The Lady in the Red Biini...

Disclaimer: While on holiday a while back, I recall a lady as the one in this tale. I've loosely based the main character on her, otherwise all characters are fictional as is everything else.

I hope you enjoy my first foray into this category, please feel free to comment and vote.

Cheers.

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Holiday time or what to do with it was always a bit of an odd situation for me as a single man in my mid 50's.

I often spent the time at home, planning to take day trips out, but usually ended up completing DIY jobs that I'd began previously and hadn't finished.

When I did make the effort to go away it was usually within the UK but you could never guarantee the weather and it almost always cost a bloody fortune too!

Surely there were better ways to spend holiday time on my own? Most of my friends and colleagues were married or spoken for so I wasn't going to impose on them either.

After booking time off in early Autumn I pondered my choices, DIY, a trip in the UK or I could bugger off abroad for a change. Decisions, decisions....

And so it came to pass that I found myself 2 months later lying on a sun lounger looking out over the clear blue Aegean Sea, from a beautiful Greek Island.

Against all my previous thoughts, I'd booked a package holiday, all inclusive no less. Food, drink, activities (should I be bothered) all included. This was definitely a left field choice for me as I usually shy away from places with lots of people, especially if there are likely to be children about too.

Having arrived late the previous night, I'd checked in, eaten and taken a leisurely stroll around the complex to get my bearings. There were 5 pools, an adults only spot, one which catered for children and other generic spots to catch the sun, as well as a section of beach allocated to the hotel alone.

Which was where I now found myself, slathered in factor 30, in a pair of ridiculously loud shorts and mirrored sunglasses watching the world go by.

People watching is always rather a pleasant way to spend a bit of time, even more so if there was the chance of an attractive lady in a skimpy swimsuit or bikini to be seen.

Of course you have to take the rough with the smooth and endure the sight of umpteen men in their own swimming gear, but it's easy enough to look past them anyway.

It was a really cosmopolitan mix of nationalities here, I'd already clocked Germans, Dutch, Spanish as well as a dialect that was East European, the only nation missing were Americans. There were of course lots of fellows Brits here, all taking a similar holiday to me, getting hot and bothered by the sun!

Luckily there was a bar close to the beach offering soft drinks, coffee, tea and beer, so I slipped my flip flops on and popped up to grab a cool drink, before retiring back to my sun lounger once more. By now there were a few people in the sea, snorkeling and cooling off, I was contemplating taking a dip when she caught my eye as she slowly rose out of the water heading for the beach.

The first thing I noticed was the way her bust jiggled in her bikini top, she was most certainly well blessed! Her blonde hair was slicked back by the water cascading from it, as she gathered it, pushing it clear of her face. She'd clearly had some make up on, a hint of lipstick tinting her full lips. As she strode slowly through the water towards the shore, more of her body became visible. She had a bit of a belly above her tight red bikini bottoms, her thighs rippled with each step, I couldn't be sure at this distance but there may well have been a spot of cellulite too.

Leaning back on my elbows, I took a sip of my drink, still watching her my eyes taking all of her in behind my mirrored lenses. I was still enjoying the view when she stopped and turned around giving me a view of a nice curvy backside, the aforementioned red bikini bottoms hugging her arse and cutting a touch in between her cheeks.

I smiled inwardly, the thought of such an attractive lady lounging around on the same beach was definitely appealing, the sight of her even more so. Not that I thought I had a chance with this lady, indeed sex was actually not on my mind when I booked this break, but admiring a sexy lady was never a bad thing to do.

My reverence was shattered in the next instance when she held a hand out which was taken by a man of a similar age as me on first impression. He said something inaudible to her and she laughed, head thrown back, causing her bust to shake in the confines of her top.

Lucky bugger! I thought to myself, having her for his other half, he wasn't dissimilar to me at first look, maybe a few years older and with more of a Dad bod, but he looked like he'd lived a bit and from where I was sat, he'd certainly bagged himself a hottie.

I looked on as they both wandered out of the sea, water lapping almost mournfully around their ankles, as they strode from the surf onto the beach hand in hand. Still watching from behind my mirrored lenses, I gazed as they strolled towards me, then straight past and behind me out of my vision. Taking a long sip of my drink, I tried to recall a bit more of my mystery lady in the red bikini.

