The holiday

It was the last day of Linda's annual holiday to Majorca with her husband John and their son Ben, Linda was the bedroom of her suit within the plush 5 star resort, John and Ben were make the most of the free bar and she felt at a loose end.

Linda padded about the room looking for something to do, she had washed all of her clothes in anticipation of leaving the following day and the only thing she had dry was the red bikini top she was wearing and the almost see through red sarong that she would wear to the beach to covering modesty in one few times she wore bikini bottoms.

She looked at the material and as it had gold trim and she thought that it should be safe to wear with nothing underneath, she rapped in around her thin waist and tied it tight. Putting on a matching pair of flip flops she looked at herself in the mirror, her skin was slightly brown from the sun and had a shine from the factor 50 lotion that she wore to protect herself, her little nose had a few new freckles as did the top of her large breasts, but unless you looked very closely you couldn't see through the material.

Linda quickly realised that the sun may pass through the thin material of her sarong so she put more lotion on her hand and began to massage it into her white bits, as she did her fingers passed down her pubic hair and into her little slit, she felt her nub getting hard and it sent a shiver down her spine, John was going to get it tonight.

The outfit was sorted and she put her large sunglasses on and pulled her travel bag over her shoulder, she was good to go.