as he dried his hair.

After a couple of minutes of drying his hair, he got dressed and left the room again. I saw a light come on in the adjacent window and watched him get some food. It looked like a bagel and some juice. Then I saw him open a door and leave his apartment.

Shortly after that, Heather returned, and, embarrassed that I had lain there watching a naked man, I didn’t tell her what I had seen.

We spent Thursday morning wandering around downtown Vancouver, getting our bearings.

Just before noon, we walked into Stanley Park and had lunch in a fish restaurant.

We spent the afternoon marveling at the gardens, beaches, and wildlife in the park.

At about 6:00, we went to a Thai restaurant near our hotel and had a great dinner.

Getting back to our room a little after 9:00, we sat down to watch some television in an effort to stay up until at least midnight Vancouver time.

Neither of us made it. We both fell asleep in the middle of the late news, somewhere after 11:00 PM.

I awoke at about 1:30 and, after waking Heather up so she could go to bed too, fell into bed.

Waking again just before 6:30, I found that Heather was already gone. A note on her bed said that she had gone to the gym.

As I lay there, I suddenly thought, as I saw it was 6:37, ‘I wonder if he’ll be getting up shortly.’

I quickly got up and, grabbing my binoculars instead of my book, went out on the balcony.

Not seeing any lights on in his apartment, I re-positioned the chaise lounge to look directly at his room and lay down on it. I adjusted the binoculars to his window ledge and waited.

Looking back into our room, I saw that it was 6:43 and thought, "Any moment now."

About two minutes later, I heard the same whooping sound that I had heard the day before and raised the glasses.

A moment later a light came on, and I quickly focused on the man as he threw back the sheets and got out of bed.

Again, he was nude. Through the glasses, I saw that he was in his early to mid-twenties.

Like the day before, he wandered around his room for a few minutes before exiting it.

"He’s going for a shower," I thought.

I rested the glasses until he returned about twenty minutes later.

"What a bod," I thought as I watched him dry his hair again.

I was so engrossed in watching him that I didn’t hear Heather come back into the room.

I was so surprised when I heard her say, “What’ya lookin' at, Christine?” that I almost jumped out of my skin.

Looking across the way, she said, “Oh. That’s what you’re looking at. Can I have the glasses?”

“Get down below the glass,” I whispered urgently as I handed her the glasses. He can’t see us behind here.”

She got down on her knees and looked across the way. “Nice,” she said. “Really nice.”

A few moments later she lowered the glasses and said, “How did you find him?”

“Well, uh,” I started, “I, uh, well, uh, I was sitting out here yesterday and, uh,”

“Yesterday!” she exclaimed. “You saw him yesterday, and you didn’t say anything about it.”

“Well, uh,” I stammered, “I was, uh, embarrassed that I was, uh, well, you know, uh, looking at, uh, spying on a naked man.”

“There’s nothing wrong with looking at men,” she said as she glanced over at the building across the way, “even if they’re naked.”

We chatted about what we’d seen while we got dressed. Heather, being who she was, made all sorts of lewd comments about the guy and what she’d do with him if he was in our room.

We toured the Vancouver Aquarium in the morning, seeing the beluga whales, sea otters, sea lions, sea turtles, and Pacific white-sided dolphins they had in tanks. I was especially fascinated by the sea otter show.

As it was a really nice day, we went down to the harbor to have lunch and ended up on the 2:45 Harbor Cruise.

At about 5:00, just before we got back to our hotel room, Heather, with a gleam in her eye, said, “Let’s go to that deli down the street and get some food so we can eat in tonight.”

I said, “I was looking forward to a glass of wine before dinner.”

Heather replied, “There’s a booze store right next to the deli. We can get some wine there.”

“Why do you want to eat in?” I asked. “You always like to try new restaurants when we’re traveling.”

“Well,” she replied mischievously, “I want to see what happens across the way. He wakes up nude, so he must go to bed nude. I want a longer look than I got this morning. I used to spy on my brother all the time. I also used to look at my neighbor Kenny until he left for college. I saw both of them nude lots. But they weren’t as well built as that hunk.”

I looked at her with awe. She certainly wasn’t the Heather I thought that I knew.

We got some pre-packaged food at the deli and a couple of bottles of wine at the liquor store.

At about 5:45, we were back in our room. By 6:00, we were set up with our food and a bottle of wine on the small table in our room and the binoculars beside us.

As it got dark around 7:30, I went to turn on the room light.

“Christine,” Heather said, “don’t turn on the light. Remember what the taxi driver said?”

“Oh yeah,” I replied. “That glass barrier becomes transparent when the room lights are on. I guess we’ll have to dine in the dark.”

Just before 8:30, the light in our guy’s room came on, and he walked with a couple of grocery bags. We watched as he put things away.

“He’s going to make some girl a happy wife,” Heather said. “He puts things away. My last boyfriend would have just walked in and left everything on the kitchen table. I found containers of milk that were over a week old sitting on his counter.”

As we continued to watch, he sat down on a couch and turned on the television. Around 10:00 he got up from the couch and, after tidying up, turned off the lights in the living room and kitchen. A moment later, the light in his bedroom came on. As he entered the room, he was unbuttoning his shirt.

“Here we go,” whispered Heather excitedly.

We both picked up our binoculars and started to watch him as he stripped off his clothes and hung them up in his closet.

“Look at those buns,” Heather said, “and that cock.”

As he left the bedroom, I whispered, “He’s going to his bathroom. He’ll be back shortly.”

Five minutes later, he came back to his room. Lying down on his bed, he reached over onto a bedside table to pick up a television controller.

After watching television until 11:00, he pulled the sheets over himself and turned off the light.”

Heather then pulled the drapes shut, and I turned on the light.

“That was nice,” she said. “What do you think? Could you go for that, Christine?”

“He certainly has a nice bod,” I replied tentatively.

“Nice is an understatement,” Heather responded. “He’s better looking than all the boyfriends I’ve had. The one of them that did have nice buns had a dinky little dick that wasn’t much bigger than my thumb when it was erect.”

