George

Apart from getting a lot of attention on the beach. The next day was pretty quiet. That was in part thanks to the fact that both of them were quite hungover. They bumped into their neighbours a couple of times and they were always eager to stop and chat for a bit. Especially Shaun who would literally push Geroge out of the way to get close to her.

That evening they spent a quiet night at the apartments. Mateyo seemed to have a barbeque and was grilling fish while his son ran the bar. They enjoyed some wonderfully fresh fish and salad while enjoying the night air and some grandpa-like figure playing the guitar. It turned out to be quite a romantic evening.

Helen woke up early the next day feeling a whole lot more refreshed than the previous day. Mike was still sleeping and she made herself a coffee and took it outside dressed in her satin gown. There was a bench just outside that she planned to sit on but someone was already on it. It turned out to be George.

“Do you mind if I join you?” she said, making George jump.

“Hi, er, no, please sit down. I was just going anyway,” he stammered.

Helen thought it was cute how flustered he was and wasn’t convinced that he was actually wanting to go. “You don’t have to. Keep me company for a bit,” she said as she sat next to him.

“Okay, I guess I could stay for a bit.” She saw him smile shyly to himself.

“Are you enjoying your holiday?” she asked.

“I guess.”

“Oh dear, that doesn’t sound very convincing.”

“The holiday’s okay, it’s the company I’m struggling with,” he said dejectedly.

“Did you have an argument with your friends?”

“No, most of the guys are okay it’s just Shaun. He’s my cousin. He planned the trip. I know he didn’t want me to come but his parents made him take me. The others all think he’s cool so when he’s around they all take his side.”

“Poor thing,” she said, resting her hand on his knee. “It sounds like you need better friends.”

He flinched a little when she touched him but he tried to play it cool. “We live in a small town, there aren't a lot of choices. Next year I’ll be far from there. Just got to save some money then I’ll be going to university in Stockholm.”

“Wow, that sounds exciting. What do you lot have planned for today?”

“The guys are going on a boat trip but I don’t like drinking as much as them so I didn’t bother. I was just going to take a walk and see what I found. They’ll probably sleep until then, I was just trying to plan my route.”

Helen patted his knee. “Why don’t you hang out with me today?”

“W-what?” He looked utterly confused.

“I like you, George, I think you are cute. You remind me of my Husband when he was younger. Let’s hang out. It will make Shaun massively jealous. I’ve seen the way he tries to get my attention.”

“What about your husband?”

“He can come too. I wasn’t going to leave him on his own but I think he likes you too anyway. None of the other boys even looked at him but you were polite. Those manners deserve to be repaid.”

“I don’t know,” he said, unsure of how to handle the situation.

“I do, I’m not taking no for an answer. Would you rather hang out with me or go for a walk on your own.?”

“Hang out with you,” he said quietly, blushing.

“Perfect. Hey, let’s go for a swim before it gets busy by the pool,” she said.

“Okay.” He seemed happier with the idea now.

“Great. I’m going to get changed. Grab what you need for the day then you don’t have to deal with those friends of yours. I’ll meet you by the pool.”

They went their separate ways and Helen slipped on her swimsuit and grabbed her pool bag. She gently shook Mike awake. “I invited George to hang out with us today, I hope you don’t mind.”

“George?” asked Mike in a sleepy voice. “Oh, the kid from the group next door. Why?”

“I don’t think his friends are very nice and he was on his own today. I bet his friends might get jealous when they found out. I thought it would be fun.”

“Okay love, do you need me?”

“No, you sleep. We are just going to the pool. Join us when you are up. Maybe you could bring us some breakfast?”

“Yea, okay.” As soon as she had said to sleep he was already drifting back off.

Helen made sure she had everything and headed out.

George was already there. They threw their stuff on a couple of loungers that were in the morning sun. Helen slipped off her sarong and dived into the pool. “Are you coming?” she asked and George dived in after her.

They splashed around for a bit and Helen said “Do you want to race? I could do with the workout.”

George agreed and they decided on eight lengths as the pool wasn’t that long. George won easily and had her beat by a full length. He waited for her to finish. She touched the side and came up breathing heavily. “You thrashed me,” she said. “You are a good swimmer.”

“I actually do quite a lot of exercise,” said George. “I go to the pool every week, I like to go hiking and I cycle everywhere but I never put on any bulk. I’m always skinny.”

“Your body is fine. You just need to stand up straight. Shall we try again? Give me a head start this time.”

They raced again but George gave her a full-length lead before he began. The finish was close but George had the lead. Helen reached out and tried to grab him to pull him back. He kept going despite her grabbing ahold of him. He came up for air and she was still holding him. She playfully batted him on the chest. “I nearly beat you.”

“That was some dirty cheating there.”

“Couldn’t you have let the lady win?”

“If I didn’t bring my best would I really be respecting you as a woman?”

“Sod that. I wanted to win,” Helen laughed.

They got out and went to dry off. The day was already getting warm and the sun was getting hot. Helen threw some sunscreen at him and said “Give me a hand?” She lay on her front and unfastened her top.

George couldn’t believe his luck and he bit back his nerves and put some cream on her back. Helen enjoyed the feeling of the young man’s hands on her body. He was getting turned on. She hadn’t had her morning session in the shower so was quite ready for pleasure. As his hands roamed over her back and down her sides she couldn’t help but hum slightly at the stimulation. As he started to do her legs she could tell that he was being reticent to get too close to her privates. “Make sure you get it everywhere and she wiggled her tush at him.”

“O-okay,” she stammered and she felt his hands move up onto her behind, the tips of his fingers just creeping slightly under the edge.

She got up and rolled over, her breasts now fully exposed. She caught him staring at her breasts and he snapped himself out of it and handed her the bottle. “It’s okay, you can keep going,” she said sweetly and lay back. He did her arms first and then her lower legs. He then realised that he had done all the safe areas and gulped as he moved up to do her thighs. “Make sure you get right up to the bikini. I don’t want burnt bits,” she said.

Her thighs parted slightly to allow his hands to get right between them. His fingers brushed against her crotch as he covered her upper thigh. She let out an involuntary moan of pleasure.

“Sorry,” George said hastily.

“Mmm, not a problem. I asked you to get everywhere.”

“Right,” he spotted her tattoo and decided to ask her about it. “Why do you have the word naughty tattooed just here?”

“Keep applying that lotion and I’ll tell you,” she said. He began to put cream on her toned belly and hips. “Remember I need the cream everywhere,” she reminded him and he got the gist of what she meant as he looked at her pretty breasts and pale pink nipples. “If you must no, it represents a rebirth I went through. I was raised by what was essentially a religious cult and was super conservative. My darling husband helped me realise that I wasn’t the woman I had been brought up to be and I much preferred being naughty. Speaking of which, you can stop circling, I want you to touch them.”

He wasn’t about to get clearer consent and he rubbed her breasts. “Mmm, that’s nice. Take your time.”

Helen began to wriggle at the sensation of having her breasts played with. There weren’t many people at the pool yet but they weren’t alone. She didn’t look but she suspected that someone would notice. The trouble was, she was getting a bit too worked up. “Thanks, George, I’ll take it from here.” He quickly pulled his hands away and moved to the recliner next to her. She spotted a sizable tent in the front of his shorts which he quickly covered with a towel. She grabbed the cream and put some on her face.

“Hello, you two,” said Mike “I brought some pastries.”

Helen looked up at him, “Hello my love.” She then looked at George “That was good timing,” she said to him. George smiled guiltily.

“What do you mean?” asked Mike.

“I was just telling George how hungry I was.”