After a good quarter of an hour she reappears, wrapped in a towel and another tied in her hair. She pulls a hair dryer out of her suitcase and plugs it in in her room. It seems strange to me but I continue to observe it. She begins to dry her hair while looking at herself in the mirror of her closet which practically faces me. The towel covering him begins to slide down his chest and I can now see his back. In the reflection of the mirror, I can see her generous breasts. The towel falls completely to the floor but it continues to dry. I suspect she knows I'm watching her right now and I think she wants to play with me. I see one of his hands slide down to her chest and start kneading her. She places the hair dryer on a small chest of drawers and continues to look at herself in the mirror while stroking her chest. She then turns around and approaches the window. She does a little sensual dance, running her hands along her body. She stops, slips a hand between her legs and suddenly gives the middle finger and closes the curtain. After several days without being able to look at her, one evening she goes to the window, raises a sheet in her hands, folds it and puts it in an envelope which she hangs with a string on the balustrade. This letter must be addressed to me. It may be a trap to identify me. I decide to wait until late at night to pick it up, my curiosity is piqued and I want to know what she wrote. I manage to recover the envelope and go back discreetly and quickly to my place. I open it and finally discover his words. "At first I was very scared but you never attacked me. I would like to know you a little more, if you don't want to meet me tell me a little more by writing if you want". This is how we began our correspondence which lasted several weeks. We got to know each other a little more and we liked what we discovered about each other. it's curious but I didn't want to break it by going to approach it. The curtains weren't closed now and I could see her every day. I had told her that I found her beautiful, that her body was sublime and she seemed to want to play it more and more. One ...

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