As the holiday progressed and we got a little more used to the heat, we started to stay out later at the local bars and restaurants. We had a favourite where we would usually end up at the end of the evening. I didn’t mind the place at all as there was a stunning blonde English waitress working there, the type you couldn’t help but stare at as she was so beautiful. Needless to say Joan didn’t miss me looking at her one night, and a small argument ensued between us. To cut it a bit short, she went to sit by Rob and Claire, leaving me with some of our other friends.
Knowing Joan had no money on her I went to ask her if she wanted a drink. She was still in a right mood and didn’t reply, only to ask Claire if she would accompany her to the toilet (why do women have to go to the toilet in twos?).
When they left, Rob told me that she was really pissed at me because I had a wandering eye. I offered him some money to buy her a few drinks, but he told me to forget it, that he’d get her one if she wanted.
As the night turned into the early hours and we were all quite merry, we made our way back to our apartments.
I could see Joan was a bit the worse for wear and offered to help, to which she replied, “You haven’t bothered all night. Rob can help me just fine.”
Claire then grabbed my hand and said, “OK, leave them to it. Rob will make sure she’s ok. Let’s not spoil a good night by arguing.”
She then started to drag me away shouting behind her, “We’ll get the drinks ready. Hurry up and catch up!”
To which Rob replied, “Carry on, we won’t be far behind you.”
When we got back to the apartment, we realised that we both had the key cards. We looked at each other and laughed, knowing they wouldn’t be able to get in without having to knock.
Claire went to her room to change and I went to use the toilet. When I came out of the bathroom, I couldn’t help but peep through the slightly open door to Claire's room as I passed. She had her back to me, and had a really nice rounded bottom. I was a bit too late because as I watched, she pulled up a pair of light cotton trousers.
I went out onto the balcony with the drinks and waited for Claire and the others to join me. When Claire joined me outside, I told her that I was a bit worried about the that state Joan was in and that Rob might be struggling to get her back to the apartment on his own.
I then said that I was going to check to and see that they were okay.
As I looked over the open stairway, down the road, there was no sign of them, so I proceeded down the concrete stairs from the apartments.
It’s hard to explain the stairs but I will try, they were very similar to the type of staircases we get here, in the UK in multi-storey car parks. Stairs, platform, stairs, platform etc, with the actual stairs underneath each other and inside the actual frame of the building.
As I neared the ground level I could hear voices, Rob and Joan.
I looked over the edge and could see Rob behind Joan, helping her up the concrete steps, as I was about to go down to help him, I heard Joan say, “Stop it or I’ll tell Claire!”
As I looked over again, I could see Rob behind Joan with his arms under Joan’s and his hands were on her tits, helping her up the steps. She didn’t seem to mind his groping that much and did not put up much of a fight, only to say that and giggle.
As I continued to watch them from above I could see Rob looking about to make sure there was no one else around, and then continued to massage my wife’s tits whilst using his groin to lift and push her up the next step.
When they arrived at the first landing, I watched as he propped her up against the wall, then struggled to turn her around without her sliding down.
I had the same feeling in my stomach as I did when I saw him outside my room with his cock out. I knew that I should go and stop what might happen, but I was also incredibly turned on, wondering what might happen. I chose to wait and see.
As I watched them, he moved his right hand to the front of her shorts while trying to kiss her, but she kept moving her head from side to side. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but whatever it was didn’t stop Rob from planting his lips right on hers. To my horror and surprise she stopped moving her head and started kissing him back. By this time his hand was now rubbing her pussy through her thin cotton shorts.
I stood there watching them, stroking my cock over my trousers, looking around me to make sure there was no one watching me.
As I continued to watch them, Rob unbuttoned her shorts and slid his hand down the front of them to her pussy, I watched as she opened her legs a little as Rob’s hand went to work on her. I could see by the movement of his arm and wrist that he must have his fingers inside her, pushing them in as far as he could.
All of a sudden I heard a door close and I spun around. It wasn’t anyone on my floor, and when I looked back over to Rob and Joan, he had removed his hand and was just propping her up against the wall. I could hear footsteps so decided to retreat to our room, thinking that they would soon follow after almost being caught.
When I got into the apartment, Claire was fast asleep on the balcony. I decided not to disturb her and just wait for Rob and Joan to arrive. I was so anxious that I couldn’t wait and went back to the door to check on their progress. There was no sign of them so I decided to go back down the stairs again as quietly as I could. I found them on the landing, two stories below, in pretty much the same position which I had left them in on the landing below that one.