More than just a holiday by Robertos
Discover the tantalizing erotic journey in "More Than Just a Holiday" by Robertos. This steamy sex story explores passion, adventure, and unexpected connections. Dive into a narrative that ignites desire and leaves you craving more. Perfect for lovers of sultry tales and romantic escapades!<br/>
I arrange for any peeping toms to spy on my wife while she is showering. What I got was a lot more than just a peeping tom.
It turned out when we arrived at our holiday destination, that our apartment was on the ground floor. We quickly checked it out, and the first thing that struck me was how good the bathroom would be for a Peeping Tom; the window of pebble type glass was right adjacent to the shower, and on opening it, I found that there was a bushy garden outside that adjoined to the car park. Anyone who took it into their mind could simply walk into the car park and then hide themselves amongst the bushes right outside of our window – that’s if the window was open just a little, and I would definitely arrange for that to be the case.
At home, quite unbeknown to my wife, I had on many hot nights, arranged with one of my friends that he should sneak around the side of our house and watch through the window as I fucked Margie.
Of course I didn’t know anyone here, but a stranger would be even more exciting.
I wasted no time, first thing next morning I went out for a walk while Margie was still in bed.
I quickly found what I was looking for, a nearby toilet block at the back of the beach.
Going in I found that the doors of the cubicles were covered in dirty messages and a few horny drawings. “Just the thing” I thought to myself.
I’d taken a fine point ink marker with me, and I soon had messages written in prominent positions on two of the doors:
Peeping Toms.
Hibiscus Apartments
Go in car park – behind bushes immediately on right side – can’t be seen and safe.
Window will be open just a little enough to see.
About 6:00 pm
Be quiet. Guy knows but slut doesn’t.
As an afterthought I added the date range that we’d be here.
Back at the apartments I first walked into the car park and slipped in amongst the bushes. Beneath the window there was some sort of ground cover growing with sort reddish leaves – “nice and sort, there shouldn’t be any noise if a guy comes” I thought.
We were tired after all the traveling. We planned to go out for dinner and then have an early night. We showered then went out. Outside the window remained untrammeled.
Four days went by. I kept checking outside the bathroom window and was disappointed to find the ground plants still pristine.
We were having a great time, the only blemish was my failure to attract some pervert to lust over Margie’s nakedness.
Each day I organized things so that we got home and showered at around the 6 to 7 o’clock mark, before then going out for dinner and the evenings activities.
Thursday I showered and then briefly glanced outside the window, the plants were thriving.
Margie showered after me and as usual spent ages fixing her hair and doing her make-up. Finally she was ready. I closed and locked the few open windows, something we’d been doing seeing as our apartment was on the ground floor. Going into the bathroom I lifted the window slightly, glanced out and was in the act of closing it before it hit me that the ground plants outside looked a little strange. I felt a surge of sexual excitement as I reopened the window and looked more carefully.
Yes! A patch looked a little squashed or something, and I could see that a few stalks had been broken and were laying askew.
After I’d showered everything had looked perfect, but now after Margie had showered …… !
I felt excited and my heart was beating, someone had indeed been out there watching Margie and hopefully seeing her naked.
We went out and the whole night I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened.
Next day, everywhere that we went, I kept thinking that the unknown guy who had watched Margie showering, etc, could be watching us. I was so excited and so horny.
As the afternoon drew towards a close, I found myself eagerly hoping that the guy might again come for more.
Back at the apartment I showered first, then opened the window wide and carefully inspected the plants outside. The few leaves that had been broken the day previous, were now laying limp. There was no doubt whatsoever that someone had indeed watched Margie.
Closing the window so that it was just open a little way, I went to the bedroom while Margie showered.
I had thoughts of going out to the car park to see if I could see anyone, but the last thing that I wanted was to scare anyone off if they were there.
My cock was hard as a rock as I thought of what might be going on.
I was dearly wanting to check outside the window when Margie came out, but thought to give anyone that was there, time to get away.
We were almost ready to go. I closed the other windows and then looked carefully over the edge of the bathroom windowsill.
My heart was pounding with excitement. It was obvious that once more someone had been there watching Margie. The plants were quite squashed where someone had been standing.
After that, it seemed that whoever was watching Margie, must be coming daily as the plants beneath the window were becoming really trampled.
Whenever we were out I kept looking at any guys that eyed Margie up, wondering whether they might be the one who was spying on her.
It was four or five days later that we came out of the apartment to walk the short distance to the beach. At the end of the road we needed to cross over and so I glanced back just to check that no cars were coming, and it was then that I saw a seedy looking guy coming along a bit behind us. I didn’t really think anything of it at the time, but then when we spread the towels out on the beach and settled ourselves down, I noticed that the same guy was leaning on the railing at the back of the beach and seemingly gazing out to sea.
Margie was soon settled down and reading her book, lying on one side and facing away from me. I again glanced toward the back of the beach to where that guy was still standing. Our eyes met and he didn’t look away.
As I watched him, he fumbled in his pocket and took something small out, then began strolling down the sand towards us.
I must admit that I felt a chill of horror with a thought going through my mind that he was going to say something in front of Margie about what had been going on.
I was almost panicking as he came right past, but then he just kept going down towards the water’s edge, and I sighed with relief.
What had happened though, just as he was going past me, was that he had dropped something beside me.
I glanced over at Margie who was still facing away and engrossed in her book.
Reaching for the dropped object I saw that it was a matchbox with a piece of paper held by and elastic band wrapped several times around.
I pulled the paper out and unfolded it.
Tonight
One pill in drink
Half hour and they know nothing.
Fuck! I’m sure that I was physically trembling with excitement.
I slid the matchbox open a little way. Two white capsules on folded tissue.
My heart was pounding.
I’d expected nothing like this.
I clutched the box and note in my hand and stood up.
“I’ll check the water” I said to Margie. “OK” she murmured.