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I vacationed in a small fishing village on the gulf coast of Mexico a few times a year, back in my younger days. I was introduced to the place by a friend of mine and I won't say what village or exactly where because I don't want a flood of tourists there. That place was fifty years in the past or so it seems. Life was slow and having fun was as much of a way of life as making a living.

There are a lot of stories I could tell about that place and I might in the future but right now I'm thinking about Lora. She was a maid at the small hotel where I always stayed. She was tall with long dark hair and even darker eyes. Super model thin she wasn't but she wasn't fat either. She was what a woman should look like, soft curves, and a full figure.

I always stayed in the corner room on the third floor. That put me high enough to be above the noise of the street and gave me two sets of French doors for light. It was also as high as you could go in the tallest building in town. The room had two balconies, one overlooking the beach, and one overlooking the small market. I'd spend my mornings and evenings watching the girls on the beach and midday watching the local ladies shop in the market.

Lora always cleaned my room around ten every day, which was my time to switch balconies, as the sun was getting hot. It also allowed me to watch Lora from behind as she made the bed. The short skirt of her maids uniform was tight and rode high up on the backs of her thighs as she bent to tuck the sheets in. With the heels she always wore, the muscles in the backs of her thighs and calves were tight, and the bottom of her gorgeous ass would peek at me from under the hem of the skirt.

She didn't wear panties so her long narrow smoothly shaven sex peeked at me from between the tops of her thighs. Needless to say I got very little writing done while she was in the room. Sometimes she would catch me looking at her and she would smile shyly and blush. The blush was hard to detect with her dark skin but it would take on a more reddish color.

When she moved to the other side of the bed, the front of her loose uniform blouse would open and close as she worked the sheets. With no bra on and four buttons undone her breasts would flash in and out of view tantalizingly. Her breasts were full but not overly large. They actually looked small on her. I wasn't complaining in any way, mind you, I enjoyed the show.

I never was sure if she realized how much of a show she was putting on for me, or if she was doing it on purpose to tease me. Her English was very bad and my Spanish not much better, so our conversations were very limited. I also never figured out how old she was. At times she seemed in her early twenties and at other times her mid forties. She was beautiful to me, and a mystery that I love to remember.

My camera and binoculars were kept in a chair just inside the French doors on the beach side. It was also the chair that Lora used to dust the tops of the tall wardrobe and the freestanding clothes closet. She also dusted the blades on the ceiling fans. In that chair I was treated to an excellent view of her legs, sex, and ass. If I didn't have a hard on by the time she finished the bed, I definitely would by the time she finished dusting.

I always thought about asking her out or at least making a pass at her, but with the language barrier and the fact that I didn't want to screw up a good thing, I never did.