Seeing me look at her quizzically, she continued, “That was Gerry Morgan. Remember that twit I went out with at the end of grade eleven? He had a really great-looking body. After we both turned eighteen in June, we started getting pretty hot and heavy in the bushes in Morrison Park. I let us both get naked one night near the middle of August with the idea that we would masturbate for each other. His dick was so small that his fist completely covered it when he was jerking off. We broke up shortly after that when he dumped me to start going out with that slut Janice Franklin. I heard that she dumped him in October, just before the Halloween dance. She probably got a look at his dick and started to laugh.”

We got up in the morning and set up to watch him again, but as he didn’t make an appearance by 8:15, we thought that we must have missed him.

That night we went to the Bard on the Beach and saw Twelfth Night.

Unfortunately, we didn’t get back until around 11:00, and the apartment across the way was in darkness.

The next morning, though, we watched him again.

That evening we went to a local club and took in one of the acts being put on as part of the Vancouver Comedy Festival.

Again, we were late getting back to our hotel and slept quite late in the morning.

As it was almost noon when we were finally ready to leave our hotel, we decided to walk around the Gastown area. Gastown is Vancouver's oldest downtown neighborhood and is famous for its cobblestone streets, its excellent restaurants, its steam clock, and its shops.

We took one of the free guided walking tours through the streets of Gastown.

Our female guide was dressed and acted the part of a public house server as she did the tour.

As our group was mostly people Heather’s and my age, she regaled us with several rather ribald stories of how the male patrons treated her.

Our tour ended near the start of Vancouver’s Chinatown, where we were greeted, I’m sure by prior arrangement, by another tour guide who walked us through that area.

He deposited us, very conveniently, in front of a Chinese restaurant whose virtues he took great pains to explain. We took the hint that we were expected to eat there and went in.

Our guide, it turned out, had undersold the establishment.

Heather and I enjoyed one of the best meals we’d ever had.

On top of the excellent food, as we exited the restaurant, we came upon something we learned was called the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival. It’s an annual festival that features music, demonstrations, exhibitions, a tea ceremony, and mooncake sampling to celebrate the harvest and family togetherness.

As a result of all of this, we didn’t get back to our hotel until just after 10:30 that night.

The next morning, we were again treated to a sighting of our nude friend whom we’d named McBody. That night we had nothing planned, so we decided to eat in again.

It was just after 9:30 when Heather said, “I think he’s gone out for the night. We’re not going to get a show tonight.”

“Let’s give it another fifteen minutes,” I replied. “We might as well finish up this second bottle of wine. Pour me some more, please.”

“You’d better pour your own,” Heather replied with a slight slur. “I think I’ve had a little too much wine tonight. I’m not feeling too much pain now. If I tried to pour, I’m most likely to spill it.”

Pouring more wine in my glass, I realized that, like Heather, I was a little tipsy too, as, even concentrating as much as I could, the mouth of the wine bottle wavered back and forth over the top of my glass.

As I sat back in my chair again and took a sip, the light in McBody’s apartment went on.

“See. I told you we should wait,” I said.

“Yeah. Yeah,” Heather replied as she leaned forward with her binoculars to her eyes.

As we both watched through our binoculars, McBody sat down on his couch and stared blankly at the wall in front of him.

“He looks a little sad,” I said.

“Yeah, he does,” said Heather. “I wonder what’s bothering him.”

After a few minutes, he got up and got a beer from his fridge.

He sat back down on the couch and, after the first long pull, set it on the table in front of him.

He continued to stare at it until, a few minutes later, he stood up and, after turning off the living room light, went into his bedroom.

We watched him slowly get undressed, and, after picking up the television remote, he lay down on top of his bed. We continued watching him lie there watching television.

After about ten minutes, much to my surprise, and Heather’s too given her gasp, I saw his cock start to grow and get hard. As it grew, we watched him reach down with his right hand and begin to fondle and caress it. Within moments, it was what appeared to be, fully erect.

“Oh my!” I said.

“Oh, my is right,” said Heather in response.

"Jesus, that’s a nice one!” she continued.

He alternated between holding it, giving it a slow, gentle stroking, or giving it a vigorous stroking. For the next almost thirty minutes, he continued his ministrations as he watched television. Finally, one of the vigorous stroking sessions lasted longer than the previous ones, his hips started to lift off the bed, and I saw cum shoot out of his cock.

“Oh, oh, oh, go, guy, go!” Heather shouted as this was occurring.

His hips moved up and down a couple of times as cum continued to come out of his cock.

When he was done, Heather turned to me.

I could see, even in the dim light, that her face was flushed.

“Did you see that?” she said excitedly. “Did you see that? That was fantastic. He must have played with himself for over thirty minutes. That was extraordinary. Jesus Christ, that was incredible!”

As I went to reply, I noticed I was breathing hard and realized, from the tingling in my lower stomach, that I was excited too.

“Yeah. That was unbelievable. Did you see the way his cum just kept coming and coming? I don’t know how he could go for that long. I’ve never seen a guy last that long.”

We sat at the table for a couple of minutes before, and as I looked over, I saw that his light was out.

I closed the curtains, and we got ready for bed ourselves.

As I lay in bed in the dark, I was unable to get to sleep because I was so keyed up from seeing McBody jerk off.

After ten minutes or so, I heard a soft squishing sound next to me and thought, ‘Heather’s playing with herself.’

Hearing her, I began to stroke myself too. Five minutes later, I heard her grunt softly as she came. I came shortly after that.

When Heather saw that I was awake the next morning, she said, “Hi there, sleepyhead.”

Groggily, I replied, “What time is it?”

“Just after 8:30. How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby,” I replied as I stretched.

“Me too. I’ve only been awake for about ten minutes. What do you want to do today?”

“You know, my granny always talked about the afternoon tea at the Empress Hotel in Victoria,” I said. “Did you want to try a traditional English tea?”

My dad and mom have talked about it too,” she replied.

“I remember my mom saying that her mom had taken her when she was a teenager. She said that she’d thought it was going to be boring but that it turned out to be really neat. Let’s see if we can do it.”

She called the concierge as I had a shower.

When I came out, she said excitedly, “I’ve got us on the 10:00 ferry to Victoria, returning to Vancouver around 6:30. We also have reservations in the Empress Tea Room. The concierge was really helpful after I related the story about my mom. We’ve got to leave in ten minutes in order to make the ferry. Let me wash, and we’ll get going.”

One of the good things about Heather is that, because of her sports, she keeps her hair short, so it doesn’t need to be washed every day like mine does.

