As we stroll along the corridor to my room, I dig out my card and then swipe it.  I couldn’t help but remark on the camera I noticed mounted in the lift.  I have to presume that cameras are mounted throughout the building; perhaps to ensure the security of the staff, perhaps for the production of ‘amateur’ videos.<br/><br/>I lead you across the room and out onto the balcony.  The balcony is oval, about 3 metres in width and possibly twice as long.  There is a railing surrounding it that is hanging with planters full of a variety of flowers, all in bloom.  Around the base of the railing, inset lights provide a soft diffuse lighting.  The sky is dark, a rich shade of indigo with only the brightest of stars breaking through.  A three-quarters moon hangs over the sea creating a pathway of fairy lights across the waves that can be heard softly caressing the shore far below us.  The perfume from many flowers blends with the heady, exotic fragrance of your perfume<br/><br/>I turn you in my arms, one hand going around you to caress your back.  I feel myself caught in the thrall of sexual excitement.  I cradle your chin in my other hand, raising your lips to mine, moving my fingers along the line of your jaw and around to enclose the curve of your neck.  Gently I brush my lips across yours and feather a kiss along the line of your jaw, all the while, cursing the roughness of my hands snagging the material of your blouse rather than smoothly caressing your back.  Cradling your head I press my lips to yours, probing for entrance with my tongue.<br/>