I paid the taxi and watched as it disappeared back down the dry, dusty road. I took what was left of my luggage inside and headed straight for the villa's pool, which I had all to myself for the next seven days.
I had not replaced the bikini that had been stolen in Paris, along with most of my other stuff, so I stripped down to my panties and took the plunge. The cool, blue water engulfed my whole body, sending a shiver down my spine and hardening my nipples.
As I swam a few laps on my back I could feel my panties riding up my crotch and rubbing against my clit. This, along with the hot, Spanish sun beating down on my body, was making me feel incredibly horny.
I paddled to the far end of the pool and pulled myself up the first couple of steps of the pool ladder. Then, straddling the aluminum handrail, I began to rub my aching pussy against the cool hard metal; one hand keeping me steady, the other caressing my left breast. I pulled my panties to one side, so that as my cunt moved up and down the rail the lips of my pussy opened up, exposing my swollen clit.
Consumed by my own self-gratification I didn't notice the woman who had emerged from the villa.
"I'm glad you seem to be settling in okay," she said, startling me so that I lost grip of the handrail and fell back into the pool.
I resurfaced just as she reached the poolside to help me out. I didn't know how long she been there, or what she had seen, and cringed with embarrassment at the thought of showing myself off in public. She, however, didn't seem the least bit put out as she held out her hand to pull me out.
"I'm sorry I startled you. You looked like you were enjoying yourself."
I was blushing profusely and trying to cover my pussy, which had been shaved just a few days before. "That's okay," I said. "I guess I just got a bit carried away."
It wasn't until my unexpected visitor walked over to a sun lounger, to pick up my towel, that I realized how beautiful she was. Wearing the tiniest of white bikinis I could clearly see her dark, hard nipples and small, black vee of hair between her legs. She must have been ten years older than me, but her firm, athletic body was in the peak of condition. And, although my only lesbian experience had been a bout of clumsy, mutual masturbation with a friend when in ninth grade, my feeling of embarrassment was beginning to be overtaken by my original horniness.
"My name is, Maria," she said, as she moved close to me and began to gently towel me down. "I'm the owner of the villa. I came round to see how you were settling in and if there is anything I can do for you?"
The large, rough towel was gently grazing against my nipples, sending spasms of delight through my body. I arched my back, so that my breasts pushed against the towel.
"You're doing just fine," I said, in a whisper.