Ten minutes later we were at the front door of the hotel getting into a cab.

We spent a delightful day in Victoria. We both remembered relatives talking about how English it was and were amazed that it was still that way. We got back to our hotel around 7:30 after stopping at the deli and wine store again.

Again, we sat in the dark on the edge of the bed in anticipation of a show like the one that we’d seen the night before.

Like the previous night, he still hadn’t shown up by 9:00. Also, like the previous night, we had consumed almost all of two bottles of wine by that time.

At about 9:15, McBody finally appeared.

“God damn,” said Heather. “It’s about time. Where the hell have you been, boy?”

Again, he came into the living room and sat on the couch, with the only light being the one in the hallway. After a couple of minutes this evening, however, we saw him get up and, like he had the previous evening, grab a beer out of the fridge. He sat back down on the couch and kept staring at the wall. Finally, he took a swig of beer. After a few moments, he went out on his balcony and stood, leaning on the railing, looking out into space.

After about ten minutes of sitting on the edge of the bed watching him look out into space, Heather said, in a tentative voice, “Christine I have a favor to ask of you. There’s something I’ve always wanted to do but have never had the guts to do. I want to try it tonight but need your approval first.”

“Sure,” I said, a bit confused. “What do you want to do?”

“You don’t have to do it too, but if you’re not comfortable with me doing it, I won’t do it.”

“Heather,” I said, “what is it you want to do?”

“I, uh, I, uh, want to, uh," she stammered. “I want to, uh, expose myself to McBody.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to stand in front of this window with the lights on and get undressed.”

“Naked!” I said in a very surprised voice.

“Starkers,” she replied.

“Why?”

“Because I’ve always wanted to. And tonight, I think that I have the courage to do it.”

“You know that it’s the wine that’s giving you that courage.”

“True. But I think I can do it. And, uh, more than that, uh, I want to do it.”

As I thought about what Heather wanted to do, I glanced across the way and saw McBody take another swig of beer as he continued to lean against his balcony railing.

“Okay,” I replied after a couple of minutes. “I think you’re nuts, but if that’s what you really want to do. What do you want me to do?”

“Well,” she said, taking another swig of wine, “I’ve got to clear out space in front of the doors so I can put on my show. But I need you to find somewhere where you can see him, but he can’t see you, so that you can tell me when he’s looking at me. I don’t want him to know that I’m doing this for him. I’m not going to be looking at him, so I need you to tell me when I’ve got his attention. When I’ve got his attention, I’ll start stripping. Otherwise, I could strip, and he might not see me. Will you do that for me?”

“Okay,” I replied tentatively. “Are you really sure that you want to do this?”

Heather gave me a nod before starting to move the remains of our food out of the way.

While she was doing that, I went into the bathroom and took the vanity mirror off the wall. I sat on the floor next to the sliding doors, leaning against the wall, and positioned the mirror on the floor against the leg of the bed so that I could see McBody’s apartment without being seen.

By the time I had myself and the mirror in position, Heather had everything cleared away between the bed and the sliding doors, giving her about an eight-by-ten-foot open space to work with.

She smiled weakly as she looked at me and said, “Here goes.”

She walked to the door of the room and, after taking a big breath, flicked on the overhead room light.

As I kept watch on McBody in the mirror, she walked around our room for a minute or so.

After a short while, she turned on the television.

She then turned on the bedside light and turned off the overhead light before sitting on the edge of the bed.

While she pretended to watch television, she said, without looking at me, “Do you think he’s seen me?”

“Nope,” I replied, checking the mirror. “He still seems to be just looking out into space. You’ve got to get his attention somehow.”

After a moment of thought, I said, “Why don’t you, uh, you know, uh, dramatically pull the bedspread off the bed? Maybe the flapping of the sheets will get his attention.”

She stood up and, walking to the side of the bed, lifted back the bedspread, making sure she raised it high in the air before dropping it to the floor. She then sat back down on the edge of the bed and pretended to watch television.

“Well,” I said, “he glanced over here when you flapped the sheets but went right back to looking out into space.”

After a couple of minutes, she said in a slightly frustrated voice, “I guess to hold his attention, I’m going to have to give him something to look at.”

With that, she stood up and, standing in the middle of the open space she had cleared in front of the sliding doors, started to lift her top up. As she did, I looked back to see when McBody would notice what she was doing. After taking off her top, she walked back and forth a couple of times in her bra and jeans.

As she passed by me, she said, “My heart is pounding so hard I think it’s going to pop out of my chest.”

“Still nothing,” I said. “Since the bedspread got his attention, why don’t you do something similar while turning down the sheets?”

Turning her back to the sliding doors, she did while I kept watch. She even fluffed the pillows.

“Something caught his eye!” I exclaimed. “He’s seen you and is still looking over here. I think you were right. The sight of bare skin and your bra has got his attention.”

With that, she stood up from fluffing the pillows and, after another big breath, peeled off her jeans so she was in just her bra and panties. She walked over to the side of the room and, after turning back, faced the sliding doors and thus McBody.

“He appears to be watching you now,” I said excitedly. “Are you sure you want to go further? You can stop now if you want,” I whispered.

As she reached up to undo the clasp at the back of her bra, she whispered, without moving her lips, “No, uh, I want to do this.”

From my position, I was able to watch her remove her bra and, using the mirror, McBody’s reaction to her doing it.

“He is adjusting his crotch,” I said excitedly. “He must be getting turned on!”

Rather than reply verbally, Heather hooked her thumbs under the band of her panties and, with a big breath, lowered them to the ground. After she straightened up, she was naked and facing the sliding doors, so both McBody and I had a front view of her fully naked body.

I noticed, as I’m sure McBody did as well, that she had trimmed her pubic hair so that it was very short and in the shape of a triangle. I could also see because she’d also removed all the hair from around them that the lips of her vagina were very swollen. They were so swollen that I could easily make out her opening and that the skin inside was a deep red color.

“He’s dumbfounded,” I told her, looking in the mirror. “He’s standing there with his mouth open. I don’t think he believes what he is seeing.”

“That makes two of us,” she replied huskily. "God, this is a turn-on. My vagina is so wet. I have to be careful not to move too much or the fluids are going to start to drip down my leg.”

