She knew he was watching. She faced the window nude.

I then displayed myself and we pleasured one another visually.

It was a memorable vacation, experiencing sensuality with complete
anonymity.

Fate was inventive, seating us adjacent on the plane home.

Mutually, we touched finally. Under the blanket things progressed pleasurably.

We dated, got engaged, married blissfully for 50 years today.

No one knows why we always vacation in opposing rooms.

They'll never understand the pleasures of our longtime voyeuristic love.

We've even arranged our burial nude, coffins facing one another.