Having finished one of the best showers I have possibly ever had, we dried ourselves off and then Tracy folded her towel and hung it on the rail, before walking back into her room stark naked as the day she was born. Following suit, I wandered back into the bedroom, only to be ushered back to my own room by a demanding Tracy.
"Nope, don't even think about it big boy. We've got the group breakfast before this morning's tour. I need to get ready, and you can't be here whilst I do. So, scram."
Playfully slapping her backside on my way past, I mock saluted her,
"Yes, Ma'am."
With that, I marched back into my bedroom, swinging my dick.
Getting ready as a bloke typically involves finding something that doesn't smell too bad, slapping on some aftershave, and then admiring oneself in as many mirrors as possible. The guy looking back at me looked good, and like the cat that had the cream with that daft grin all over my face - I'd have to tone that down for the rest of the day otherwise it would be a dead giveaway. I knocked on Tracy's door, and hollered,
"See you at breakfast, you filthy bitch."
Fred and a few others were at breakfast as I sauntered in, Being greeted by a chorus of 'Good morning' and 'Did you sleep well?'. A waitress appeared out of nowhere and poured me a coffee before asking what I wanted for breakfast.
Still munching through my breakfast, making small talk with my former classmates and their other halves, I was interested to see that Fred was very interested in Janine, and her voluminous chest. Janine was curvy, really curvy, and her chest had remained quite simply, legendary. This morning had seen Janine wear a plunging neckline vest top underneath a floaty shirt, displaying acres of cleavage, and had Fred wrapped around her little finger. Fred's attention was briefly dragged away from Janine's rib protectors as Tracy walked in.
My attention, was all entirely directed at Tracy. Short denim skirt, wedge heels, and a crisp white blouse, unbuttoned low enough to show cleavage and a hint at a bra. Tracy had curled her hair, and looked stunning. Again, a chorus of 'Good morning' from everybody, but this was also joined by 'You look fabulous, you'll have to tell me how to do your hair darling' from some of the ladies present. In the meantime, I'd received a nudge to the ribs from Alana, Darryl's wife,
"Honey, you can finish your toast now she's here."
Laughing, I chomped on the half slice of toast that had remained suspended just in front of my mouth since Tracy's entrance.
"I didn't think anyone noticed."
"Honey, it has been obvious to everyone since last night."
Tracy had joined another table, and I was a little disappointed (if not devastated), and spent her breakfast making the entire table laugh at regular intervals, but this soon came to a close when Michael stood up, and clinking his glass with a spoon called for silence.
"Good morning one and all," began Michael "I'm so happy to see that you'v all made it to breakfast, clearly we have not all lost the ability to consume large amounts of alcohol and still make it to breakfast." Gentle chuckles from his crowd, Michael had always had a knack for public speaking.
"Today sees us set out on our first excursion in the morning, so the bus leaves the hotel at 09:30, so that gives us half an hour to get ready before departure."
With that, he picked up something from the table and left. People then drifted off, and I chatted with Alana and Darryl as they made ready to leave for the day trip to the local mall, something that had not thrilled me in any shape, way or form. My plans were to hit the pool, enjoy the all-inclusive deal I'd managed to get, and enjoy the eye-candy soaking up the rays, so I was in no rush to leave. Darryl and Alana excused themselves, leaving me alone, and when I looked up towards Tracy's table, so had she. Picking up my phone, I'd no messages from Tracy, but having been given her number last night, there was nothing stopping me from sending her a message.
'Hi, going to hit the pool this morning. You looked beautiful this morning. D'
Returning to my room, I changed into my swimming shorts, re-admired myself in the mirror, and took a selfie in the mirror and sent it to Tracy. Picking up my towel, I left my room and headed for the hotel pool. Passing a number of fellow guests heading off to shop at the mall, I wished them well - shopping didn't do it for me. However, I was disappointed that Tracy would be away.
Finding a prime spot by the pool was simple, one where the sun would not be in my eyes whilst I admired the eye candy. Few others had realised this and I had the pick of the loungers. Laying out my towel, I checked my phone, still nothing, and lied back. Closing my eyes, my mind wandered back to Tracy and our encounters, the warm sun helping me ease into a comfortable state. The trouble was going to be ensuring that I turned at regular intervals.
An hour or so later, I decided that it was time for an hour in the pool, checking the time on my phone, I peeled myself off the lounger and walked over to the pool, rinsing myself off at the shower before dropping into the deep end. Personally, I was impressed at what Michael had managed to find, the hotel was terrific, and I was glad I'd spent the money to come and catch up with my former classmates. Kicking off from the edge, I started swimming, being an enthusiastic but not world class swimmer, all I was interested in was time spent going back and forth for an hour.
Passing a very pleasant hour in the sun, in the pool, I'd noticed the poolside becoming busier, and it was clearly time to get out and admire the pool-candy. On the radio a long time ago, I'd heard one of the DJs say 'how come all the pretty girls are solar powered?', I'd laughed at the time, but as I'd got older, it did seem more and more accurate. Towelling off, I checked my phone and Tracy had responded a good while ago.
'Thanks, you scrub up well too.'
'God you look good in speedos.'
'Shopping at the moment. Will come to the pool as soon as I get back.'
Taking a subtle photo of my nearby guests, I sent it to Tracy.
'My view'
Getting an immediate response from Tracy, who'd sent me a selfie of herself in the mirror of a changing room in some ridiculously hot lingerie. Then immediately followed by a nude selfie, and to complete the hat-trick - a follow up to the nude selfie with a finger in her pussy.
My response, was simple, four seperate texts.
'O'
'M'
'F'
'G'
Putting my phone down, I realised that I'd have to start sunbathing on my front, Tracy took a wickedly sexy selfie. Thinking about the quick series she'd sent me, I happily spent the next hour catching rays (and sneaking a look at the photos at regular intervals) and grinning like the village idiot.
Lunch beckoned, and with the all-inclusive, it was time to go get a bite to eat. Wandering back to my room to dress (it was a classy hotel) for lunch, I couldn't help but look at the photos Tracy had sent me when I was struck with an idea, a selfie of my own. Taking inspiration from the hot photos, I let nature take over, pulled my speedos down, and with a little encouragement, I quickly stood to attention. Posing, I took a few shots and sent them off to Tracy. Getting dressed, not an easy job with my erection, I returned to the restaurant, again with an inane grin on my face.
Dining with some of the couples, I felt my phone vibrate a number of times, but being polite, didn't yank it out of my pocket. Clearly Tracy wasn't ready to announce to the rest that we'd hooked-up, and being so far from home, I could kind of agree with her. It was torture knowing that Tracy had probably sent me something, probably filthy, and it was there just waiting for me to look. Making my excuses at the end of lunch, I literally scurried back to my room, before looking at my phone.
'FUCK, you look good enough to eat.'
'I still can't believe I took all that'
'In both holes'
'Look at what you are doing to me...'
