This is my first attempt at writing a story. Although it isn't true I'm hoping one day it will happen. If anyone out there enjoys it please let me know.
We lie on the beach in the last flickers of the warm Greek sun. My eyes closed, I can hear parents gathering the towels, balls, and clothes and summoning their children. I open my eyes and look around, the sun slowly dropping to the horizon, people packing up for the day, the smell of food being cooked from the bar at the back of the beach.
My watch says six o'clock. This is bliss. My skin is warm and salty from a day on the beach. I feel wonderful.
I look over at my wife, lying on her back, spread on the beach towel, her eyes are closed and she has a look of complete happiness on her face. I am 50 and Mel 48. We have been together for 25yrs and this is our first holiday alone. Previous holidays had been with the children but now with the eldest living away and the youngest on a school trip for a week we had both jumped at the chance for a break.
I lean onto my side and let my fingers trail over her stomach. She smiles warmly.
"Fancy a drink? The sun is over the yard arm"
"Oh yes" she replies "That would be perfect"
I look at her lying outstretched. 5'4" size 10/12, shoulder length honey coloured hair. Her 36D boobs, still firm despite her age glistening with lotion. Her black bikini bottoms barely covering her well trimmed pussy. God she looks good and I gently trail my fingers over her dark nipples.
Her eyes open "Hey we are on a public beach, pack it in."
I laugh "Yeah you're right, come on let's go for that drink."
Mel slips on her black bikini top and steps into a beach skirt. Leaving our towels and other belongings we head up to the beach bar. I put a hand across the bottom of Mels back and slowly let it fall to squeeze her bottom.
She leans against me "Yummy that feels good Paul, but you'll have to wait till later for more."
"Promises, promises." I say smiling.
Mel looks me up and down. I'm 6'4", slim, reasonably toned, short light brown hair going very grey, piercing blue eyes. She smiles.
There is only one beach bar and it seems fairly busy, smoke wafting across the beach from the barbeque. More like a rectangular shack with a large overhanging awning over the front it serves food and drinks. Some of the tables are under the awning and some placed in the open sun. It is the obligatory happy hour and the bar hums with life. I order a large beer for myself and a fresh Mojito for Mel. The tables are full so Mel and I sit on high bar stools tucked away at the small end of the bar. Leaning against the bar we watch people come to order. We wave and smile at the few people we had talked to earlier in the week.
The beer tastes good and the world is becoming a peaceful place. We chat about this and that sitting close with thighs brushing against each other. Fingers sometimes touching, occasionally a tender kiss.
On our second drink we are joined by a couple who we had met previously. Craig and Shelia are in their early 40s and are on holiday with their children who are 11 and 13.
Craig is 6'0", he is slim, likes to keep in shape, and has shoulder length light brown hair with no hint of grey.
Shelia is very pretty, 5'6" tall, l guessed at a size 14. Curvy, and a very large bust. I had tried to size them and Mel reckoned 48DD.
I offer my stool to Sheila and she sits looking out over the beach to check on the kids. I order drinks for them both and we all relax making light conversation, the four of us laughing and talking like old friends. Another stool becomes available and Craig pulls it next to Mel and sits down. I notice he is close to her but think nothing of it.
The kids arrive and with a sigh Shelia finishes her drink and says she is leaving to get them in the shower as they will be eating out later. Craig stands to go but Sheila tells him to stay and have another beer while they get ready. He protests for about 2 seconds, grins and orders more drink. With Shelia gone I take her seat. It seems a little odd, with Mel and Craig sitting close, and me sitting opposite. I wonder if Mel is feeling the same but she doesn't seem to notice. A few minutes pass and she excuses herself, making her way to the toilets.
"So where are you eating tonight?" I ask Craig.
"Not sure" he said "What about you two?"
"I think we'll have a bite here, a few more drinks, and then maybe one on the balcony."
"Ah an early night then?" he laughs.
"Something along those lines" I couldn't help but smile.
"You're a lucky man, Mel is a fabulous looking woman and to be here with no kids must be good. I wish I was in the same boat."
"Yeah, we have had countless holidays with the kids and it certainly puts the brakes on sex" I laugh, but Craig doesn't.
"Is it something I said?" I look closely at him
"No, sorry, it wouldn't matter if the kids were here or not, Sheila hasn't been very sexual at all over the last few years."
"Hey I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry" I reply not knowing what to say.
"Its ok" says Craig "Not your problem, and I shouldn't have said anything, anyway if you need any help with Mel later let me know" he laughs out loud. I am so surprised at what he said I just laugh with him.
We both watch Mel glide back into the bar. She has that smiley, dreamy look on her face that means she is happy and slightly tipsy. I smile as she sits down.
We both look at her for a few seconds "Did I miss something?" she says laughing.
"Ermm no" I say too quickly.
Her eyes narrow "Have you two been eyeing up the beach babes while I've been away."
"Craig has" I smile "I never looked at all"
She turns to Craig laughing "So Sheila isn't here and you're scanning the boobs and bottoms."
"No, not really" said Craig, he pauses, "Well there is one woman I've had my eye on."
He looks at me. I just look back not sure what to say.
She laughs "I really don't want to know."
I know what he is saying but whether it is the beers, or the relaxed warm surroundings, or too much sun, I don't know, but I am intrigued rather than annoyed. The stirring in my shorts certainly does surprise me.
Craig gets up and heads for the toilets. I stand and move closer to my wife kissing her softly. The split in her beach skirt is full length and it allows me to run my fingers up her thighs. Because we are round the corner of the bar no one can see and standing up I shield her from anyone else who has prying eyes. She giggles as my fingers slip inside her bikini and I can feel how hot and wet she is.
"Oh lovely" she breathes "Are we going soon?"
The sun was very low by now and normally I would have said yes, desperate to fill her and make her cum. But I was intrigued by the insinuations from Craig.
"Maybe we should have another drink with Craig?" I say as the tip of my finger glides up her pussy lips.
"Yes, ok" she whispers "but not for too long I hope."
I press close to her, kiss her and pull my hand away. She looks so sexy.
"Hey, get a room" laughs Craig behind me.
I turn to face him. I laugh as well "Didn't see you there."
Mel blushes slightly. Craig smiles.
He stands and orders more drinks. I move back and sit on the stool opposite them, my mind racing.
Craig and Mel sit close, side by side.
"So who is the tart you have been eyeing up Craig?" she asks raising her eyebrows.
