Chapter 2- Angelina
This little story is dedicated to (if that doesn't sound too pompous), and certainly inspired by a young lady called Angelina, who is both beautiful and wonderfully daring!
I've never met her, but I wish I could. After you have read this story, and if you enjoyed it, then a little bit of easy detective work could lead you to videos of her and everything you need is in the body of the story.
Now you don't get an offer on Literotica like that very often, do you?
Please read on!
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It had been a difficult if financially successful year for me, and I'd splashed out on a holiday in Mexico for myself and my family. My wife Mary and our two young children and I had flown out from Heathrow a couple of days before and we were already enjoying the glorious sunshine, the cheap booze (not the kids of course), and the exciting food that was on offer.
"This is just what we needed Jim," Mary smiled at me contentedly as we watched the little ones playing happily on the beach. "I think this holiday is going to be great."
"One we'll remember for a long time hopefully," I ventured as I relaxed back onto the sand.
She concurred, sipping at the drink that we'd just bought. It was memorable, as it turned out ------- Far more memorable than I could possibly have imagined at the time, and in a way that I would never have expected.
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An hour or so later and the kids were clamouring to go back to the hotel where there was going to be some sort of organised games afternoon.
"I'll take them Mary," I offered. "You can stay down here and top off your sun tan if you want."
"No," replied my ever-thoughtful wife. "You had them all morning while I played tennis, and it's you that needs the break more than I do. Anyway my fair skin has had just about enough for today."
It was true!
Mary is a beautiful blonde girl, slender but curvy in all the right places, but with a fair skin that burns easily if she's not careful.
"I'll come with you," I offered, beginning to raise myself, but she pushed me back down, grinning at me saucily.
"It's Ok Jim," Mary went on. "You stay here and enjoy the scenery!"
Ah!
Busted wasn't I?
The scenery she was referring to was of the human kind ------ female to be more precise, and mainly young, mainly pretty, and certainly, mainly without a lot on. Most of the women on the beach were topless, and I had just about convinced my wife to follow suit.
Maybe tomorrow --- who knows?
I'd even glimpsed one or two girls sunbathing discretely in the nude, but it was rude to stare, so I didn't --- well not for too long. But once Mary and the kids had gone ..??????
"Don't stare will you," Mary grinned at me on the point of laughter, reading my thoughts like a book. "Look all you want honey, but don't make a fool of yourself."
I grinned. What else could I do? My wife knew me better than I did myself, and fortunately wasn't of a jealous nature. Then again, in fairness, she had no reason to be.
"See you back at the hotel in a couple of hours then Jim," she called to me as she wandered off with the kids, who ran off screaming for their Mum to hurry or they'd miss all the fun.
Kids!
I responded appropriately though my attention had already been diverted by a couple of teenage girls who were stripping down to their tiny bikinis not far away.
"Behave yourself," was her last remark, though both of us knew well that it was not needed. I was a one woman man, and we both knew that.
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About thirty minutes later, I'd carefully surveyed all the young ladies around me; enjoying myself enormously, I have to admit. When you're stuck in an office in London for fifty weeks a year, then the opportunity to observe so many lovely skimpily clad beauties is a real bonus. Especially the blonde over there with the tight little tits out on display and the miniscule little thong bikini bottom, who kept leaping up and prancing round at the slightest excuse. Yes --- I'm sure she was enjoying showing herself off as much as I, and I knew not how many other guys were enjoying watching her do it.
We like looking! They like showing it off!
Normal ---- perfectly healthy ---- It gets my vote any day!
Even her guy had a silly grin on his face, basking in the pleasure of his girl friend showing off. Now I could understand that ---- Yes, I really could. Maybe tomorrow I might persuade my Mary to slip her top off, though I doubted that she'd ever prance around like that.
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Then I spotted her, and though I didn't know it straight away, my day, no my whole holiday was about to become ----- 'Memorable!'
There she was, long black hair, down past her shoulders, not very tall, and in fact quite petite. Nice long slim legs though, and a wonderful slim athletic looking body.
Bloody gorgeous ---- Just my type!
Even though the girl was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt type top, my interest zoomed in on her immediately, despite the much more scantily clad girls all around.
There's a certain type of girl that always grabs my attention, and this lovely young lady had it all. I watched, enthralled as she walked along the beach towards me, her hips swinging sexily as she picked her way through the sand.
Oh my God she was lovely!
Then she looked up at me ---- Oh Crickey ---- That was something.
She glanced around behind her, and then she smiled and that was quite something else again. Then to my surprise, she spoke to me. Trouble was it was in Spanish, and though my French isn't bad, all I could manage was "Non comprendo ---- Inglisi." Don't even know if that made any sense.