“I know,” I said. “Your vagina is glistening. It looks like it’s all sweaty from a hard workout.”

Realizing what I’d just said, I stammered, “From exercise, not, uh, you know, uh, the other type, uh, of workout.”

She closed her eyes as she sat on the bed. Grimacing slightly, she began to squirm and breathe hard.

“Goddamn!” she exclaimed. “The feel of these sheets on my pussy is sending tingles all through my body. Oh, Jesus, this is so excruciatingly uncomfortable. It feels like there’s a hill of ants climbing all over it.”

As she sat there, trying not to look turned on, I could see her chest begin to flush and her nipples harden.

‘My God,’ I thought. ‘She’s really getting turned on. I wonder if she’s going to cum.’

As I glanced in the mirror to see what McBody was doing, I heard her groan, “I can’t stand this. I’ve got to relieve myself. The pressure is too much. Don’t, uh, watch, uh, okay.”

Unfortunately, because of how I was sitting, it was impossible not to watch.

Not only did I watch her fingers do their thing, but I also heard the squishing sound and smelled the musty odor of her vaginal lubricant.

A couple of minutes later, I saw her hips begin to move up and down.

Then her mouth opened slowly, wordlessly, all the way wide, while her eyelids lowered at the same pace.

She drew in a long, loud breath and then grew rigid for a second, all the air in her lungs escaping in an endless groan as her limbs buckled and then her body tensed as she came with a long, soft groan.

I was fascinated because I was curious to see what someone looked like when they really came (I’d seen porn videos, but everyone knows that they’re not real) and repulsed because it was such an intimate thing my best friend was doing.

After her body released her muscles, she fell back on the bed with her arms and legs splayed out.

As she lay there recovering, I looked across at McBody.

After a moment or two, I finally figured out what I was seeing.

“My God,” I whispered. “He’s jerking off. And he’s doing it right on the balcony.”

“He’s what?” whispered Heather.

She rolled over and turned off the bedside light, plunging the room into darkness.

Looking out the window with me, she said, "Yeah, he is.”

After he finished and went back into his apartment, I looked up at Heather from my seated position and said, “Was it everything you thought it would be?”

“Oh yeah,” she replied with a big grin. “And more! It was an overwhelming sexual feeling. My body was more sexually stimulated than it’s ever been, even with the best lover I’ve ever had.”

After a couple of moments of quiet, she said, “I’m sorry I had to play with myself in front of you. But I couldn’t control myself. Stripping like that in front of McBody was like someone had brought me to the edge of an orgasm and wouldn’t let me cum. It was so uncomfortable. But the release when I came was the best I’ve ever had. It started in the pit of my stomach and just exploded through every pore in my body.”

“Well,” I said sheepishly, “I tried not to watch, but it was hard not to given where I was seated. I’ve never seen another woman cum before. I’m sorry about invading your privacy.”

“Don’t be,” she said. “I was doing it for McBody, not for you. It’s natural to watch someone, even if it’s the same sex. Clare Raven and I used to watch each other all the time when we were eighteen. We used to tell each other what we looked like. I wish that one of us had had a video camera so that we could have filmed each other.”

As I stood up, she then hugged me and said, “Thank you for supporting me in this. I couldn’t have done it without you. Actually, I wouldn’t have done it without you.”

I reacted by hugging her back, which, given she was nude, and I wasn’t, was a bit weird. I could feel her beating heart through the bare and very warm skin of her back. I could also hear her heavy breathing in my ear.

I’ve never thought about being intimate with another woman, and I was, after the fact, a bit repulsed, but I was also turned on, extremely turned on.

‘This shouldn’t be happening to me,’ I thought. ‘She’s my best friend. She shouldn’t be affecting me this way.’

I was, in some ways, happy that she disengaged from our hug.

By the time I exited the bathroom after getting ready for bed, Heather was already in bed and breathing deeply.

I took the opportunity to play with myself and release some of the sexual tension I had built up from watching Heather do her thing.

For the first time on this vacation, I was awake before Heather.

I looked over at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was 8:42.

I also saw that during the night Heather’s sheets had shifted so that I could see her right breast and thought, ‘She went to bed nude.’

I caught myself staring at it until I realized what I was doing and, giving myself a shake, got out of bed to use the bathroom.

By the time I returned, Heather was awake too and covered up. She said, “Wow! That was a fantastic sleep. How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” I replied with a wondering voice.

Heather was usually slow to wake and a bit groggy and grumpy first thing. To see her so up and cheerful this soon after waking up was very unusual. I continued, “You’re certainly full of energy this morning. What happened to the normal Heather?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I just feel alive and energetic.”

Looking at the clock again, I said, “It’s almost 9:00. I think we’ve missed McBody this morning.”

When she heard that, Heather blushed a bit and said sheepishly, “Maybe he’s why I slept so well. For some reason, I’ve always wanted to do what I did last night. But I never, in my wildest dreams, and I did fantasize about it, thought it would have the effect it did on me. It was better than the feeling I used to get when an older boyfriend I had used to be able to bring me to the brink of an orgasm and then hold me there. Just like last night when I came, it was like a Fourth of July fireworks show.”

“Well,” I said, “it was certainly intense. Your whole body seemed to vibrate. I know I tense when I cum. But you looked just like someone had electrocuted you.”

We got dressed and, after a quick breakfast in the coffee shop, went to visit the Coastal People’s Fine Arts Gallery. One of my reporter friends in Toronto had told me that it was something that we shouldn’t miss. We spent about three hours viewing various works, and Heather surprised me by purchasing a beautiful pendant and chain.

We went to one of the pub-like restaurants in Gastown to have lunch, where we further discussed what Heather had done the previous evening and how she’d felt while she did it and afterward.

It was an interesting lunchtime conversation.

What made it even more interesting was the reaction of the two guys who were sitting at the table next to ours. About two-thirds of the way through our lunch, I got the feeling that they were listening to our conversation.

This was confirmed by how they looked when Heather described how it felt when she stood up after taking off her panties.

I was going to give them the eye to stop them from listening when I thought, ‘What the hell. Let’s make it really memorable for them.’

I started to ask all sorts of leading questions to get Heather to describe everything in graphic detail.

When she looked at me strangely, about ten minutes later, after I had asked a really strange question, I pointed at the two guys with my eyes.

