Ironically, it was my husband who noticed you first. As you climbed out of the pool in one of those frighteningly brief bikinis that the young of today wear and which put the fear of Christ up older women like me, he said. "God I thought that was Emma," referring to our niece.
I looked up and saw this lithe, beautiful, impossibly slim, but femininely rounded young woman walking alongside the pool.
"Yes she is similar isn't she?"
"Very," he replied.
As you walked slowly round the pool, his eyes did not leave you for a second making me think it was not just the likeness to our niece that attracted him! . But then, I have to admit, neither did my eyes leave you, although I glanced at Richard a couple of times. This was quite unlike him for, although there are numerous problems between us, him ogling young women is not usually one of them. But then, what he was ogling was something special and had the attention of most of the men and many of the women around the pool.
You had a slight tan, that was set off perfectly by the pink material of the miniscule bikini. Your mid-blonde hair was soaking wet and clung to your pretty face moulding itself round your perfect features almost like a a scarf. You had long, slender, but shapely legs that, as my granny might have said. 'Went right up to your bum!' And what a bum that was! Pert, yet rounded it had that gorgeous, eye-watering shape of a peach, and a ripe one at that. As you strolled languidly to the sunlounger where you were sitting alone, the undulating swaying and wobbling of those two symmetrical cheeks, which were barely covered by your panties, was a fascinating sight.
As alluring as that clearly was to the male guests of the hotel, the rest of your physiquebody was also making a strong impact on the many closet voyeurs following your every move. Wonderfully lithe, your body seemed to encapsulate the glorious slimness of youth with the round fullness a real woman. Your breasts, which again were barely covered by the cut away bra, jiggled and wobbled as if they had a mind of their own. The combination of these with the magic dance of the cheeks of your bottom and the overt display of female flesh was a heady cocktail of sensations for yourvery captive'audience.'
I was taking a short break with my husband near to where Richard was doing some business. It was a typical holiday hotel that was built round a pool with the rooms looking down on that costing more than the others. Watching you messing with your hair, then lying down on your front and casually unclipping the bra, I could see why there was a surcharge!
We spent the rest of the afternoon round the pool then went out to dinner. As we returned at around ten, you were standing in the lobby waiting for a cab. We smiled at each other and my husband nodded and said. "Hi."
Almost shyly you replied. "Hello."
I said. "Have a nice time," and that was it.
Richard and I spent the next day by the pool. For some reason, I felt disappointed when we settled onto our loungers around ten and you were not there. I sunbathed and swam, read my Kindle and listened to my iPod. I felt very relaxed and had dozed off lying on my front when, as if from afar, I heard a female voice asking if some loungers were free and Richard saying.
"Hi, yes absolutely."
Before I had hardly opened my eyes and certainly before I had turned on to my front and sat up, I knew it was you.
"It's very crowded today," you said to Richard as we all smiled at each other.
"Yes I am told the hotel is full,." Richard said in his rather authoritarian, lawyerlike manner.
You settled down and applied some oil to most of your body.
"Yes it seems fuller than it was earlier in the week, but everything seems busier even the clubs."
"Were you just off to them when we saw you last night?" I rather nosily asked.
"Yes they go on to four hence, my late start today."
We exchanged pleasantries during the day and then saw you in the dining room eating alone. You looked up as we passed your table and smiled. Richard said as we stopped and looked down at you.
"Off to the clubs tonight?"
Beaming a lovely smile at both of us, you replied. "No not tonight, one night like that a week is enough.
"Well enjoy your evening," I said not wanting to interrupt your meal.
You looked up and held my gaze with a slight, quizzical smile on your lips that, for some unfathomable reason I noted were beautifully glossed.
"Yes I will try," you replied holding my gaze slightly longer than the norm as you added. "You two too."
As we walked away towards the bar I could hardly believe that my heart was beating a little faster. 'What was it?' I wondered.
Richard and I ordered our drinks and sat in a window overlooking the pool. We talked about the business he had to conduct the next day and he told me that he doubted that he would be home until late so that I would have to eat alone.
"If the negotiations drag on and look as if they will go into the next day, I'll stay up there, but I will let you know."
We chatted some more until suddenly I saw Richard's gaze going past me.
"Hi, like to join us?" he asked as you came and stood beside us. You looked from Richard to me and back again as if looking for my agreement. I smiled.
"Yes, thanks that would be nice."
You sat in one of the low chairs the tight, short skirt of your yellow dress shooting up the lovely legs we had seen at the pool earlier. I saw Richard's gaze look at them, before turning and raising his hand to a waiter, who took no notice whatsoever.
"It can be a little awkward by yourself in a hotel," you said as Richard gave up on the waiter and went to the bar to get your drink.
"Yes I know," I replied again feeling a little odd as we looked at each other. "I am often like that when I travel with Richard when he is on business?"
"So is he now?" you asked.
I explained that he was and that I would be by myself tomorrow.
"All day?"
"Yes and the evening. He will eat at the meeting."
"And maybe stay up there," Richard said rejoining us and handing you your drink. "I think that is becoming more likely since I spoke with my client earlier.