"No problem," she said to me a little breathlessly, in near perfect English. "I'm Angelina."
What was I to say --- I just gulped --- God, she was gorgeous!
"Do you mind if I sit down beside you and sunbath," she asked me, and I simply stared at this vision of loveliness, unable to believe that this was really happening to me.
"Would that be OK," this nubile vision pressed me, nodding her head gently. Bloody hell, this girl was selling the idea to me.
"I guess so," I managed to say at last, my brain having gone into apparently terminal decline.
"I was here yesterday," the beauty started to explain to me. "And those guys over there kept annoying me." With that statement, she sort of indicated over to her left, though I couldn't actually determine which group of guys or whatever she was referring to.
"Can I pretend I'm with you," she went on. "And then they'll leave me alone."
"Yes."
You cannot imagine the effort that one single word took out of me, and the flood of apprehension that followed it. Thoughts of my wife coming back flew through my head ----- And promptly disappeared again.
Oh my God!
While she arranged her towel and things alongside me, I studied her more closely and up close what I saw pleased me even more. About my wife's age, maybe a year or two younger, and as pretty as a picture with a wonderful cheeky little smile to match.
"What's your name?" She asked me as she began to slip the tee shirt over her head, revealing a lacy black bra and a nice little cleavage spilling out over the top.
"Jim," I told her, my mouth going dry as she began to unzip her shorts, and then swallowing desperately as she slipped them innocently down her shapely legs.
"Here on holiday Jim?" The sexy little thing asked, my heart near to bursting as she reached behind to unsnap her bra.
"Yes," I responded huskily, trying not to stare too obviously as she slipped the bra straps off and dropped her bra onto the pile with her other things. "Been here a couple of days."
Strange!
There I was, in the middle of a beach in Mexico, surrounded by half clad, and even the odd fully unclad women, and this young beauty stood there in front of me, was giving me the most fantastic erection simply by allowing me a glimpse of her breasts. I waited, hardly daring to breath, preying to the God of good luck, that she wouldn't be putting a bikini top on to cover up those lovely, tight, little tits.
Thank you God! Thank you dearly!
Angelina made no attempt to search out any top in the bag by her feet, and I realised with joy in my heart, that her boobs were as suntanned as the rest of her.
She was going to remain topless ------ I knew it ------ I just knew it ------- My pretty new companion was going to be sunbathing there right alongside me with her gorgeous tight little breasts out on display.
Thank you very much God! I promised myself there and then, to go to church a bit more often.
"Where are you staying Jim?" the delightful Angelina questioned me, standing there in just her tiny black panties, her wonderful taut body displayed there for my inspection.
Can't honestly remember exactly what I answered, though I do recollect her saying that it was very nice there.
You see the trouble was, that it had just dawned on me that all she had on were her panties ---- as in thong panties ---- tiny ones leaving little to the imagination, her trim little landing strip vaguely visible through the fine material.
Perhaps that was my imagination ---- No, it bloody well wasn't!
Oh bloody hell ------ Was she going to sunbath just in them?
Jeeeeeez!
Then the other option entered my brain.
She'd have to take them off in order to put her bikini bottoms on.
Oh Jolly Jeeeeeez! What a choice! I could hardly breath. I felt a mild pain in my chest.
"Live here locally do you Angelina?" I asked her, my voice seeming to come from somewhere several light years away.
"Yes Jim," Angelina replied, giving me the most wonderful smile. "My husband and I live just the other side of town."
"Ah ---- Yes ------ Good ----- OK ----- Well ......." I sounded pathetic even to myself, and Angelina giggled girlishly, openly enjoying my embarrassment at her stripping off nearly naked in front of me.
"I haven't got any bikini bottoms with me Jim," the sweet Angelina informed me seductively, shaking her lovely curved hips at me to indicate the area she was referring to. "Would you prefer it if I kept my panties on, or would you mind too much if I took them off?"
GULP!
"Ggre ;;it; hert up!" It's not quite what I meant to say ---- Nothing like it in fact.
"Pardon Jim," Angelina questioned me, gazing at me in amusement. "Could you say that again."?
I didn't think I could, so I started again.
"Whatever you want Angelina," I at last managed to spurt out, sweat running from my brow, and it wasn't from the sun.
"But what would you prefer Jim?" The saucy little cow pressed me.
"Whatever," I croaked.
"Come on Jim," the lovely Angelina persisted teasingly. "My panties Jim ---- On or off ---- Your decision?"
