Bex woke first the next morning. The thought of Lucy going back to her own room hadn't been contemplated by either of them. Bex stood, naked, looking at Lucy as she laid there, long, slender legs stretched out under the thin duvet, her long dark hair spread out over her shoulders and she smiled.
Leaving Lucy sleeping, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She reached in and tested the water, adding a little more cold until it was just right. She stepped in, gasping slightly as the powerful jet of water struck her abdomen. Inching forward and tilting her head backward slightly, she let the spray hit her face. Then she allowed the shower to engulf her head and flow over her short brown hair.
Bex wiped her face with her hands, smoothing her hair off her face. Her hands traced a path down her neck before reaching her breasts. She cupped them in her palms and watched the water flow over them. She thought back to the last pair of hands that held her breasts. How gently and lovingly Lucy had caressed them.
Back in the bedroom, Lucy was awake and guided by the sound of the shower headed to the bathroom. Reaching the open bathroom door, she poked her head around the corner. Through the translucent shower curtain, she could clearly see her twenty six year old lover soaping her full, firm breasts. Bex seemed to be taking an age to wash her breasts, rubbing and cupping them, even, Lucy was almost certain, squeezing her nipples.
Lucy felt a growing heat and tingle; almost unconsciously her hand slid down towards her pussy and she began to rub her clit.
"Are you just going to stand there and watch like a pervert," Bex called out, "or are you gonna get in here and join in?"
Lucy didn't need a second invitation. She slipped quickly into the shower, where in an instant they were locked in an embrace. They kissed, tongues meeting in open mouths, as the shower cascaded over them. They pulled each other closer until their bodies were pressing closely. Bex grasped Lucy's firm bum, pulling her nearer. Lucy returned the favour, using her long fingers to knead the older woman's more rounded bottom.
Slowly Bex rotated, now she pushed her bottom back against Lucy's crotch. This also allowed Lucy freedom to caress, squeeze and tease Bex's breasts. Slowly, and teasingly Lucy's hand moved down, sliding across Bex's tummy towards her pussy. Now she was playing with Bex's pussy, just as she had been playing with her own a few moments earlier. The spray of the shower gushed over them both as Lucy rubbed Bex's clit with increasing firmness and speed. With her other hand she continued to massage each of Bex's breasts in turn, paying special attention to her hard, nipples. "Oh, my, that feels good!" sighed Bex, "I'm going to come if you don't stop!" "And why would I want to stop?" whispered Lucy into Bex's ear, before rubbing and tweaking even more frantically.
Bex stiffened, her body's response to her orgasm. Lucy held her tightly.
Wordlessly Bex, turned round and began to kiss Lucy. Starting at her mouth she kissed a path down the body of her young lover. She stopped at Lucy's small breasts and sucked on both nipples. Then, kneeling, she continued down. When she reached the girl's clit, Lucy leant back against the cool tiles of the shower wall, opening her legs wider apart at the same time.
Bex's tongue probed, parting Lucy's lips before it found her clit, sending shivers through Lucy. After a couple of licks, Lucy was so aroused that Bex could wrap her lips around the engorged clit. Incomprehensible sounds of joy came from Lucy's mouth. For a moment Bex tasted the sweet juices she had set flowing, as she lowered her tongue to Lucy's cunt, before turning her attention back to the clit.
This time Lucy flinched; Bex guessed she was close. Without a care for how it looked or felt for Bex, Lucy pulled her lover's head forward and forced her hips forward. Bex's tongue worked furiously on the clit, which she was sucking on at the same time, causing waves of pleasure to rush through Lucy's body as she experienced another orgasm.
They were late to breakfast. Observant on-lookers might have noticed that Lucy was wearing the same clothes as the night before, her still wet hair making a damp patch all over her back. They passed Lucy's parents in the corridor outside the dining room.
"There you are, we wondered where you'd got to!" gushed Vicky, Lucy's mum. "We stayed up late and overslept," said Lucy, adding quickly "at least I overslept and I was late meeting Bex." "Well don't forget we're booked on the coach trip to Pompeii this morning." Lucy had forgotten. She felt like stamping her foot like a petulant toddler in a supermarket aisle and refusing to go; she wanted to stay with Bex. Sensing this Bex swiftly defused the crisis. "Oh that sounds great, you'll have to tell me all about it when you get back."
It was early afternoon when they returned after the excursion round the ruins of the roman town. In spite of her longing to be with Bex, Lucy had found the guided tour interesting, but, as soon as she could excuse her self, without looking rude, she hurried up to Bex's room.
She knocked vigorously on the door and stood impatiently, shifting her weight from one foot to the other until the door opened. On the other side Bex peered through the peep-hole, smiled at Lucy's frustration, toyed for a while with the idea of making her wait, then relented and let her in.
Lucy burst into a monologue about how her parents treated her like a child, how the ruins had actually been surprisingly interesting and how much she'd missed Bex. In the end Bex had to lean over and kiss her on the lips to shut her up!
They put on their bikinis and headed for the pool. The fat family with the skinny show-off son were not there today; in their place were two elderly women, American to judge by their accents. Their presence acted as a restraining influence – neither Bex nor Lucy wanted to give either of the old dears a heart attack by behaving too outrageously in front of them. However sun screen had to be applied and they both found it hard not too spend longer than was strictly necessary rubbing the lotion on. In the pool it was also hard to avoid the chance to steal sly kisses and caresses.
The two young women were lying on sun-loungers when the two elderly Americans walked past on their way back into the hotel. "Excuse me dear, can I interrupt for a moment?" asked the taller one of the two. "Elsie-May and I just wanted to say how nice it's been watching you two; so young and carefree and so very much in love." "It reminded us of us when we were younger," added Elsie-May. "Ginny here was quite wild back then." "We just wanted to wish you good luck," said Ginny, and with that the two women strolled off.
After dinner with John and Vicky, Lucy and Bex skipped dessert to head into town. It was the norm for shops to shut in the afternoon and re-open again after dinner. As they handed in their room keys as they left the hotel the receptionist handed Bex a note.
Bex read the note. "How odd," she said. "Someone called Claudia would like us to meet her at the Bougainvillea Gelateria at half past seven."
Undecided what to do, curiosity got the better of them and by twenty past they had been served with the most delicious ice cream. In that way only couples in love can get away with, Lucy insisted on being given a taste of Bex's strawberry flavoured ice cream. Bex was just feeding her a spoonful when Claudia interrupted them.
"Buona sera Miss Small and Miss Dawson," said Claudia, who they both recognised as one of the team of receptionists from the hotel. Without waiting to be invited she sat down with the couple. They made small talk for a couple of minutes, during which time Bex scrutinised Claudia carefully. She had dark hair, immaculately styled, bright brown eyes and full red lips. Her dress, blue and low cut, was both flattering and stylish. Lucy noticed that Bex didn't say 'my friends call me Bex'. She wondered why?