She was most definitely on the more curvaceous side, with a little paunch, possibly a stretch mark or two, cellulite maybe. None of these 'flaws', as some would probably see them bothered me, I know what I like and I most certainly liked her! Not that I was likely to do anything about it of course, even more so now I knew she was taken.

I shrugged inwardly, smiled, finished my drink and lay back to enjoy the sun. I must have dozed off for a bit, when I heard an animated conversation behind me, one being conducted very quickly by at least four people in what I thought was probably Polish. The voices were raised a little, laughter punctuating the rapid fire talking. Stretching again I got up and adjusted my lounger, quickly glancing at the source of the noise as I did so.

The lady in the red bikini, her partner and another couple were jabbering away, oblivious to all around them, occupying a couple of loungers directly behind me.

I lay down on my front, arms folded in front of me, chin resting atop and took in the four strangers, or to be more accurate the bikini clad object of my lust. She was sat sideways on to me, her other half obscured by her, while the other couple sat opposite. The other couple both appeared older than their friends, him especially so, grey hair and quite a big belly overhanging his tight 'European' style trunks. His wife/partner was largely hidden by his bulk, but I could just make out a shapely looking leg, stretching out behind.

With an implacable gaze behind my glasses, I settled in to watch my four neighbours, or to be more accurate the red bikini clad lady, that was making my shorts considerably tighter than previously! I could see a generous amount of her bust spilling over the cups of her top, tanned and inviting. She was certainly not a skinny, supermodel type, I was right, she had a bit of a belly and there were signs of cellulite and stretch marks too. These made her, in my eyes more attractive, more attainable even, at least she would have been if she'd been alone. But I could at least look, where was the harm in that?

A few short minutes later, the two men of the group, got up and headed off, followed shortly by the lady I hadn't seen before. I was right about her being older, she was at least mid sixties, her figure pushing out a one piece costume that clung to her considerable curves for dear life. I watched as her sizeable backside wobbled away, then turned back to the sole remaining member of the foursome, 'Mrs Red Bikini'.

She'd now taken some sun tan lotion out of her bag and was literally applying it to her arms, torso and upper body. I watched on as she did so, wishing it was me smoothing it over her luscious curves, rubbing it in, my fingers brushing inside the cups of her top, dancing over her sun kissed flesh. Another liberal dollop of cream, oozed into her hands, her legs now receiving her attention, one then the other lengthened in front of her as she applied the sun cream, her chest pushed against her leg as she bent forward.

She stood, facing away from me, adjusting her bottoms which were threatening to disappear between her bum cheeks. Reaching back, she smoothed sun lotion over the back of her legs, thoroughly rubbing it in, bending over in front of me.

I was mesmerised! I know I've said it previously, but she was clearly no model, she'd got a few miles on the clock, but hell, she was really getting my motor running.

Leaning over her sun lounger she adjusted her towel, then swung a leg over, straddling the lounger, settling into a seated position. She leant back, swinging one then the other leg up, stretching right out, I noticed red nail varnish on her toes for the first time.

She lay back fully, soaking up the rays, a small bead of sweat forming on her brow. I looked on, pleased to be on my front as I was now well and truly hard in my shorts, my cock pressed into the lounger beneath me. Imperceptibly her legs parted slightly and I got a glimpse of her bikini clad mound for the first time. I couldn't see any stray hairs poking out of the sides, maybe she was completely bald? I didn't care if I'm honest, just carried on looking at her, wondering if her pussy looked as good as my imagination would have it. In my head she'd have a strip of hair above her full, puffy labia, lips that were begging to be parted by my tongue. Ploughing into her, licking her juicy pussy, flicking through them, seeking out the pearl at the top, then sucking on it, til she came in my mouth.

I shook myself, what was wrong with me? Lusting over someone who was clearly taken and unavailable to me? Despite having a hard on, I decided to turn over, put her out of my head and take a dip in the sea to cool off. Sitting up, I adjusted myself and walked the few metres to the water and then dived in, cool water soon cooling my ardour, cock shrinking back to its normal size. I swam out, relishing the cool water, taking easy strokes pushing myself further from the shore. I stopped, trod water and looked back to shore, the lady in the red bikini was packing her towel up and soon headed off.