After a moment, she figured out what I was doing and, with a big smile, started to describe her body’s reaction in vivid detail. She left absolutely nothing to their imagination.

As we got up from the table, she turned to their table and, looking directly at the crotch of one of the guys, said, “I can see you enjoyed listening in on our conversation. Eavesdropping is rude, you know.”

After lunch, we started wandering back to our hotel. About ten meters past a store we had walked by, Heather stopped and said, “Would you indulge me again? I want to go into that store we just passed and check if they have something I forgot at home.”

“Sure,” I said. “I can come in with you.”

“You might not want to,” she replied nervously.

It wasn’t until we got to the door of the store that I understood why she’d said what she had. The store was called The Honey Pot, and it was an adult store.

As we went in, I saw a wide array of things to do with sex. Everything from magazines and videos to shelves full of boxes.

As I looked at the boxes, I saw all sorts of what I guessed were called sex toys.

Heather went past three aisles before she turned down one. She stopped about a third of the way down and began examining some of the boxes.

As I caught up to her, I saw that she was looking at dildos.

“I forgot mine at home,” she said. “I usually don’t go anywhere without it.”

She picked up one and said, “This one will do. It’s not as nice as the other one I have, but it’ll do the job.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“It’s about the same size and shape,” she replied, “but it’s smooth all over. The one I left in Toronto is slightly curved and has veins on it like a real penis.”

“And that makes a difference?” I said with a bit of curiosity in my voice.

Hearing my voice, she replied, “Yeah. Have you never used one before?”

“Well, uh,” I started sheepishly, “uh, no. I’ve only ever used my finger or the real thing.”

With a look of amazement on her face, she replied, “You don’t know what you’ve been missing. I agree that a cock is better than your finger. However, these are better than a cock. They don’t get soft. They don’t stop until you want to, and they don’t come attached to a guy who makes all sorts of demands on you.”

After a moment, I said, “What should I look for in one?”

Heather looked over the shelves. After a minute, she pulled a box of one of them and said, “This is similar to what I have at home. It’s not cheap. It’s the next model up from the one I have. A couple of my other girlfriends said that it’s a little better than mine in that it has a built-in vibrator, which really sends them. I wish that I’d known what I know now before I bought my other one.”

I looked at it and, after a moment, turned toward the cash.

Heather said, “You’re going to get it?”

“Yup,” I said. “There’s no time like the present to have a new experience.”

“Well,” she said, holding out a tube, “if you’re going to get that, you also need some of this.”

“What’s that?”

“Lubricant,” she replied. “I find that most of the time I’m not wet enough for the initial insertion not to be irritating. With this stuff, it easily slides right in.”

Every time Heather tried to engage in conversation about what I had just purchased as we made our way back to our hotel, I changed the subject.

After four or five attempts, she finally gave up.

We arrived back in our room after stopping at the deli and wine store to pick up dinner around 5:30.

While Heather laid our food out on the bed in anticipation of watching McBody again, I excused myself and went into the bathroom.

I stripped off my jeans and panties before sitting on the toilet to open the dildo package.

The texture of its surface amazed me. It wasn’t skin, but it was darn close.

Putting the two batteries in (batteries were included), I turned the end until I heard a click. Hearing a soft buzzing sound, I thought, ‘That’s not very loud at all, and the vibration is very subtle.’

Running it over my upper thighs, I wasn’t too impressed, as the vibration was so soft that I could hardly feel it. At one point I must have touched the end that I had turned to turn it on, and the vibration became more intense.

‘Oh,’ I thought, ‘it’s variable speed.’

I turned it all the way up. As I started to caress my thighs again, Heather called out, “Hurry up. Our food is getting cold.”

“I’m going to be a few more minutes,” I replied. “Go ahead without me.”

The feeling on my thigh was much more intense now, but, unfortunately, the noise it emitted was also much louder.

I used my left hand to part the lips of my vagina and began moving the vibrating dildo over my clit and the exposed skin of my labia.

Naturally, as I came close to my clit the feeling became much more intense.

After a couple of minutes of moving it over that area, I began to feel my breathing getting faster and the lips of my vagina growing.

I also started to experience that telltale tingling in my stomach and, with the fingers of my left hand, that my vagina was also starting to get moist.

After a few more minutes, the tingling feeling, as well as my breathing, had increased in intensity, and my vagina was also getting quite wet and swollen.

Soon I had an almost overwhelming desire to have something inserted in my vagina. I positioned the vibrating dildo at the entrance of my vagina and thought, ‘Here goes,’ as I gently began to push it in.

Just like a penis entering the channel, I had to take it slowly, but soon it was all the way in.

It felt much like a penis did, except that it vibrated.

I started moving it in and out, making sure that it caressed the clit on the way in.

After about ten strokes, the tingling in my stomach had increased quite dramatically and began to spread from that epicenter.

In fact, it increased so quickly that I was surprised that it only took a few more strokes for my body to stiffen as an orgasm washed over me.

It wasn’t earth-shattering, but it was pleasant and was sure a lot faster than I had ever had one with just my fingers, or for that matter, with some guy’s cock.

After I had calmed down, I pulled my panties and jeans on and went out to the main room.

“How was it?” Heather asked with a smirk on her face.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Heather looked at me for a moment or two before she said, “You know what I mean, Christine. You were in there far too long to have just gone to the bathroom. Besides, look at you. You’re still flushed and breathing a little faster than normal. You just played with yourself. You just had an orgasm.”

“Oh yeah,” I said. “It was okay. It wasn’t as good as I’ve had. It certainly happened a lot more quickly, though.”

“It takes practice,” she said. “It took me half a dozen sessions before I became good with it. Over the past two years, I developed my technique to the point where I can play my cunt like a fine violin so that everyone is magnificent.”

As I looked at her incredulously, she continued, “Christine, you’re going to have to loosen up. This is a normal conversation between girls these days. In fact, a couple of my girlfriends have even had this sort of conversation with their significant others.”

“That may be,” I replied. “But it’s going to take a while for me to feel comfortable with these subjects. You know how I was brought up. Keep trying, though. I know that I have to get there.”

“Good,” she replied with a smile. “Are you ready for some wine?”

Like previous evenings, we sat in the dark eating and drinking.

Just after darkness fell, the light in McBody’s place went on, and we saw him come in.

