"Just arrived?"
The voice came from my right as I took a sip from my drink.
"Yes," I replied, "I've been sent down here to allow the wife to empty the cases and get things straightened out."
"Been there, always the same routine."
He introduced himself as Jason with an outstretched hand.
"Ally," I replied as we shook hands.
"How are you finding the hotel?" inquired Jason.
"It's lovely, exactly as advertised." I replied, "Relaxed, clean, friendly staff. We're just waiting to try the food later."
"You won't be disappointed, it's lovely. We come here two or three times a year. Have done for a few years now. Same room every time now. It gives us everything we need."
As we swapped life stories a couple of giggling teenage girls walked past unaware of the two middle aged men who were admiring their toned figures, youthful breasts....thinking of what they'd do to them - given the chance.
"Nice," whispered Jason.
"This is a great seat," Jason replied. "You see them all passing by. There are some beautiful specimens this week, stunning." Jason was a man of my own heart.
As we continued admiring the view I noticed a familiar figure in the distance, Abbie, my wife of 32 years. She gave me a shy wave as she spotted me and headed over.
"Now this is more to my liking! Ally, red bikini to your right."
I smiled as Abbie walked over to us, wearing a skimpy two-piece red bikini with a light wrap round her waist. She looked amazing as the bikini allowed you to see her well-shaped body. Abbie didn't do gyms or keep fit classes, but she still had an amazing body. Slim, with average sized breasts and curves in all the right places.
"This is my wife Jason," I laughed as Jason's face reddened, "Abbie, this is Jason."
"Lovely to meet you Abbie, oh, and apologies Ally, I didn't realise." he tailed off, embarrassed.
"No problem Jason, I'm just glad you appreciate the same qualities that I do." I winked.
"Is it too early for drinks - shall I get a round in?" Jason asked. Probably hoping to get away from the confused Abbie.
We gave our orders and off he went to the bar.
"What was that all about?" Abbie asked, confused.
I explained what happened and she just smiled and shook her head.
As Jason returned with the drinks Abbie teased, "You're not so bad yourself Jason."
I admired my somewhat emboldened wife. It wasn't like Abbie to be so forthright, she normally preferred to remain in the background when in a group. But I often see a different side to Abbie when we're on holiday. Away from the usual daily grind it's as if she reinvents herself. I love it.
As we drank Jason announced, "Hold on, here we go, the duchess has arrived," and nodded in the direction of a thirty something who was heading our way wearing a three-quarter length white lace kaftan which highlighted her beautiful shoulder length auburn hair.
"Folks, allow me to introduce my partner, Alison. Alison, this is Abbie and Ally."
We shook hands and Jason headed off to get another round of drinks.
"Jason says you're regular visitors to this hotel?" I asked
"Yes, we keep coming because it seems to attract nicer people, no noise, parties, riff-raff. Just folks who want a nice relaxing holiday and maybe something else."
I didn't know what the 'something else' was, but from early impressions it did seem really relaxed.
Jason came back with the drinks and suggested we take them out to the poolside and take advantage of the lovely sun that was breaking through the clouds. As we walked out, I followed Alison and I was thinking about what was under that kaftan. Abbie was already out searching for an ideal spot and gestured us over to a table just under a tree with four loungers.
"Here you go, Alison!" She pointed to a lounger one in from the end. "And this one is for you, Jason!" The girls were on the inside, with the guys on the outside.
As the girls chatted, they both brought out their sun cream and started rubbing it on their legs. Jason and I just sat back and relaxed. Well, I wasn't really relaxing, I was patiently waiting on Alison removing her kaftan!
In an almost synchronised movement both girls stood up and without breaking their chat they slipped off their coverings.
I couldn't see Abbie or Jason as my view was blocked by the most tremendous looking arse I've seen up close for many a year. Tight cheeks slipped out either side of a bikini bottom that strained to fulfil its task. Alison wasn't much taller than Abbie, but her legs seemed longer. Tight calf muscles suggested she worked out, and I followed a line from her ankles to her butt cheeks.
I found myself nodding in approval, Alison was a fine specimen.
As she stepped to the side to put the kaftan over the back of the lounger, Abbie came into view and I could see her looking directly at me. As I looked away in embarrassment at being caught, I could see Jason staring equally as impressed at my wife's butt!