I didn't know whether to be pleased or disappointed. Pleased that I wouldn't have to try not to stare at her, my cock doubtless reacting to the sight of her. Or disappointed that I wasn't going to see more of her luscious curves. Either way she'd gone, so I swam back to shore and lay down to relax once more.

The rest of the day and evening was uneventful, I ate, had a couple of drinks at the bar, people watched and was in bed by 10 o'clock. I resisted taking myself in hand thinking of the lady in her bikini, although she'd been in the forefront of my head all day.

The following day, I went through the same routine as before, breakfast and then headed to the beach, only this time headed to the 'adults only' section instead. Not that the other part had been overly noisy, I just fancied a change. There was a strict no nudity policy in force on the beach, so I wasn't going to see any topless ladies, but I was fine with that anyway.

I lay my towel out near the front of the beach and settled down, lotion applied and closed my eyes. There were a few people about, but on the whole it was quiet, which suited me just fine. I must have dozed off for a while and woke with a start, momentarily unsure where I was. Once I recovered my wits, I decided to turn over, get the sun on my back for a bit. I busied myself and turned around and there she was, right behind me again! Same figure hugging bikini in place, tits threatening to overflow her top, bottoms clinging to her mound, like their life depended on it! Involuntarily I twitched in my shorts, groaning silently to myself.

I looked around, looking for her bloke, but he wasn't there, she was all alone. Raising my glasses atop my head, I glanced at her again, trying not to stare. But inevitably my gaze fell back upon her, I dropped my glasses back, hoping she hadn't noticed me looking at her. Not that I could tell anyway, as she was also sporting mirrored lenses, her eyes hidden from me.

She sighed gently, hands moving up to adjust the cups of her top, pulling them down, pushing her fleshy orbs back into place, then reaching down, pulling the sides of her bottoms covering her pussy away, then settling them in place once more. Fuck! She was doing the state of my shorts no good at all, I was rapidly stiffening inside them! I wriggled, trying to get comfortable, my cock now painfully erect, eventually settling back, I closed my eyes for a second then opened them again. Her legs appeared to be further apart than before, the red material stretched even tighter over her pussy. I watched on as she bent both legs up, feet planted firmly on the lounger beneath her. Her legs swayed languidly from side to side briefly, then settled again, wide apart now. Her briefs were now tighter than before, I strained my eyes, trying to make out her pussy lips behind them.

Unnecessarily she moved to adjust her top again, pushing her breasts in, before pulling the cups down a touch. I stifled a gasp! I could just about make out the very top of her nipples. Closing my eyes, I blinked once, twice, then looked again. There was no doubt in my mind now, I could see her nipples, or at least the very top of them, just below them the tips had stiffened noticeably, poking through the tight material of her top. There was no way this was a happy accident, she was previously well hidden, now I could definitely see more than was permitted by the beach rules.

Absentmindedly she brushed a finger over her bust, her nipples stiffened further, now both standing proud. Her hands lingered over her top, now slowly, deliberately teasing her stiff nubs. Again and again she repeated the slow movement her nipples as hard as diamonds by now. I gaped at her, mouth open now, she knew I was looking at her, there was no way she couldn't.

Her head moved to the left, I caught a brief glimpse of her eyes behind the lense of her shades, she bit her lip, then looked the opposite way. I did the same looked both ways then back in front of me. Again she brushed the tips of her nipples, a hand on each breast now, she bit her lip, then took each one between her thumb and finger, pinching them both. A low soft moan fell from her lips, she bit her lip again, she quickly looked both ways again, then looking directly at me behind her glasses, pinched even harder.

I dropped my glasses onto the end of my nose in response. She knew I was looking at her and wasn't trying to hide what she was doing. This time she pulled on her stiff nipples, her tits wobbled lightly as she did so, her legs straightened out suddenly, still parted, bottoms clinging to her mound.