Instead of his normal routine, he threw a pizza in the oven and got out a couple of bags of chips and pretzels, as well as some glasses and cutlery. About ten minutes later we saw him go to the security intercom and, after saying something, we saw him push a button.

I said, “It looks like he’s got company tonight.”

About five minutes later, we saw him go to the door and let two other guys into his apartment. They talked in the kitchen area for a few minutes while they opened beer and then made their way into the living room area and sat down in front of the television.

“Damn,” I said. “They’re watching some sort of game. We’re not going to get a show from McBody until much later.”

“You’re right,” Heather replied with disappointment in her voice.

When we were sure that we wouldn’t be seen, I got up, closed the drapes in our unit, and turned on the lights.

We turned the television on and watched some boring reality show while we finished our food.

As I came out of the bathroom, I heard Heather say, “They’re watching a football game. It’s almost halftime.”

Then, with a glint in her eye, she said, “I bet you I can put on a better halftime show than the television.”

“What do you mean?” I replied.

“Let’s get these empty boxes out of the way, and I’ll show you,” she replied.

“You’re not,” I replied.

“Yup,” she replied with a grin. “I sure am.”

We cleared everything out of the way just like we had the night before.

After I turned out the lights, Heather peeked out between the curtains. When she was sure that they weren’t looking, she slowly opened the drapes.

I assumed my position to watch what was happening, and she went over to the door so that she could pretend to enter the room.

As I watched, the three guys continued to watch the television.

After five minutes or so, I saw McBody get up and go to the kitchen.

The other two guys stopped looking at the television and were talking. “I think the game’s at halftime,” I called out. “McBody’s topping up their beers.”

After McBody passed out the fresh beers, one of the guys made his way to the balcony door and went out.

As he lit a cigarette, I called out, “One of the guys just lit a cigarette on the balcony.”

As I said this, Heather flicked on the light and walked into the room. She walked about picking up things and putting them down.

As she did, I saw McBody and the other guy come out on the balcony. As McBody came out, I saw him point over towards us and said, “McBody is telling the other two what he saw last night.”

As I said this, Heather stopped in front of the window and began to pull her t-shirt up and off over her head to reveal a skimpy bright-red bra. Unlike last night, she turned away from the sliding doors and, facing the bed, carefully folded the t-shirt.

Still facing the bed, she then undid her jeans and pushed them down over her hips.

As she pushed them down her legs, she revealed that she was wearing a bright red thong with only a thin strap in the back that, because it was drawn into the crack in her bum, was all but invisible. After stepping out of her jeans, she bent over from the waist to pick them up from the floor, giving McBody and his friends a splendid view of her almost bare ass.

As she straightened, she turned to face the guys, revealing the front of her very skimpy thong.

"My, oh my,” I said with a big smile. “There’s not too much material in that bra and panty set. When did you get that?”

She carefully folded the jeans and, after picking up the folded t-shirt, walked over and put them on the dresser. She flounced around the room for a few minutes, apparently doing nothing, before she turned on the bedside lamp and turned off the overhead light.

While I had been getting off in the bathroom, she’d positioned the bedside lamp so that it almost became a spotlight pointed at her as she stood in front of the doors again.

“They didn’t move the whole time you were moving around the room,” I told her.

Almost nonchalantly, though I could tell from the way the skin between her neck and boobs was blushing that she was getting excited, she reached up and undid the clip between the two bra cups. The material fell away from her boobs and exposed them to McBody and his friends.

I could tell from the way her nipples had hardened, and her areola had swollen that, even at this point in her performance, she was quite sexually stimulated.

She casually slipped the bra off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor behind her.

She then pulled the front of the thong away from her body and rolled it down over her hips to reveal her crotch area.

Just like last night, her vaginal lips were visibly swollen and moist to the point that they glistened in the spotlight. After they had dropped to the floor, she took a step forward and pivoted to face away from the door.

With her legs lightly spread, she bent over from the waist to pick up her underwear.

As she works out regularly, she is quite limber. As a result, she not only gave the boys a fantastic look at her bare ass, but she also let them see her vagina from behind.

She stayed bent over for what seemed to be a long time before she straightened up, holding her underwear.

Totally nude she walked over to the dresser and put them on top of the jeans and t-shirt. After a big breath that only I could see and hear, she then walked over to the head of the bed and reached under the pillow.

When her hand emerged, she was holding the dildo she had purchased, along with the tube of lubricant.

“You’re not,” I stammered. “You’re not going to use that in front of McBody and his friends, are you?”

“Yup,” she whispered without moving her lips.

She stood facing the door and applied the lubricant over the dildo, making sure the guys could see what she was doing.

“That’s got them excited,” I said. “They’re punching each other on the arm and pointing over here. They’re anticipating what you’re going to do.”

Heather then sat on the bed facing the doors. She slid back so her feet, drawn up slightly and spread apart, rested on the edge of the bed.

Slowly, she began to insert the dildo into her vagina.

After a few moments, she was sliding it in and out with her right hand while her left hand was caressing her clit. To my surprise, she rolled over on her knees and, with her ass in the air and her chest on the bed, continued to move it in and out.

‘What a sight,’ I thought.

Glancing over at the guys, I saw that all three of them had their dicks out and were jerking away.

“They’re masturbating too,” I whispered.

I don’t know whether Heather heard me or not, but she rolled over on her back and increased the speed of the in-out motions.

Like last night, as she went rigid, her mouth opened slowly until it was wide open in a silent scream. After letting out an endless, silent groan, she collapsed back onto the bed.

Lying there, with her legs still splayed apart and her glistening crotch fully exposed, she gave me a sleepy, tousled, nearly drunken look, and she said, through heavy breathing, “That was even more intense than last night’s.”

I looked over at the guys and saw the final one cum. While he was cumming, the other two were leaning on the balcony, staring at our room.

About five minutes later, Heather, after lifting her feet off the floor, rolled over onto the bed and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

At that point, she said in a soft, raspy voice, “How do you think they liked my halftime show?”

“I think that they’ve totally forgotten about the game,” I said.

By the time I exited the bathroom after getting ready for bed, Heather was already asleep and breathing deeply.

Lying on my bed in the dark, I brought myself off with my dildo before falling asleep too.

The next morning, we both awoke at about the same time, 9:12.

