En Vacances 1: Poolside
Mid-morning Mediterranean sunshine flashes across the cyan pool waters as I tiptoe between the half empty lines of sun loungers towards my own. Quickly, I drape my towel across its padded bed, grab an ashtray from a nearby table, unlace the 4” sandals from my feet and plop myself down for another day hiding behind my sunglasses.
This is how I holiday; my body gently basting in finely applied suntan oil, reclining on a lounger, slightly out of sight of my fellow sun worshippers, invisible behind the dark lenses of my sunglasses, my eyes darting back and forth enraptured by the abundance of flesh on display, and my mind concocting fantasies about how my near, dear, neighbours will pleasure my little body.
It is my third day here. For the last two days I have been repeatedly ravaged by an Italian Stallion in tight white trunks, whose thick cock I have imagined sliding between the slippery grip of my petal-like lips as I bounce energetically, and a little uncontrollably, up and down on top of it. Unfortunately, today he is sat a little too far away for me to focus my greedy little eyes on his bulging swimwear. Today I will need to find a new lover.
My other lips, the ones positioned slightly below my sunglasses, release a small sigh of displeasure … I really had a very nice fantasy about my Italian cock involving dark alleys and rough walls that I was planning to explore today. It really is most inconsiderate of him to position himself so inconveniently far away.
I fidget a little in my lounger, let my eyes wander across my near neighbours and press my thighs together as a tiny recompense to make up for my disappointment. Things aren’t looking too promising today; there’s a family with two hyperactive boys, an aging French couple arguing loudly, a lone man with mottled skin and an undernourished physique, two fifty-something women whose swimming costumes stretch unnaturally to contain a lifetime spent returning to the buffet table, and a small posse of English lads who may have been perfect for a gangbang if their mouths weren’t so constantly full of lager and vulgarities.
There are still plenty of available sun loungers, however, and I am just contemplating whether I should risk the exposure of relocating to somewhere more central when I notice him and her picking their way down to my happy, little corner.
Oh they are a perfect couple and my eyes have paid attention to their various movements around the poolside over the last two days. You wouldn’t call him handsome or her pretty but they have a grace and confidence that, to a wallflower like me, gives them a beauty of character. I would give everything I am and anything I might become to be either one of them.
Happy again, I wiggle back into my sun lounger and bring my left leg up to hide my bikini clad pussy. Somehow, a hand ends up resting on the top of my right thigh whilst the naughty digits of its partner run their teasing nails along the soft flesh of my stomach just above my fabric covered pubic mound. I allow myself a tiny murmur of pleasure, stretch my body out beneath the warming sun and fix my eyes on a point just to the side of my beautiful couple … starring beyond them but taking in their every movement.
They’re no longer young but not yet old. Perhaps there is a fleck or two of grey in his hair or maybe his hairline sat a little further down his forehead five years previous. Certainly, he plays sports; Sunday football, a little squash or some tennis in the summer, but the post match beer is getting harder to shift and the legs don’t quite carry him around the court like they used to do.
Likewise, she swapped her eye shadow for eye cream and her lipstick for rejuvenating moisturiser a couple of years back, and although her wardrobe bulges at the seams half of it is too small or too short; though none of it dare be thrown away in case the next miracle diet really does shift those few extra pounds whilst still allowing a choccie biccie or two at elevenses.
Do they sound beautiful? Believe me they are. They may not be Venus and Adonis but they have a certainty and confidence in who they are and what they have become. They are happy, bright people who spread easy smiles and gentle bonhomie as they pad through their days … no angst for them; no hiding in corners watching and waiting for someone; anyone; to invite them to step out of the shadows and into the light.