I was now as hard as I'd ever been in my shorts, achingly so, all I wanted to do was get my cock out and stroke it. Show her my appreciation. Show her how hard all her teasing had made me. Stroke it til I exploded, ideally all over her big tits, covering them both, rub the tip of it all over the stiff nipples before my eyes.

Then abruptly she stopped, tucked her tits away, got to her feet, gathered her things and with a quick backwards glance at me, walked away.

Dumbfounded I lay there, replaying the last ten minutes in my head. Had I been dreaming? If the tightness in my shorts was anything to go by, no was the answer. A few minutes later I'd softened sufficiently to be able to move without taking anyone's eye out, so went for a swim, grabbed a drink and lay back down again, still in a bit of a daze.

The rest of the afternoon passed quietly, I relaxed, snoozed in the sun and left after a few hours, showered and lay down before dinner.

That night I actually saw her again, this time her dress was more modest than her bikini, very little flesh on show. She strolled right past me, arm in arm with her man, not even glancing in my direction.

I retired to one of the bars soon after, had a couple of drinks then headed for bed. I lay in bed reflecting on the days events, my hand strayed instinctively to my cock that had hardened. It took only a few minutes until I spewed my hot spunk into a tissue and after quickly cleaning up, I drifted off into an easy, deep sleep.

The following morning, my third day, I began as before, same routine, but scanning those around me for my new exhibitionist friend. Sadly I saw no sign of her and headed to the beach as before. I settled down on a lounger, this time furthest away from everyone else. Hoping she'd make another appearance and treat me to another show. Lunchtime came and passed with no sign of her, by mid afternoon I gave up, gathered my things and left, feeling a bit deflated.

That night I ended up chatting to a British couple I bumped into at the bar, they were great company and I felt quite a buzz by the time I headed to bed. I'd drank more than intended, something clearly in evidence when I woke up the next day. My mouth felt like it was full of sand and my head was little better.

I ate a full breakfast, drank 3 pints of water and headed for my usual spot on the beach, this time hunkering down under a parasol, avoiding the glare of the sun. Within minutes of lying down I was asleep, dead to the world and I stayed that way for two hours solid!

I woke with a start, head now clearer than earlier on. I downed a bottle of water I'd had the foresight to pack, sat up and squinted at the sun, scrabbling for my glasses. Fully awake I looked around, there were a few people in the sea and some lounging nearby, but it was fairly quiet all in all.

A voice behind me grabbed my attention, ears pricked, it was her, I was sure of it, even though she was foreign and I didn't understand a word. I was about to whirl around and look, when I heard 'his' voice. She wasn't alone, dammit!

Still, I thought, I could at least have a look anyway, hopefully she'll be in her red bikini again, alone or not. Standing I made a fuss of 'adjusting' my towel and lounger, glancing across at the couple, then on the spur of the moment said "Hello" before turning on my heel, not waiting for an answer and walking away to the sea without a backward look. I headed away from the shore, swimming confidently not looking back, aiming for a bouy about 100 metres off shore.

As I reached the bouy, I hooked my arm over it, using it to help keep me afloat and wiping my face free of water. Those on the beach looked like tiny ants at this distance, specks dotted among the array of beds. Then I saw movement behind my lounger, it wasn't easy to see who was who initially, one person was walking away and the other towards the sea. Letting go of the bouy, I struck out for the shore, still unable to work out who was leaving and who wasn't. By now one figure had entered the water, a bodiless head bobbing above the surface. The closer I got to shore the clearer things became. It was her!

She was in the water, he was leaving! Keeping my strokes smooth, I ate up the distance between myself and the shore, aiming right for the disembodied head, now just 20 or so metres from me. The gap between us closed rapidly, she stopped trod water as I got closer, I was 5 metres from her when our eyes met. Should I say something? What would I say?

"Hi, I loved watching you playing with your tits the other day!" hardly smooth. In the end I said nothing, she smiled at me, I returned the smile then swam past her. I'd missed my chance, but she was taken anyway, so it's not like I had a chance anyway.

I heard her say something I didn't understand took another stroke, she repeated her words. Was she talking to me? I slowed, turned my head, she was indeed looking and talking to me, repeating the words once more.