Monday morning came around very quickly. I spent the weekend packing a few things and getting some spending money and also buying a few new bikini's, one of which was labelled as "barely legal" in the shop. The journey to the airport and four hour flight to Lanzarote was pretty uneventful.
I touched down at Arrecife airport shortly after 11am. The pilot announced it was currently 25 degrees Celsius and clear blue skies predicted for the foreseeable future. The warmth was a welcome change as I walked up the walkway before threading my way through the terminal to passport control. I was one of the first few to arrive from the flight. The old Hispanic security guard taking a long look at my picture and then a longer look at my entire body "Si" he finally said handing me back my passport and waving me through. I only had carry-on luggage so didn't need to collect my bags from the baggage concourse. I located the hire car company and after the usual confirmations and signing of paperwork I collected the keys and walked across to the car park and found the car. Opened up the boot and grabbed the Satnav out of my bag before closing the boot and after nearly jumping into the wrong side of the car set off on my way to Playa Blanca.
I followed the Satnav until it led me to outside the gates of a 2 storey villa, like all the buildings in Lanzarote, it was pure white. "Surely this isn't it." I said getting out the car and walking over to the gates. I tried the key in the lock. "Well bugger me, it is." I pushed open the gate, a stone horseshoe shaped driveway made its way round the front of the house. The blinds and curtains all drawn closed. I got back in the car and pulled it into the driveway and shut the front gates. I unlocked the front door and unset the alarm and started to look around. "How on earth have they managed to afford this?"
The front door opened into a small reception room with a set of stairs straight ahead leading up to the second floor. A door to the right led to a games room, complete with a pool table, dart board and a pinball machine. The door to the left from the reception room was for the living room which ran the full depth of the house, I opened the curtains at the front of the room and walked to the back of the room where a set of French doors and windows made up the back wall. I opened the curtains and my mouth dropped open. There was a large patio area with a rattan table and chairs set to one side, three steps then led down to a lower sun terrace area, the centre piece of which was a 20x5 metre swimming pool with a few sun loungers dotted around it. The back drop to all this was the Atlantic Ocean. I just couldn't stop saying "Wow".
I went back inside through a door on the left which then took me into the kitchen diner, this also had two sets of French doors, one on the kitchen end and the other by an oak dining table. I was already to move in by this point. I headed upstairs, there was a door straight ahead, two more to the left and one to the right. I opened the one straight ahead. It was for the master bedroom and again "WOW". The king size bed was to my left facing a set of doors which opened out onto one end of a balcony, at the other end of the balcony was another set of doors. At the far right was an arch way which had a wall blocking the view straight into the room. Curious I went and peered round the corner, it was a fabulous en-suite wet room. Coming off the wall I was peering round was a shower head, no glass sides or curtains. A standalone cast iron roll-top bath, the foot of which appeared to face another set of doors which could be opened onto a small balcony. The wall on the far side was just a massive mirror, making me jump when I thought someone else was there.
I got my phone out of my pocket and dialled Nikki's number, it rang a couple of times before she answered.
"Hey honey, you make it ok?" She asked.
"This place is fucking amazing! How have you kept this quiet for so long, I mean it's just fantastic, the views, the décor, I'm just...well I don't know what I am."
She giggled down the phone at me, "Glad you like it."
"Like it, I love it!" I said unlocking the doors to the balcony and walking out onto it. "You've got a balcony for Christ sake."
Giggling again, "As you're on the balcony I'll point a couple of things out to you. At the end of the garden there is a gate which leads out onto the promenade. That promenade is about 15 miles long and runs the length of the coast. To the right about half a mile up and around the corner is a little local shop which will do you basics of food and water - a lovely old Spanish couple run that. To the left you will be able to see Majures beach, it's a very quiet, small, secluded beach, mainly the locals use it due to it not being very touristy. Just across the promenade from the beach you may be able to see a restaurant/café that does very good food, you can get a table out front and just watch the world go by. Next door to that is a small shop selling everything and anything it can from clothes to tacky presents. If you keep going left, about 2 miles walk is another beach, this one is very touristy. It has banana boats, Jet Ski's, you name it they launch from that beech and there is a bar on the beach. Further on about another mile is the main town of Playa Blanca where there are bars, restaurants, you name it they're all there along the sea front, plus a small beech. If you keep walking then another 3 miles brings you to the Marina Rubicon, which is very well to do. Well that should keep you going for it bit, have fun Tracy."
"Thank you so much again Nikki, speak to you soon." And with that we rang off. I went back downstairs to bring my bag up and get changed into something a little more befitting the weather.
I opened up my bag and spread all my clothes out on the bed and then decided what to wear. I took my jeans off and my top, so I was just standing in a white thong and matching bra. I looked at my slim body in the mirror, at 32 I was more than happy at what I saw in the mirror. I'd always been lucky with my body, I'm lucky that my mum is a very petite lady as well. I'm only 5ft4 and was told at a younger age that although I have the looks to be a model I'm just not tall enough but if I fancied glamour modelling then I'd fit the bill perfectly. There was only one thing on my body I had a real complex with and that was my boobs, but I inherited some money from my Gran, who knew my complex. And I went and used the money to have boob augmentation. I had them increased from 34A up to 34DD and I fucking love them! It's the best thing I've ever done, they had given me so much confidence which I now needed to rebuild after that granny fucker took it from me.
Looking in the mirror, I turned and studied my slim, shapely legs all the way up to my pert bum which I gave a little wiggle to, "Good still no cellulite worries, and those bike rides are doing the trick nicely." I've been blessed with a flat stomach and I've never really had to work hard at keeping it trim, there's a little bit of fat to pinch but I wouldn't want to be stick thin, I want some shape to me. And then encased in my bra were my big boobs, I gave them a squeeze through the material and readjusted them so they were looking full and their best. I pouted as I looked in the mirror at, what others have called a "Cute" face opening my green eyes wide before tying my long bleached blonde hair back into a pony tail. I slipped on a simple white vest top and mid-thing length blue cotton shorts and a pair of low heeled sandals and headed downstairs.
I walked past the swimming pool and skipped down the 5 steps to the gate which led out on to the promenade, the warm air feeling great against my skin. I lifted the catch to the gate and stepped out closing the gate behind me. I stopped and looked first left and down towards the café and beach, there appeared to be a couple of street sellers halfway between me and the café trying their luck on all and everyone and probably me if they were still there when I went to the café later. I turned right and headed up the hill and around the corner and found the shop Nikki had told me about and she was correct, they basically did everything.
A little bell rung as I stepped inside the small shop, the air conditioning feeling cool against my skin and making my nipples go hard through my top. "Hola." Came a friendly greeting from the old man standing behind the counter, his old baseball cap pushed down hard on his head pushing his ash coloured hair out over his ears.
"Hola." I replied and smiled at him.
"English? Yes, no." He said again in his accented Spanish.
"Si."
He nodded in response and started serving a customer who appeared at the counter. I walked around the shop and picked up a few things, bottles of water, snack bars, crisps, apples, crunchy nut cornflakes, milk, cans of cider, bottle of wine and a few other little bits and pieces and headed back to the till.
He smiled again at me, his eyes momentarily flicking down to my protruding nipples, "You're staying at Casa Nikki?" He asked.
"I am indeed." I replied slightly taken aback, "how on earth did you know?"