I looked over at Heather and said, “Good morning. How did our budding adult entertainer sleep?”

Seeing she was a bit hurt by what I had called her, I continued, “I’m just yanking your chain. Was last night as good as the night before? You certainly looked like you were having fun.”

“It was great,” she replied enthusiastically. “It was way better than the first time. I don’t think I was as nervous. The orgasm was even more intense. But that was probably because I used the dildo.”

“It’s our last day, and it’s teeming rain,” I said.

“We’ve been lucky,” Heather replied. “I know we picked the driest part of the year, but they still get a lot of rain here.”

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

“You mean besides lazing about in bed?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Let’s check out the activity brochures in the lobby.”

On the recommendation of the concierge, we ended up going, with a little trepidation because neither of us were really museum people, to the Vancouver Maritime Museum.

It was a fascinating day that gave us insight into the history of the city, the indigenous people and how they revered the sea, and a great many maritime traditions.

By 4:30, we were back in our room. Instead of going out for a very good final meal, like all our previous vacations, we opted to eat in again. I was hoping to see McBody again, though I’m sure Heather wanted to put on another show.

In anticipation, we packed all our stuff away and got ready for an early departure the next morning.

We had to be out of the hotel by 7:00 in order to make our 9:30 flight to Toronto. After getting everything packed, we set up the room to either watch McBody (in case my wish came true) or put on a show (if Heather’s did).

We toasted each other on a great vacation and ate our Chinese takeout.

We were well into our third bottle of wine by the time McBody finally entered his apartment.

He was hardly through the door before he started to undress.

“What’s he up to?” I said.

“I don’t know. But I certainly like the way whatever it is has started.”

In under a minute, he was stark naked. He was also sporting a hard-on.

As we watched, he went over to his television and slipped a disc into the video machine.

“I think he has a porno movie,” Heather said. “The anticipation of what he’s going to see must have given him the hard-on.”

As we continued to watch, he sat on his couch facing the television. As he watched, he gently and slowly stroked his cock. At times he increased the pace, and I thought, ‘There must be a steamy scene.’

After almost an hour, he swung his legs up on the couch and, with his legs slightly spread, began to stroke his cock more earnestly. A short time later, his hips, just like the previous night, lifted off the bed, and cum shot out of his penis and onto his stomach. After two or three more spasms, his hips dropped back to the couch, and he lay there. After another couple of minutes, he reached behind him and got a couple of tissues that he used to wipe himself off.

As he was returning from throwing the dirty tissues in the kitchen garbage, Heather jumped up and turned on the bedside light. Unfortunately, she turned on the light before I could hide.

“Whoops,” she said to me when she realized what she’d done. “Has he seen me yet?”

Glancing at his place, I saw that he was sitting on the couch looking over at our room.

“Not only has he seen us, but he’s also got binoculars that he’s using to get an even better look at us.”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry.”

“Well,” I said. “I guess that means you don’t get to put on your show tonight.”

“Damn,” she replied dejectedly. “I was so looking forward to my final show. I had thought of a couple of positions I could use as something different.”

She looked so sad as she walked around the room that I relented and said, "Oh, go ahead. You’ll just have to have me as an audience as well. I’ll go to the bathroom just before you get to the sex part.”

Heather looked at me, facing away from McBody, and with a big smile said, “Thank you, Christine. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

She then proceeded to strip down to her bra and panties. As she moved around the room in her very skimpy underwear, I stole a glance over at McBody and said, “He’s still lying on the couch naked. He’s hard again, so he must be anticipating your show.”

As she bent over, giving him a view of her nearly naked ass, I got up and went into the bathroom. She was so intent on the show she was putting on that she didn’t notice that I placed the vanity mirror on the floor outside the bathroom door so that I could watch what she was doing.

Half a minute later, I thought, ‘I’m in a different city. No one knows me here. Why should she have all the fun? I wonder what it feels like. She certainly gets a kick out of it.’

As I quickly stripped off my clothes, I thought, ‘How can I make my entrance?”

I thought about it while I watched her slowly strip off her bra like she had last night. I felt my breathing grow heavier as I watched one of her new moves as she massaged her naked breasts in front of McBody.

As she walked around the room in just her panties, it hit me. I grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my torso and, after ruffling up my hair, another towel around my hair like I had just had a shower.

I looked into the room and saw Heather had just slid her panties off and was standing in front of the doors, giving McBody a full look at her naked body.

Taking a deep breath, I thought, ‘Here goes.’

Just before I took a step into the room, I thought, ‘What the hell,’ and let the towel drop from my torso.

I then walked into the room with only a towel wrapped around my head.

Heather either heard me or saw my reflection in the glass as I came into the room.

She turned to face me as she exclaimed, “What are you doing, Christine?”

“I can’t let you have all the fun,” I said in a whisper without moving my lips. “You exclaimed over the experience so much that I thought I’d experience it firsthand.”

After a moment, I continued, “Don’t worry. You can still put on the second half of your show. I want to join you.”

Noticing the look of concern on her face, I continued, "No, I’m not going to touch you. I’m going to do it beside you.”

With that, I walked over to my bed and pulled my dildo out from under my pillow.

Heather, with a worried look on her face, did the same. As we lay side by side on the bed, I began to move my dildo against my already extended clit and wet labia to get myself further aroused.

After a few moments, I felt a tingling feeling in my stomach. I glanced over at Heather and saw that she was doing the same.

When I felt I was ready, I slid the dildo into my vagina and began to slowly move it in and out.

After several minutes, I saw Heather stand up and, with her back to the doors, raise her left foot and put it on the bed. She continued to slide her dildo in and out in that position.

She periodically opened her eyes and looked at me with a big smile on her face. On one such occasion, she whispered, “This feels really good. You should try it.”

I stood up and assumed her position only with my right leg raised.

She was right. It did feel good.

After several minutes, she assumed the same doggy position she had last night and continued sliding her dildo in and out.

This time, without being told, I followed her lead.

Finally, she flopped over on her back, and I did too.

Sensing that she was in the final phase of her show, I concentrated on having a good orgasm too.

With my eyes closed, I continued to move the dildo in and out of my vagina.

The intensity of my tingling continued to grow until my hips, like they had a mind of their own, thrust upwards, and an orgasm exploded through me.

