The Robinson's had arrived at their hotel for what they hoped would be a holiday of a lifetime. As it turned out they weren't far wrong.
Jim Robinson had received a whopping bonus from work for all his efforts during the Pandemic, he had almost kept the small company afloat by himself, and when his wife of twenty-one years, Janet, came into a small inheritance, they decided to put it to good use.
There were another couple of reasons as well. Jim and Janet's children, well young men now, were all finally about to leave the nest and head off to university, and it would be Janet's forty-fifth birthday whilst they were away, so there was plenty of other things to celebrate as well.
Andrew, or Andy, was the eldest of the 'boys' and was now twenty and already at university, and his twin brothers, Max and Freddie, had just turned eighteen and left Secondary School and would also be heading off to university after the summer holidays. So, it would be the last time the family might all be together.
The holiday they booked was an all-action Watersports holiday at an exclusive all-inclusive resort in the south of France, just an hour or so along the coast from Nice. They were a very sporty family, and it had been Janet's idea to book this place because of the wide range of activities, not only on the water that were also available.
It was early afternoon when they arrived and got checked into the Hotel. The boys had been given a family room on the fifth floor which contained a king-sized bed, and a pull-out bed-settee, which Andy quickly commandeered. Jim and Janet had booked themselves a suite on the top floor as a treat to themselves.
They agreed to meet again at six-thirty to go down for dinner where they would then discuss what activities they would like to book up. At the said time, Jim and Janet knocked on the boy's room. Janet made the excuse of wanting to check and make sure that they hadn't already turned it into a pigsty and sent the four men down to the dining hall where she said she would meet them shortly. The boys tried to protest and laugh it off, but their mother insisted, so too much amusement they headed downstairs with their dad, whilst Janet 'frisked' the room but joined them very shortly after.
They stuffed themselves silly on the fabulous buffet that was available, not realising just how hungry they were after their journey, and they spent some time deciding just what and when they would book up the activities they would like to do.
By nine o'clock the days travelling was catching up with them and they decided to retire to their rooms and get a good night's sleep, so they would be better prepared for the coming day.
However, once in their room, the boys quickly switched the TV on and using their phones were able to hook up the Internet onto the TV and they began to search for some Porn. Andy grabbed a beer from the not inconsiderable stock of alcohol that sat on top of the dressing table and headed out on to the balcony. Looking down he could see much of the resort spread out and lit up below him. It looked fabulous and he was looking forward to trying out the activities, and also some of the hot scantily clad females that he was sure would be scattered around the resort.
"You certainly don't look like a boy to me," came the soft sultry female voice off to Andy's right, and he turned to see who was there, but all he could see was a shape dressed in white sitting on a chair in the darkened corner of the unlit balcony next door.
"I can see I'm going to have to have a word with my mother! She told me we had three boys next door to us," continued the voice, in what Andy had figured out the be an Eastern European accent, as the shape now stood and began to move towards him.
The shape got to within ten feet, before the light spilling out from Andy's room lit up the face.
"Holy Shit!" he gasped, as he recognised just who the female was, and why the voice had appeared slightly familiar to him.
"You're Silvia Saint!" blurted out Andy in disbelief, then he saw a very obvious distressed look spread over the gorgeous features.
"Sorry, I don't know who she is," replied the woman, as she reached the short wall between the two balconies.
Then Andy scored a hole in one.
"My apologies, Ms. Tomcalova," replied Andy very sincerely, "I didn't recognise you at first."
At the sound of her own name Silvie, smiled appreciatively.
"My, now I am really impressed," she breathed huskily, as she reached out to take Andy's bottle of beer and took a small sip.
"Ms. Tomcalova, I would not be boasting if I said I was your number one fan!" replied a still shocked and dumbfounded Andy, and he grinned like a child in a sweetie shop.
"Please, call me Silvie," the woman insisted, "But now you have me at a disadvantage, I don't know who my number one fan is?" she purred.
"Andy,.... Andy Robinson," replied the young man, whose eyes were desperately trying to keep fixed on Silvie's beautiful face, framed by her famous blonde locks which cascaded down onto her shoulders rather than being held in her regular tight ponytail. But Andy failed miserably as his eyes swept up and down the woman's body. As with most, his eyes appeared to be drawn to her fabulous breasts which stood proudly on Silvie's chest, tightly encased in her white sheath bodycon dress, her nipples vaguely visible as they stiffened slightly.
"Well, Andy," purred Silvie, as she passed his bottle back, "What makes you think you're my number one fan?" she queried.
Immediately Andy blushed beetroot, not even the dim lights on the balcony could hide his embarrassment.
Andy sighed, then blurted out his shame.
"I must have watched all your videos, thousands of times!"
"My, my, Andy," whispered Silvie, "You must know every inch of my body,..... intimately!" she breathed.
"Oh God!" groaned Andy, "I'm sorry!" he apologised.
"Are you really?" enquired Silvie, "Did you not enjoy looking at me?"
"Oh Yes! You are so beautiful!" replied Andy, trying to retrieve the situation.
"Well, I am deeply honoured and pleased that you enjoyed yourself," answered Silvie, as she leant a bit more over the wall, pushing her breasts out further towards Andy.
"So, who are the other two 'boys' with you?" Silvie queried, looking towards the patio doors onto the balcony.
"My twin brothers, Max and Freddie, they're in there watching porn," grinned Andy, "Most likely you, actually," he suggested.
"Mmmmmm!" hummed Silvie, thinking to herself.
"I love to go dancing," she suggested, "But the idea of going down to the Disco fills me with dread. I'd just get mauled by all those disgusting old farts who'd want to fuck me," Silvie continued, trying to sow a seed.
