The breeze coming off the sea felt cool on Lauren's skin. She had spent the day enjoying the sun on the beach and the movement of the air tingled as it found the places her loose-fitting summer evening dress did not cover.
She looked across the restaurant table at her husband and smiled. As usual she felt his eyes on her, admiring her. No-one made her feel as sexy as Simon. She saw him drag his eyes upwards from her ample cleavage and smiled himself as he realised he had been caught again.
"See anything you like?" Lauren asked.
"You know I do," he replied. "You look stunning."
Lauren felt the thrill she always felt when Simon told her that. She knew the effect her curves had on him, but she did so love it when he told her and admired her so obviously in public. She was glad that getting away for a few days in the Spanish sun together allowed her to wear clothes that showed off her body in the ways that he liked.
As she enjoyed the feeling of Simon's eyes wandering back to her breasts, the young waiter approached to offer them more drinks. Lauren looked him up and down, as she had done earlier, when they were first seated. He was probably in his late-twenties and had shaved his hair very close, a look that Lauren found very attractive. He also had a lovely smile and what seemed to be an energetic physique. He had introduced himself as Miguel.
Miguel took their order and moved away again, followed by Lauren's gaze on his taut behind as he walked towards the bar.
"You like him," Simon said to her.
It was Lauren's turn to be caught and she smiled again. "He's cute."
"Go for it then." said Simon. "You know I love you to have fun."
Lauren looked a little doubtful. "Do you think I should? I know we've played a bit with others, but I've never picked up a man in a restaurant before. What if he doesn't like me?"
Simon stifled a laugh. "Laur, you have nothing to worry about on that score. Every time he comes near he can barely tear his eyes away from the view the front of your dress is giving him. Not that I can blame him. It's quite an arresting view. I'm having the same trouble myself.
"If you want to, it's fine with me. In fact, I'm expecting to get a phone call very soon that will mean I have to leave quite suddenly. Oops, there it goes now, vibrating in my pocket."
He stood and walked away from the table. She watched him go out through the gateway of the restaurant terrace as Miguel came back with the drinks. As she turned to look up at him, Lauren noticed his eyes flick suddenly up from her chest to her eyes. Simon was right.
"Thank you Miguel. Although I think it might just be me now. My husband has just been called away," she said, gathering her thoughts and smiling up at him.
"Oh, will he be back soon? I can bring another drink when he returns." Miguel's English was excellent, with just the hint of an accent.
She made a deliberately over-the-top sad face. "I don't think I'll see him again for a few hours. I got the impression that it was quite serious."
"That is not good," he said as another customer called for his attention nearby. "Excuse me señora".
As Miguel moved quickly towards the other customer's table, Lauren was amazed at herself. She had smoothly slipped into the lie about where Simon was. Was she really going to try this? The two of them had been dipping their toes into the world of swinging during the past year, but that was always arranged with another couple. Could she really seduce a younger man? Where would they go if she did? His place? Their hotel room? They hadn't discussed any of this. Simon had simply left her to it.
She decided that it would be best to end up back in their hotel, if this was going to happen. At least she'd know where she was if things didn't work out.
After a few minutes Miguel came back to her table. "Excuse me señora. We will be closing in a little while. Would you like me to call a taxi to take you back to your hotel?"
An idea formed in Lauren's mind and she made sure that Miguel could get a full view of her cleavage as she answered. "It's only a short walk from here. I don't need a taxi."
Miguel frowned at this, "But the lights are not good in the streets here. Please, I will call a taxi."
Lauren looked Miguel straight in the eye as she leapt in with both feet. "It's not far enough for a taxi. Could you walk back with me? I'd be in safe hands then."
Miguel looked unsure, and Lauren realised that she was perhaps being too subtle.
"You could make sure that I'm looked after." As she said this, she ran the tip of her finger between the exposed slopes of her breasts and allowed just the tip of her tongue to show between her lips.
After another moment Miguel smiled. A small smile at first, but widening gradually. "Yes señora. I would love to take care of you".
"If you're going to be my guardian, you should call me 'Lauren'" she smiled, as she looked him in the eyes.
Another customer called and he continued smiling as he smoothly moved away. Lauren's breathing quickened as he did. She had done it. She had left a man in no doubt that she wanted to take him back to her room for sex. She gathered herself as she waited, getting more excited by the moment.
***
It was literally only a two-minute walk back to the hotel that Simon had booked for their trip. As Lauren and Miguel walked through the lobby towards the lift she scanned for Simon. She was half-afraid, half-hoping that he had gone back to their room and that all of this would come to a stop when they walked in and Miguel saw him.
Lauren inserted the key card into the door of the room and held her breath as she pushed and walked through, Miguel just behind. There was no sign of Simon.
As she turned to Miguel, to offer him a drink from the mini-bar, he grabbed her waist and pushed his mouth onto hers. She was momentarily surprised, but then melted into his firm, needing kisses, her tongue finding his as it probed between her lips.
Lauren abandoned herself to the moment as Miguel's hands groped her through her dress. He squeezed her full breast and she felt the nipple harden instantly. His hand went lower, the smooth dress fabric enabling it to slip over the smooth curve of her tummy. He allowed his touch to linger there a moment, stroking her, a moan escaping his throat.
She pulled away from his face and looked at him. "Do you want me?"
He didn't hesitate. "Oh yes Lauren." He rolled the 'r' sound in her name deliciously. "You are beautiful. I admit that I admire you all night in the restaurant."
Lauren smiled and pushed him back towards the bed until he sat on the edge. Then she pulled her dress over her head, leaving her stood before him on just her bra and panties. She knew that she wasn't a toned super model, just the opposite, but she knew her curves drove Simon wild and she could see the same lust rising in Miguel's eyes.
"Still want me?"