Opening gambits

Sophie nibbled at a light lunch. Big green olives that she liked to roll around her mouth, savouring them, before biting through and letting the sun ripened juice flood into her. The analogy wasn’t lost on her, or her partner. Some more local dishes too which were exotic, tasty but with occasional fearfully spicy hotness that surprised her and cause her cheeks to flush red. Her discomfort amused him.

Although it was waiter service, she walked to the bar to order more gin. There was a couple seated at the bar that she recognised from around the pool earlier. She nodded and gave a friendly greeting while she caught the barman’s eye. As the woman looked away briefly out of the corner of her eye she saw the man (her husband, she wondered ?) sneakily appraise her, his eyes flicking along the brief length of her body. She ordered the drinks and deliberately turned quickly, so as to catch him out. He was flustered but recovered well as Sophie engaged him and his wife, so it turned out, in small talk. Americans, here on an extended break between jobs, both older than her but still young. He kept checking Sophie out on the sly and she used this as an opportunity to look over his wife. Taller than her, she looked a natural redhead, with a smattering of freckles already from the Indian sun, although Sophie’s dirty mind couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like ‘down there’. She had a fuller figure than Sophie, too, although her breasts weren’t huge. Wide hips and a full bottom. Sophie didn’t often go with women but she couldn’t help but find her attractive from her plump kissable lips to the cloudy blue eyes.

She was suddenly acutely aware that she hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation, maybe it was the cocktails in this heat, and that the woman’s husband had asked her a question. She apologised and then hesitated over an answer when he repeated his subtle enquiry as to the relationship between Sophie and her travelling companion. Fishing.

Sophie swivelled on her barstool to face him as she sought a distraction, opening her legs as she did so and causing him to focus on the nexus of her thighs as her sarong parted and her swimsuit gaped. This gave her the opportunity, his gaze lingered as she opened and closed slowly, and the awkwardness of the question was passed. She was able to turn the conversation to other matters as she appraised him. Tall with long dark hair. She liked that on a man. Worked in the media industry (hence the hair, she wondered) a recent promotion giving him the time, and money, for this break. Long limbed, long fingers, her mind wandered again as they talked, imagined those thin fingers exploring intimate regions. Which took her mind to his cock, as she checked out his swimming shorts she wondered: was his cock similarly long and thin? Smooth she reckoned. Cut she surmised since most of the Americans she’d slept with had been circumcised. She now has an image of his long slender penis, skin cut back to reveal a proud head that begged to be kissed, burning in her gin addled brain as she assessed this attractive man. She knew she wanted to fuck him, to feel that (imagined) cock thrust deep inside her, but wondered if, and how, she could make it happen.

They parted soon after as she returned to her table and thence to the pool but had agreed to meet up, maybe for drinks, maybe for dinner. She kissed him softly on both cheeks in the French manner as they parted. This gave her a chance to savour the smell of his cologne and give him the chance to look down the front of her swimsuit. She placed her hand on his wife’s hand briefly as a farewell gesture but let her fingers trace softly over it as she slid away. Suggestive, she hoped.

Early afternoon, she decided to sunbathe before swimming again and had an idea. Her man sat reading again, nearby so, not wishing to disturb him but also looking for an opportunity to excite the gossips she gestured to the life guard with her sun lotion while giving her most endearing smile and some puppy eyes.

He came over and she lay on her front as she handed him the bottle. Supine, she relaxed as he smoothed the cream on her back and arms, before reaching back and slipping the straps of her costume down, giving him wider access to her whole back, while affording onlookers the briefest glimpse of her perky tits as the costume sagged before she casually covered them again.

When he asked whether she wanted the backs of her legs done she just lifted her head and raised her eyebrows to question whether there was an alternative and relaxed her face into her forearms again as he went about his task.

She lost herself in the smooth motion of his hands on her thighs, knees, and calves as he smoothed the lotion on. He started working his way back up again but hesitated as he reached her thighs. Through slitted eyes she watched him check whether her partner was watching before daring to move higher. She parted her thighs slowly, invitingly, as he did so. Still checking whether they were being watched, he got bolder as he moved higher and her thighs gaped more, moving to the inside of her thighs. He rubbed slowly up and down and she gave him a reassuring glance as she moved to make access even easier. His hand was now hidden from sight between her legs where her swimsuit slipped easily to one side and allowed him sneaky access to lips that were now wet and inviting. He looked over his shoulder again briefly before sliding his fingers over, then up and down her lips (‘yesss!’, she sighed). It would be so easy, she mused, to let him slip a finger inside her. Despite herself her knees bent up slightly as he rubbed her cautiously, possibly giving the game away. Sophie tuned her head the other way on her arms so she could face the other holidaymakers. Her eyes looked closed but she could see some of the women looking suspicious at this unseemly activity. She came easily sometimes and with this stranger’s finger inside her in such a public place it would be quick if he crooked his finger inside her to stroke her g spot, maybe and touch her clitoris with his thumb, she would come with a little whimper, biting her own forearm and jerking her knees up slight. She turned back to look at him as he rubbed slippery fingers over her lips, feeling waves start to sweep over her as her imagination ran riot. he was such a lovely boy.

Back from her reverie, opening her eyes fully, she turned to catch the women turn their heads away quickly, scandalised. She turned to the lifeguard and gave him a beaming smile as she placed a small hand on his strong wrist. ‘Thank you so much honey’. She would make sure he was repaid, one way or another and, seeing the bulge in his shorts as he stood and departed, she could certainly think of more than one way. A familiar little spasm between her legs as she fleetingly conjured up an image of her kneeling before him in his security hut, his shorts down as she took him in her mouth and felt him unload vigorously between her lips.

Relaxed, she dozed for a little in the sun while before she stretched and stood, slipping her costume back in to place in one smooth movement. Suddenly on tippy toes on the edge of the pool, knowing full well that eyes were glued to her small bottom that tensed before she dived once more into the refreshing water. Once more, she pounded smoothly up and down the pool, possibly with more determination this time before heaving herself out, breathing heavily, to stand before her man who had swooped to smother her in a towel. Briskly, he rubbed her down with the soft towel and she could have kissed him, but that would have given the game away.

It was Late afternoon now, so they retired to their rooms to get ready for the evening. Once inside he door, she stripped her costume off immediately, causing him to slap her bottom gently and comment on the blush of tan from the day’s sun. She giggled playfully and made a comment about getting an all over tan before skipping to the bathroom where he could watch her shower away the chlorine and the sun protection. She enjoyed watching him watch her in the shower. She did nothing lewd, although sometimes she was sorely tempted, rather she got a lovely warm glow from watching this old man looking at her nakedness and, judging from the swelling in his shorts, he liked it too.

That evening they met up with the American couple. They were terrific company and they chatted, and drank some rather fine champagne, thanks to her benefactor, she noticed. She had worn a simple black cocktail dress that showed off her tiny figure and glowing skin to good effect. She got several admiring glances from the man and also an occasional look from his wife. She couldn’t be sure of her interest but that didn’t stop Sophie from imagining those long America legs twined around her as she fed on the tongue passionately thrust inside her mouth, as she masturbated in her bed that evening, the arms of her old man wrapped around her, his erection firm in the small of her back. ‘If only he would’, she pouted, but slipped away to sleep.