Here is more story telling for the next three chapters. It seemed I've gotten carried away a littler. You should treat it like foreplay prior to good sex. If you're not that patient and you just like to get down and dirty maybe you should fast forward to Chapter 7 where it becomes fast and furious. I hope you enjoy it.
Gray
Chapter 4
After a delicious breakfast Greg made his way to the archery ground near his bure, having enjoyed a restful nights sleep. The resort daily newsletter slid under his door advertised archery as the morning activity for guests. Greg had tried and enjoyed archery a couple of times previously and mingled with the ten other eager guests who were ready to have a go. In the following three hours they had a great time trying to score bull eyes. At the end of the session there was an informal competition which came down to Greg versus George, a spritely retiree. George proved to be remarkably accurate, narrowly beating Greg by three points to win the wager of a beer at lunch time.
Smiles on their faces, they all retired to the barbecue area for lunch, after a great morning of fun and laughs. Greg quickly paid his debt to George, sharing a well earned Fiji Bitter. They stood at the bar exchanging stories and quickly became good mates. As they joked and laughed George's wife Muriel came up to them with a concerned look on her face.
"Greg, you seem a nice kind of guy."
"Thanks Muriel, I try."
"When I was visiting the "Ladies" I found a lovely young woman who was crying. She's most distressed and here by herself but she's had a terrible experience last night. Do think you might be able to look after her a little bit."
Looking after someone wasn't really what Greg had in mind when he came to Fiji, but before he knew it, his kind heart was putting words in his mouth.
"Of course I'd be happy to help out."
"Great!" enthused Muriel. "Just give me a minute."
Muriel strolled off towards the resort central building. A couple of minutes later she was back, this time walking by her side was the stunning young woman that Greg had admired in the bar the previous night. Muriel ushered her up to the bar where George and Greg were finishing off the last of their beers.
"Christelle, this is my husband George and this is Greg. Greg and George this is Christelle."
"Hi," she stammered. "You can call me Christie."
"Hi." greeted George and Greg in unison.
"I understand you've had a rough time?" began George.
"You could say that," replied Christelle.
"Why don't you join us for lunch. It'll give Greg and yourself time to get to know each other and maybe you can restart your holiday on a better note."
"Okay," agreed Christelle hesitantly.
"Sounds good to me," agreed Greg.
"Let's eat!" pronounced George enthusiastically.
It wasn't long before they hoeing into plates full of delicious barbecued prawns, crabs and fish. George asked Christelle if she'd like a drink as he was going to the bar to buy Greg and himself another beer a.
"I'd love a glass of wine." she replied. George was soon back with glasses of cold white wine for Christelle, and an amazing looking "Fiji Passion" cocktail for Muriel and of course the beer for he and Greg.
They all chatted easily as they munched their way through the delicious lunch. Christelle began to relax noticeably as she enjoyed George and Greg's friendly banter which brought much laughter to the table. They sat there for a while after finishing their meals, enjoying the warm sun and friendly company before George and Muriel took their leave to go a tour of one a local village. Greg and Christelle made plans of their own, agreeing to meet at the pool in half an hour.
Greg arrived at the pool a little early and found two sun lounges that were next to each and shared a large sun umbrella. He'd brought a couple of beach towels from the bure and put a towel on each lounge to reserve them for the afternoon. He stripped off a red T-shirt that he wore over his board shorts, which had a blue and green marine pattern detailed on them. As he applied sunscreen to his body, he smiled at the sequence of events that had brought him to meet the stunning woman from the bar the previous night. It felt like the hand of fate was at work. At that moment he noticed a number of men on the side of the pool turn their heads as if on a swivel, some attempting to be discrete, to avoid the attention of their partners. The object of their gaze was a lilting shapely on the other side of the pool. Greg turned to see Christelle sashaying along the path to the pool. Her light brown hair bouncing lightly on her shoulder, she wore large Prada sunglasses and embroidered fuchsia pink bikini top that accentuated her ample bust. A sea blue wrap was tied around her waist, her lithesome legs peeping through a gap in the wrap. She wore slip on heeled sandals and carried a large multi-coloured bag over her shoulder.
Greg waved his hand. Seeing him, Christelle smiled and walked towards him, heads continuing to turn to catch a glimpse of the beautiful woman.
"Hi!" she called brightly as she approached Greg, who was stretched out on one of the sun lounge. "It's a beautiful afternoon."
"It is!" agreed Greg. "I've managed to save us a couple of lounges."
"Fantastic," she replied dropping her large bag onto the sun lounge before undoing the silky blue wrap, to reveal her matching bikini bottoms.
