This story is part of the "Summer lovin 2021" contest.
Many thanks to the readers who gave their feedback and left comments.
English is still not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.
All of the characters are over 18 years old.
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I love vacationing in Gran Canaria. I'm even thinking of buying a small house or apartment here when I retire. The climate is nice. Constant temperature all year round. Warm ocean. Lots of entertainment for all tastes. Delicious cuisine and excellent Canarian honey rum. But it is better to enjoy life while you are young and full of energy.
This time the trip didn't work out. It wasn't like that. Because of exams at the university where my son Michael is studying, I had to reschedule my vacation. A flight with three connections and a long night at the airport in Madrid. The renovation of the hotel next door turned the wonderful ocean view into a bleak scaffolding landscape. Add the noise and dust. Well, my wife started having "red days." That means two weeks of vacation, one will be without sex. Total disappointment. Also problems with my son, which now I do not know how to solve.
You know, a vacation in the Canaries sets up a romantic or rather sexual mood. And this time we brought Michael for the purpose of setting up his sex life. He's really a tall good-looking athletic guy. He's 19 years old and a sophomore at university. He's studying languages. English, German, French and Spanish. Yeah four at once. He's a real nerd. A very shy nerd. He's also a virgin. Which is amazing. I mean, there are almost ten girls for every guy in his class. It was starting to bother even my wife. So this time, not only did we not get a family room, we got a separate room for Michael. So he could bring a girl over. But because of the change in vacation time, we fell into the period of the famous Maspalomas Gay Pride "Dunas" and Maspalomas Fetish Week "La Boca Loca" festivals. In general, there are a lot of girls and women here. But they are not interested in guys. They are lesbians. And the guys here are interested in other guys. And it's gonna be like that for ten more days. So he's walking on the beach, looking at naked tits, asses in bikini panties or not, and drooling.
The first time I saw them was when I walked from the elevator to the restaurant in the morning for breakfast. A couple. She's a golden-haired blonde with blue eyes and skin the color of melted milk. And she, an African woman, with long, round ass, black hair and skin the color of milk chocolate. They were touchingly holding hands and waiting to check in at the front desk.
I saw them again at the pool when the black one was rubbing suntan oil on her golden-haired friend. The sight was so erotic that it attracted the attention of almost everyone around them.
- So hot. - My Sophia whispered in my ear. "If they stay here long enough, we can invite them in for a glass of champagne. Which one would you fuck first? The white one or the black one?
Yeah, my wife's a naughty girl. But only with girls. Only on vacation. Only with me as a couple. No other people's dicks. That's the rule she made. Ever since our honeymoon. Well, I can't complain.
Sophie is a hot little brunette with green eyes, raven-winged black curly hair, long shapely legs, a tight round ass, a narrow waist, a flat tummy, high rounded breasts like apples. Although she's 39 now, no one gives her more than 25 years old. She looks more like our children's sister than their mother.
- Actually, it makes no difference. As long as you're on my dick first. - I replied.
True, by the way. Except for our vacation adventures together, I've never cheated on my wife. Never. Well, I don't think you should talk about cheating when you do things together.
Michael watched the black and white couple, too. What he saw, he liked so much that the tent that grew in his swim shorts caught the attention of a group of young gay men on the other side of the pool. They began cheering him on with approving gestures and shouts, which embarrassed him even more.
- Michael, get me and my mom another glass of Cuba Libre," I addressed him, giving him a chance to remove himself and calm down.
- Did you remember we wanted to go with the kids to the Angry Birds Activity Park Puerto Rico and then to Holiday World Maspalomas? - Sophia asked me.
Yes, in addition to Michael we have other children. The twins Victor and Valerie. 14 years old. A boy and a girl.
- Baby, I'm sorry, but I can't make it. I have a 12:00 video conference call and then I'll be busy until 3:00 p.m. dealing with work issues. But no one else is going to bother me this week.
- Okay, I'll take your word for it. Kids, let's go pack. Shuttle bus to Angry Birds Activity Park in 20 minutes," she said, and wiggled her hips as she headed for the hotel entrance.
I watched with longing as the ass disappeared. I wanted more than anything to grab her, pull the lush buns of her buttocks apart, and brush my lips against her sweet, wet pussy. The black and white couple of beauties seemed to share my desire. I greeted them with a half-empty glass and a smile, causing them to burst into laughter. The girls got up from their lounge chairs and began to get ready. By now they were wearing only tiny thong trunks that barely covered their pussies. Michael, who had brought the cocktails, froze as a pillar of salt, staring at the magical sight of two pairs of perfect boobs swaying.
- Don't just stand there. Buy the girls a cocktail. - I hissed in his ear, and nudged him lightly in the direction of the girls. He took a few hesitant steps and handed them the glasses. All his language skills seemed to slip out of his head in an instant.
All he could say was, "Here's. Por favor. Trinken."
The girls laughed again, took their drinks and kissed him on both cheeks at the same time. Then they sent me an air kiss and ran to the hotel laughing.
- I'm going to work for a while. Then I'll probably be at the bar. Mom and the twins went to the amusement park," I told the tomato-red Michael, "And what are your plans?
- Well, I haven't thought about it yet, I'll probably be in my room. Playing on the computer or reading.
- OKAY. I'll see you before dinner, then.
Surprisingly, I got things done rather quickly and easily. I just had to figure out what to do until Sophia and the kids got back. It was lazy siesta time. So, I took the elevator up to the roof, where there was a sun terrace and a small bar. At this point, the terrace and the bar were empty. No bartender, no customers. A sign on the bar invited guests to self-serve. After preparing myself a large glass of gin and tonic with lots of ice, I looked around. There was a stunning view of San Agustin, Playa del Ingles and the dunes of Maspalomas from a height of 16 floors. On the terrace, large square mattresses were laid out and there were two hot tubs. Deciding to take advantage of the opportunity, I undressed and grabbed my glass and immersed myself in the hot tub. A little manipulation with the remote control, and now the elastic jets of water were massaging my body. A cold drink. The murmur of water. Caresses of air bubbles. Thoughts of Sophia's soft, supple body. I must have dozed off.
- Oh, excuse me. Can we use the Jacuzzi, too? - A pleasant woman's voice pulled me out of my slumber.
Two nymphs the color of melted milk and milk chocolate stood near the bath and looked at me with a question.
- Of course, make yourselves at home.
The girls, supporting each other, climbed into the tub and sat across from me.
My hand reached for the glass. Unfortunately, the ice had melted and the drink was ruined.
