I was thirty-five years old and engaged to be married. This would probably be my last trip abroad as a 'single' guy. A last hurrah with one of the lads. Booze and birds in the sun. Getting away from the rainy, windy days back home.
When Marc suggested we take a last-minute trip to the Mediterranean whilst my fiancΓ© and his wife spent the same weekend in Dublin, it was a no-brainer. Hell yes, they want to have some fun on their own, what's to stop the boys doing the same.
It was a nice little beach resort on the Costa Del Sol. We had no other plans other than drinking by the pool and checking out the sexy women in bikinis who would be doing the same. Sometimes a weekend like this will really refresh and re-invigorate you. This particular trip would certainly provide that.
Marc was a little younger than me, about thirty-two at the time I think, his wife was much older, she was in her early forties -- very sexy women but more about her in another story, I think! He spent a lot of time at the gym in the evenings working out, so he was in pretty good shape. He liked to talk about women and his exploits, he was no stranger to affairs or prostitutes and he would send me pics of girls he had picked up or spent the night with quite frequently.
As soon as we arrived at the resort, we unpacked and got into our swimwear and headed down to the pool picking up a couple of beers from the bar on the way. The sun felt great on my skin, I had oiled myself down well so no need to worry about burning for now. Marc was already well tanned, time well spent back home under a sun bed. I was slightly envious of how he looked. Almost like a local.
We found a couple of empty loungers set back from the pool and settled down to enjoy our beers. We were already noticing plenty of attractive women in their bikinis enjoying the sun. Judging by the tanned shiny skin, some of them had been here a while.
We spent the afternoon dozing in the sun, drinking more beer, dropping in and out of the pool. All the while watching all the sexy flesh around us. Blondes, brunettes. Some young, some older. Lots of talent but most of them with their boyfriends or husbands.
People were are already leaving the pool for dinner when we noticed Jenny and Raechel arriving. We didn't know their names then, but by the end of the weekend we would get to know them intimately
Marc was the first to notice them.
"Check those two out man, at the other side of the pool, how old do you think they are?"
They were both young for sure. Jenny was about 5'4" with short slightly curly blonde hair. Natural blonde, I thought. Blue eyes, with nice lashes I could see from the distance. Wearing very short denim shorts and a white blouse kind of tied around her waist exposing her midriff and belly button. White skin, very white. She would probably burn easy in this sun.
Raechel was probably older. Darker skin tone, tanned. She could probably pass for a local also. Brown straight hair tied in a bun on top of her head. Maybe 5'7". She was already stripped to a black bikini. Great body, nice curves. A nice handful inside the bra. Thighs were fit. Not skinny, but very healthy. She probably looked after herself. Brown eyes, a little makeup around the eyes and brows perhaps. Nice pink lips. Very hot.
"Mmmm, they are both fucking tasty but way too young I think... maybe 16 or 17."
"But they can't be that young if they're here alone."
"How do you know they're alone; their parents might be in the apartments upstairs or at the bar."
"Yeah, I guess so." Marc said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
Just then Jenny bent over to fix the towel on the lounger and we both got an amazing view of her denim-clad ass as she did so.
"Fucking shit." I whispered.
"That... is... amazing."
"Yeah."
Her legs were spread ever so slightly as she fixed the towel, showcasing a lovely plump shaped peach of an ass with the gap between her legs allowing acres of space for imagination.
After fixing the towel and smoothing it down, she turned around and began to unbutton her shorts and peel them off revealing bright red bikini panties with dangling string-ties at either side of her hips. Her curves were astounding. Our eyes were getting sore from staring as she untied her blouse and let it fall to the ground also. Her tits were much larger than Raechel's and were easily a size too big for her red bra bikini top. Her nipples were pushing through the fabric.
"Fuck me, mate. I'm fucking hard."
"I know the feeling, Marc."
By this time Raechel had noticed our uncensored looks and was staring back with disdain as Jenny entered the pool. Marc kind of shrugged and smiled at her as she followed suit, sliding into the pool.
"Well, I guess we should go get something for dinner then, eh?"
That night we hit the town and explored a few bars and a local nightclub where Marc scored some weed. Back at the apartment we got stoned really quick and passed out till the morning. Both of us crashed out on the couch failing miserably to make it to our bedrooms, never mind our beds.
"Ah shit, we better get down to breakfast before they close up."
Breakfast was the usual continental buffet with lots of choice and plenty of people still around munching their way through the local fare. I was on my third glass of orange juice when Marc prodded me in the belly almost making me choke.
"Look, over there, the two young birds from the pool... looks like they are on their own mate!"
He was right. Jenny and Raechel were at their own table enjoying breakfast. Jenny in a white, flower-patterned summer dress and Raechel in a short cut black dress.
"Christ, that black dress looks fucking great on her, am I right?"
Raechel's dress was cut very short over the thighs and revealed a lot of flesh as she sat cross-legged at the table. Her hair was hanging loose around her shoulders. She looked very tasty and somewhat older than she looked the day before.
"Yeah, wow, she is gorgeous."
As I was staring at Raechel's legs I got a glimpse from Jenny. Her blue eyes kind of sparkled as we made eye contact and she smiled at me as she drank her coffee. I smiled back, keeping my gaze intact.
"Did she just smile at you mate?"
"Yup, and she is still smiling."
Raechel, looking up, and now noticing our exchange of looks gave Jenny a little kick under the table and muttered something inaudible and possibly scolding to which Jenny just laughed off. Rising from the table she headed off back towards the buffet in her little flowery dress.
"Go and speak to her mate."
"You think?"
"Yeah, at least find out her age for sure."
With that thought, I rose from the table and followed Jenny over to the salad bar where she was loading up the tomato and olives.
"Like the Mediterranean salad then, I see?"
She turned to look at me and popped an olive in her mouth.
"Yaaah" she said turning back to the salad selection.
"What's your name?"
"Jenny."
"You here with your folks?"
"God no!" she exclaimed. "Just me and Raechel over there."
"Me and my friend Marc were just wondering if you were old enough to be here alone?"
"Oh, fuck off...lol... I'm 18, Rae is older than me."
I kind of liked that she said 'lol'. It's an online chat thing, you don't actually say it out loud, but she did, it was kind of cute.
'Lol?"
"What?"
"You don't say 'lol', you write it in a text."
"Yeah, well, I say it... bye."
The rest of the morning was spent in the exact same way as the previous afternoon -- lounging by the pool drinking beer and checking out the girls but this time there was a particular focus on Jenny and Raechel. We exchanged looks and smiles all morning, and she was really turning me on with that same red bikini. Marc was becoming more and more enamored with Raechel.
"God, I'd love to fuck that, she's classy as fuck, right? Imagine sliding your cock in her mouth."
"Stoooop Marc, please."
"I can't help it, look at Jenny, she's totally in to you man, I think you should go and speak to her again."
"What am I gonna say to her in front of all these people?"
"I don't know, just invite her up to the apartment, maybe they like weed?"
"She's only 18 Marc."
"She's legal... look at that body... fuck."
"Ok, Ok, fuck sake."
Just as I was holding that thought, Jenny grabbed her towel and started walking towards the main building alone, leaving Raechel dozing on the lounger next to her.
"Perfect opportunity, go and get her mate."
I didn't need any encouragement from Marc, I was happy to get away from his horny, desperate pleas. I followed Jenny from a distance watching her ass move from side to side in those tight little red panties. I caught up with her as she reached the elevator.
I was smiling when I returned to Marc. He was waiting eagerly, his sunglasses raised above his forehead.