Have you ever just seen a woman walk past and feel your heart skip a beat? I was on vacation in the Dominican Republic. My company had sent me down to check on one of our factories down there and put me up into a nice all inclusive resort hotel for a few days, so when my assignment was over I decided to make it a solid week and stay by the pool for a few days to catch some sun and drink some nice rum. Of course, staying out of the cold climate of home was always an added bonus, as were all of the bodies by the pool. After several days of work I needed to relax with a good book.
One of the nice things about the Caribbean is the variety of women that go down there. As I set up my spot by the pool and settled in with my book, and of course my reflective sunglasses I was treated to a display of bodies I didn't get to see in the cold of winter. For quite some time I did not turn a page of my book as I was too busy checking out all of the women who came to sun themselves at poolside. Most of them were mothers and had children in tow. One couple set up very close to me and I was treated to a stunning Italian woman slowly stripping off her shorts and short to reveal perfect C cup breasts barely contained in a striped black and green bikini and a full, round ass to match. It was hard not to stare when she stretched out her long body on her chair and started to rub herself down with lotion. I was close enough to see the lotion glistening on her already olive skin and her flowing black hair just completed the package. Unfortunately she also had a husband with her.
One of the problems of being by yourself at these places was meeting people, especially when your primary language is English. It was easy to spot the Americans and Canadians, but normally the more attractive women were from Europe and South America, and my Spanish and French were not up to par. However, that didn't mean I couldn't try but really that's not what I was there for. Plus, finding a woman that you could flirt with that didn't have a husband or boyfriend close at hand was a challenge as well. After the first day I had resigned myself to stroking myself while picturing my Italian beauty riding my cock with her breasts moving slowly above me.
Of course, one of the positive things about these resorts was that they get new people in every day. It is easy to spot them because they show up at the pool white as ghosts and usually fry themselves red on the first day. It was the second day that she walked onto the pool deck and I almost dropped my book when she walked by. It was obviously a family from another country and with the French I heard it could only be France. Two little girls and an older one of probably 10 plus a mother and father. But it was who walked with the youngest girls' hand in hers that made me stare. She was obviously young, with the flawless body that only comes with lack of age. Her dirty blonde hair flowed in light curls over her shoulders. Her small breasts were encased in a black bikini top and pushed together for a hint of cleavage and her lower body was wrapped in a see through sarong that showed the hint of her ass encased in a black bikini bottom to match. The most stunning thing was her ice blue eyes and her full, red lips. Her skin was already slightly dark and she had no flaws anywhere. As she walked by slowly I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
Luckily the family could only put their things on the chairs just within my line of sight, and I was treated to this young girl slowly stripping off her sarong to reveal a tight, firm ass barely covered by a French cut bikini bottom. She was obviously the nanny, and over the next hour I was treated to her sliding her firm young body in and out of the pool, splashing and playing and then lying in the sun after a while to tan her gorgeous body. I probably didn't even turn a page in my book. However, there was no way I could approach her while the whole family was around. Plus I had no idea how old she was and didn't want to get into any trouble of course. I decided to head over to the pool bar and when I got up and stretched I noticed her eyes on me. I am only 30 and keep myself in very good shape, and I'm sure my tan from already being there for a while didn't hurt. I had found more than one wife or girlfriend checking me out as I walked around the pool. I made sure to look at her and smile slightly so that she knew I had seen her. She immediately looked away but not before a smile broke out on her lips as well. That's when I knew that she was looking at me as well.
For the rest of the afternoon I made sure that I was always in the area near her, and had an opportunity to speak to her after a ball came flying over to me. As I walked over she accepted it with a "merci" and I made sure she noticed me devouring her body with my eyes as I responded in my broken French. All I could think of to say was "you are magnificent" and she blushed, but I could tell that she didn't think it was too forward because she smiled, dropped her eyes and lightly ran away, flashing her gorgeous ass as she jumped into the pool. My cock was getting hard just watching her. I started to think about a plan so that I could see if she was interested in some companionship without the family around. Seducing younger girls is always either totally impossible or very easy in my experience, I was hoping she would be in the latter category. However, it was not going to be easy with her employers and charges around. I had a feeling though after those first few flirtatious looks that there was more to this girl than met the eye. When she looked at me and I smiled, she got a mischievous glint in her ice blue eyes and more than once I knew she was positioning herself so that I could see her stretch her long lean body and push her breasts out. Maybe this was a French girl who was interested in a little bit of fun after all.
The evening found me at one of the restaurants, and I had the fortune to have her family walk in twenty minutes after I arrived. My position didn't allow me to see her, but when I went up to the salad bar she was there. I smiled at her again and tried some more of my broken French, asking about the food. She barely said anything but still smiled. Her thin frame was encased in a pair of tight beige Capri pants and a light blue halter top, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra but her thong underwear peeked out from her pants as she walked away, a little bit of a shimmy in her hips as she looked over her shoulder at me. The kids were obviously going to bed after dinner and I was hoping to run into her at the show. After dinner I proceeded to the event but saw no sign of her. Disappointed, I decided to head to the "disco" bar to have one final drink before bed. When I walked in it was crowded and smoky, so I knew I wouldn't stay long.
Maybe there would be another older woman to flirt with who could actually speak English and that would help to kill my time there because I didn't feel like going to bed just yet. Walking to the bar and taking a long look around there were a couple of enticing looking women around but again, they all had partners with them or were part of large groups. I was standing at the bar thinking about what to do next when a body pushed up against me and I turned to see a pair of icy blue eyes I had been staring at all day. My face immediately broke out into a big smile. Not knowing what to say, I merely introduced myself and started trying to make conversation with my broken French. The good thing was that her English was just as bad as my French so we played with each other through language. After a few minutes I forgot the rest of the bar was even there. Every time she smiled and played with her hair my cock grew just a little bit harder, but I had a feeling it was the wrong time to make any sort of move. Instead I began to flirt, lightly touching her arms and keeping my body close to hers as we tried to talk. I found out that she was an au pair for the family she was with, and confirmed that she was 18 and a student in university. She was very interested in my country and had always wanted to visit there. When I asked about boyfriends she simply blushed and shook her head. Not much was said beyond usual basic talk but her body language was driving me crazy. She was leaning her body against me the whole time and her perky breasts pushed against my arm. Occasionally I would run my fingers up and down her upper arms and she would shiver. I think she knew how hard I was because it was hard to hide my raging erection in my loose khaki pants, and being this close to her was enough to let me throw caution to the wind.