As I collapsed back on the bed, I heard Heather groan beside me as she experienced her orgasm as well.

I lay there savoring the moment before I looked over at Heather and, with a big smile, said, “You’re right. That was fantastic.”

We both lay on the bed savoring the post-orgasmic feelings for a few moments before Heather swung her legs and twisted to lie flat on the bed. She wiggled up the bed until she could reach the switch to turn off the light.

As I got up from the bed to go to my own bed, I glanced over at McBody and said, “He’s doing it again.”

“He is?” said Heather as she looked over too. She reached into her carry-on bag that was sitting beside her bed and pulled out her binoculars.

“So, he is. So, he is. I didn’t think a guy could have two orgasms in an hour.”

“Some guys can,” I said. “One of the guys I was involved with in my first year was able to have three in one hour on a couple of nights. I was really sad to break up with him. It turned out, though, that near the end he’d have one or two with me and then a second and third with someone else.”

“Can I see?”

As I looked over through the binoculars, Heather said, “You know. This being our last night, and all should we show our appreciation of the shows he’s given us and thank him for being such a great audience for mine, ours?”

I lowered the glasses and, looking at her quizzically, said, “What do you mean?”

“Well, should we applaud his performance and take a bow for ours?”

“You mean, let him know we’ve been watching him and let him know we knew he was watching us.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know. Isn’t that, uh, well, uh, you know, uh, sluttish?”

“I don’t think so. We’ve enjoyed his shows. At least I know I have.”

“I have to!” I replied enthusiastically.

“And without him watching, I’d have never discovered, and I don’t think you would have either, that I was an exhibitionist. I think that it’s only right that we thank him for that.”

“Well, when you put it that way, I guess you’re right. How do you propose we do it?”

I was watching McBody cum through the binoculars as I said this and didn’t see Heather reach over and turn on the light as she said, “Like this,” as she started waving.

“What are you doing?” I asked, astonished.

“I’m trying to get his attention.”

“You’ve got it,” I said. “He knows we can see him. He’s trying to cover his penis.”

I looked over at Heather and saw that she was pumping the air with her right fist and giving an animated thumbs-up with her left. I joined her in doing the same thing. It must have been a weird scene for him to see two naked women cheering him.

After a moment, he realized what we were doing and that he didn’t really have anything to hide as we’d already seen it all. He then stood up and, after giving us a wave, bowed at us.

Heather returned the bow and blew him a kiss. I also blew him a kiss and mouthed, in an exaggerated fashion, “Thank you,” to him.

Heather then waved and pantomimed going to sleep before turning off the light again.

We noticed that he left his living room and, after a couple more minutes, turned off his bedroom light too.

It was still dark out as our wake-up call came at 5:30.

Heather beat me to the bathroom to have her shower, so I put on a robe.

As I glanced over at McBody’s place, I saw a light go on in his bedroom and watched as, naked as usual, he got up.

I went out on our balcony and waved to try and get his attention.

He saw me and, after putting on a robe too, came out on his balcony.

“Hi,” I called out. “I’m Christine.”

“I’m James,” he replied tentatively.

As I said, “I wanted to say thank you for watching me last night,” I opened my robe to let him see my naked body.

“That was the first time I’d ever done anything like that, but it certainly won’t be the last. I really enjoyed myself.”

“You’re, uh, welcome,” he replied. “I, uh, enjoyed it too.”

Then, to my surprise, I heard a woman’s voice say, “We did too.”

I looked around and saw a woman and man in terrycloth robes leaning on a balcony railing two to the left of James.

When they saw that I had made eye contact, she continued, “That was quite the show you and your friend put on last night.”

“Oh!” I replied, blushing. “You’re welcome. I didn’t know you were watching too.”

“Yup,” the man replied. “That was really some show you put on.”

As he spoke, the woman reached beneath his robe and said, “Frank certainly enjoyed it. He was so turned on that we had some of the best sex we’ve had in a while.”

She then pulled his robe open and exposed his rigid cock with her hand wrapped around it.

“See,” she continued. “The memory of it still gets him going.”

I stood staring at them as she slowly moved her hand up and down his stiff cock.

Seeing me watch, she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.

As she slid her mouth up and down his cock, I found my fingers slipping into my already wet vagina.

I looked over at James and saw, in response to what I was doing, that he’d pulled out his cock and was stroking it.

As we were in our threesome, I heard Heather behind me say, “I’m done, Christine. Your turn. Christine, uh, where are, uh, what are you doing?”

As she came onto the balcony in her robe, she saw what James was doing and then what I was doing.

“Oh,” she said.

I grunted, “Look two balconies, uh, to the left.”

She looked, saw the other couple, and said a little louder, “Oh. Can I, uh?”

She didn’t even finish her sentence before she’d opened her robe and, standing beside me, started to finger herself too.

While I mostly watched the blowjob couple, I also kept looking over at James.

He was vigorously stroking his cock. When he ejaculated onto his balcony, I turned back to watch the couple.

She was taking him fully into her mouth.

After a few more minutes, I felt my orgasm build and then wash over me. Still breathing heavily, I watched him thrust and hold and thought, ‘She brought him off in her mouth.’

As she was standing up, I heard a whimper from beside me and looked over to see Heather contorting with her orgasm.

When she’d recovered a little, I said, “McBody’s name is James. The other guy is Frank. I don’t know her name. They were watching us last night too. I’ve got to have my shower quickly.”

I then ran into our room and jumped into the shower.

As I came out, Heather met me and said, “I’ll fill you in when we get to the airport. Let’s get going. I hope the shuttle isn’t early.”

We went down to the lobby and were just in time to catch the airport shuttle.

As we sat in the airport, having a bagel for breakfast as we waited to board our flight, Heather whispered, “I have James’ contact info. Believe it or not, he knew we were watching him from the first morning. He saw your shadow behind the glass barrier. He’s an exhibitionist just like us.”

After a bite of her bagel, she continued, “And the best news of all is that he’s going to be in Toronto in six weeks and wants to get together with us while he’s there. He wants us to come up to his room and see if we can put on a show for the people in the building across from the hotel where he’s staying.”

“I don’t know,” I replied.

Ignoring my worried look, she continued, “He’s stayed at the hotel before and knows the rooms he needs to stay in that have audiences.”

“I can’t wait,” she said excitedly.