Gary and his wife Linda had decided to book a Lastminute break, to grab some late summer sun and have some respite from parent duties. With the kids safely lodged with her sister, they flew off to the Greek islands for a week of sun, sand and hopefully, lots of quality sex.
Linda did love a drink. So, the combination of warm weather, cheap booze, and no need to drive, meant that she could have a glass or two whenever the mood took her. Which was most of the time. This didn't usually cause any issues, as she could handle her alcohol well, especially if she stuck to wine and beer.
The best side benefit of Linda being well tanked, as far as Gary was concerned, was that she lost her inhibitions. Sober, she tended to be very strait-laced, refusing anything other than vanilla sex. But with an adequate quantity of fun juice flowing through her veins, she became altogether more chilled out and game for anything.
Spirits, on the other hand, had a strange effect on her. A couple of doubles got her really drunk. One or two more would often result in her passing out or being scarcely able to walk.
So, it was a bit of a fine balance between Linda being 'fun and up for anything' and being totally incapable of doing anything at all -- and potentially being quite embarrassing.
One evening, after they had eaten, the pair went to a nearby bar, had a couple of drinks and listened to some live music for a while. As it was still not that late, they decided to head on to a nearby cocktail bar, which was not yet very busy, and they both sat at the bar chatting to the barman. The barman talked enthusiastically about all the different cocktails they offered and suggested some for them to try.
Linda had clearly forgotten about the effect that spirits had on her. The barman suggested she try a Blowjob Shot -- a layered cocktail with cream on top. He then explained how it should be consumed. Both Gary and the barman were sniggering as Linda tried to pick up the glass in her mouth, with her hands behind her back. They laughed even more as they watched her gulping and swallowing the creamy liquid.
After sampling a large Sex on the Beach and an even larger Orgasm, Linda was soon swaying on her barstool, clearly the worse for wear.
Gary gently suggested that it was time to return to the apartment and led Linda out onto the street, which was quite busy with other tourists enjoying the warm evening and the local nightlife. Linda was struggling to walk in a straight line and Gary had to put his arm round her to support her. Even so, it was proving quite difficult to get her to walk properly.
After she had staggered for a couple of hundred yards, her legs suddenly buckled, and she collapsed onto the pavement. Gary tried to pick her up, but she was floppy and almost a dead weight. He was trying to lift her by putting his arms under her armpits but without success.
Gary stood up for a breather and saw a young woman standing beside him, who was looking concerned at Linda. "Is she OK?" she asked.
"Just had too much to drink," Gary replied.
Looking at her, Gary saw a slim, attractive young woman in her early 20s maybe, with nice long blonde hair, wearing a skimpy top and very, very short, ripped denim shorts. She looked as though she'd had quite a few drinks herself. The young woman decided to kneel down to try to speak to Linda, her pert little arse in the air.
Gary was delighted when he noticed that the young woman's shorts had been cut off so short, that the crotch consisted of no more than the seam of denim. She must have only been wearing a thong underneath, because the lips of her pussy were clearly visible on either side of the denim string. He could even see faint wisps of downy pubic hair peeking out from either side. Half of her gorgeous arse was peeking out of the bottom of her shorts.
He could have cheerfully steered his cock straight into her little tunnel, right there and then, but an idea was rapidly forming in his mind.
"Would you mind helping me to get her up, please?" Gary asked the young woman.
"Sure," she said. By putting an arm each under Linda's armpits, they managed to haul her up and stand her against the wall, but as soon as they let go, she was in danger of falling over again.
"Are you staying far away?" the young woman asked.
"We've got an apartment just up the road," Gary replied.
"Well, we can't just leave her propped up against the wall all night!" she joked. "I'll give you a hand to get her home."
With that, they walked, one either side of Linda, with her arms draped over their shoulders and their arms round her waist and made steady progress back towards the apartment. Gary was enjoying the feel of the young woman's arm touching his. Her bare skin felt soft and warm, and he was excited when he felt her hand on his arm, ostensibly to help support Linda, but he suspected she was enjoying the bodily contact as well.
"Thanks for your help," said Gary. "By the way, what's your name?" he asked.
"Melanie," the girl replied. "But just call me Mel. Everyone does." Gary introduced himself and they walked on.
They finally stumbled with Linda between them, through the door of the apartment and headed toward the bed, planning on dumping her safely there.
Linda suddenly roused a bit and tried to point at the bathroom... "I need a wee," she said, her voice slurred. Mel and Gary looked at each other. They realised she would never make it in there on her own, so they resumed their supportive walk into the bathroom.
Gary used one hand to lift the toilet seat and Linda immediately tried to flop into a seated position. She was wearing a knee-length summer dress and if left unaided, would probably have just sat there, and pissed through her panties and all over the back of her dress. Linda was swaying and clutching drunkenly, trying to lift her dress and pull her panties down at the same time.
"Mel, if I hold her up, can you pull her undies down please?" Mel giggled a bit, then reached up under Linda's dress with both hands and pulled her panties down and let them fall at her ankles. Then Mel lifted the dress and held it up round Linda's waist, to avoid it getting soaked.
"Ohh, she's shaved!" Mel exclaimed, peering closely at her naked pussy. "That looks so nice."
Gary grinned. "I did it earlier. Not a bad job, eh?"