The seatbelt light turns off showing that we can now unbuckle ourselves and prepare to get off the plane. We step into the aisle and I reach up to get our hand luggage from the overhead locker. As I do so, you lean into me slightly so that someone can get past, your hands resting on my hips, your lips lightly grazing against my neck making me shiver at your slight touch. My mind wanders back to just an hour before when we were both in the toilet cubicle, the way your hands felt on my body, your lips against mine, holding my body close to yours, my back against the wall as you slipped in and out of me. A grin spreads across my face just thinking about it. I take your hand and lead you off the plane, seeing the grin on my face, a smile spreads across yours as you too start to think back to being in the cubicle.
As we step off the plane, the warm sun hits us and we know straight away we're in for a good week, if the plane journey was anything to go by. After spending what seemed like forever waiting for our luggage, we finally make our way to the taxi rank and head off to where we're staying for the week. After a short taxi ride, we pull up outside a beautiful villa and standing outside is a short tanned woman, we recognise her to be Veronica, the owner. She greets us as we walk towards the villa and offers us a tour. We first stop at the bedroom to drop off our cases, from the bed you can see out on to the balcony and the amazing view behind. Showing us around the villa Veronica points out the bathroom, we spot the large shower which looks amazing, and both give each other a knowing look that says we'll be making the most of that this week, not that Veronica notices our exchange of glances.
Our last stop was out the back of the villa, a small veranda and stairs leads down to the pool. You slip off your flip flop and dip your toe in, the water is perfectly warm, which together with the trees guarding the view from other nearby villas mean there may well be little need for swimming costumes. Veronica finally hands over the keys and heads off leaving us alone. You however say that the plane journey has tired you out so you go for a little nap. In the mean time, I get changed into a bikini and head out to do some sunbathing.
After about half an hour, I'm lying face down on one of the sun loungers by the pool when I hear you ask in your usual cheeky tone "Need any lotion rubbing in? It'd be a huge difficulty for me, but for you, I'd do it". I turn over and look up at you and you've already got the lotion in your hands, ready to rub into me so I turn back on to my front. "You know, that bikini top might get in the way a little, you might want to take it off, or at least undo it" you inform me, I chuckle slightly as I oblige and untie the bikini and let the straps fall to the side. I feel you straddle across the tops of my legs, the cold of your lotion covered hands falling upon my shoulders and running down to the small of my back feels really good. I love the touch of your hands against my skin.
Your hands start running in small circular motions around the base of my back and along my side, your fingers slightly running under the waistband of my bikini bottoms. You run your hands up my back to my neck and the tops of my shoulders, rubbing in lotion as you go. Your hands turn outwards slightly as they move down from my shoulders to my side, your fingertips lightly brushing against the edge of my breasts. I moan gently, subconsciously giving you the signal that anywhere you go from here is ok with me. So your touch gets a little firmer, and my moans a little louder.
