How the hell was I supposed to relax with the dreadful noise coming from a number of rows behind me on the plane. I turned around in my seat to see what the hell was going on only to be greeted by the rear end of a redheaded woman in her late twenties encased in very tight black shiny leggings shaking from side to side next to her was dark brunette in a short sundress in a bright yellow the almost glowed. They were laughing loudly and were part of a group of about eight others that were joining in. Obviously it was either a hen party or a group of girls letting their hair down on holiday. Being a normal red blooded male I stared at the two I could see and gave them marks out of ten as men do. Yeah you do guys, don't deny it. I also hoped they were staying near my hotel in case I could lure one of them in to bed if I was lucky. Then again the redhead looked a little too much of a handful in personality but her body certainly made up for it.
I sighed thinking about how things had changed. Had Tasmin been here she would have agreed with me about them being too loud and too brash but we'd never travelled together apart from our honeymoon. That had been a short week long trip to Paris. After that, things got in the way at every occasion, trips were planned and planned but it was either money, health, work or some other reason that caused us not to actually go anywhere. Tasmin was quiet and mousy, in fact she looked like the archetypical librarian. Tasmin and I had met in college, she the quiet studious one and me being a fairly quiet average bloke. We spoke on the odd occasion but nothing happened. She, as far as I was aware, never dated anyone but I had dated a couple of girls. It was a cold rainy Wednesday afternoon and had left work early as we had suffered a major system failure and as no work could be done, they sent us home. As I drove down the local high street I saw Tasmin at the bus stop look rather bedraggled and cold. I stopped wound down the window and once she remembered me jumped in.
"I've been waiting for half an hour." She shivered in the passenger seat.
"You'd probably be waiting longer too, there's been a crash on Smithy Street and looks like there is hell of a traffic jam." I replied. I drove her to her parent's house, she was still at home as she had not been working long and had only turned eighteen a few weeks ago. We sat in the car for about forty-five minutes and talked. Tasmin's hair was a medium brown and flowed down over her shoulders, well it would have had it not been dripping wet. Her eyes were a grey blue and very captivating and drew you in to her face with was a lovely round shape and it was this reminded me a little of the American actress Tiffany Amber Theissen. In our chat I discovered she was single, had dated one man that dumped her when she refused sleep with him on the second date so he phoned her and told her it was over and he was off. Tasmin to me was lovely and I told her so then went for broke asking her on a date. Within six months were sleeping together, and a year later we were married. My new bride was a good lover, admittedly we had to learn everything together as she had been a virgin and I had only had two rather dull interludes before Tasmin.
Problems began when money became tight, I worked many hours to make up shortfall, which left me tired and uninterested in sex. This made us both irritable and caused row after row in the end I came home to an empty house ironically five years to the day I had saved her at the bus stop. The letter she left simply said:
'S, We can't carry on like this. I love you and always will, but I never see you and when I do we argue constantly. There is no one else involved and I know you are not cheating on me. Maybe one day things will change. If you want to divorce me then send the papers to my Mum and she will forward them on. I am leaving because I love you and hate how things are. Take care. Tasmin'
Of course my male pride was injured and angry so I did what all men do - I got drunk. Within a week I rang a solicitor and arranged for the papers to be sent to her mother then a week later my solicitor phoned me to say that Tasmin didn't want anything out of the divorce and would send the papers to me. Two days later an envelope arrived, inside were the papers all signed and a note clipped to the front saying
'I love you but we couldn't go on like that. I understand, so here are the papers signed. Love Tasmin'
My ire rose and I made a mess of the living room scattering papers and furniture everywhere then slumped down with a bottle of Jack Daniels in the corner. Two days later when I sobered up I had forgotten why I had gotten so drunk and I realised I needed to clear up the mess. Paper, books and lots of other things were thrown into a box and put in the cupboard under the stairs. Fast forward to a month ago, it had been almost two years since Tasmin had left and a series of events forced me to take a holiday. First I was clearing out the cupboard and came across the box of mess I had thrown I there apart from a few broken photos of Tasmin and I there was the envelope with the signed papers underneath it, secondly my boss made it clear that if I didn't take a break away from work and home then I could find a new job. My boss, Frank, was a great bloke and had become a good friend as I rose up the company ladder.
So here I was on a plane heading to Spain for a week of rest at resort by the sea. We landed and I managed to escape the plane quickly and found God on my side when my suitcase appeared on the carrousel first. I could hear the 'girlies' screaming and laughing as they approached. Suitcase in hand I raced out the terminal in to a taxi and on to my hotel.
The room was a nice one as I had paid a little extra for a view over the beach looking out I marvelled how clear the water looked and grinned when I realised I could see all the bikini clad girls sunning themselves on the beach. Back in the room I unpacked and took a shower then headed down to the pool area for a time to recover from the travelling. After about an hour my rest was disturbed, my luck appeared to have run completely out as it seemed the group of 'girlies' were staying at the same resort! The laughing and chaos breezed past by me, luckily not too close and I cracked open one eye to see the redhead in a small one piece swimsuit organising the others. The brunette was in a nice white bikini and it really looked good on her, next to her was a blonde. It wasn't a natural blonde as her hair was more a multi-tonal that one colour, her back was to me and she had an amazing bum which begged to be stroked she stepped forward a little in high red heels and as she turned towards me she was obscured by the sun in my eyes which forced me to close them. By the time I recovered red bikini had laid down on a lounger and her top half was behind another lounger but I could still see her legs and stomach. Her stomach was rather tight and she seemed to have a tattoo just above her bikini line to the right from the distance I couldn't make it out, my eyes then travelled down over her body to her feet and I saw she also had a tattoo of a rose wrapped around a dagger on her right ankle. The redhead was trying to organise the booze when the white bikini brunette called out 'Sam just get eight pitchers and we'll work our way through them.' Red bikini gave a thumbs-up and did all the other girls. Off went Sam to get the drinks in. I decided to just blot them out so closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
I don't know how long I slept for but when I awoke, I felt a little disorientated. Sitting up I looked around and the girls were all laying down or chatting. The rest of the poolside people were all doing the same. I turned away from them and slipped on my deck shoes thinking about going off to the bar or restaurant. At the far side of the pool stood white bikini, I later found out her name was Kate, and red bikini. Red bikini stood in profile and her toned stomach looked even better with the nicely shaped breast held in by the thin red material. Shaking my head I managed to clear it a bit and when I looked over red bikini was walking away from me and I think it was that moment that I realised that she was the sexiest of the group. Her hips swayed, each step was executed in a smooth slow motion that exuded confidence. I thought back to Tasmin and her big cover up one piece from eight years ago and the one piece swimsuit she wore. It was black and very functional, when I suggested she wore something a little smaller and sexier for a better tan she refused point blank. Laying back I closed my eyes trying to imagine j in one of those small bikinis but couldn't. Tasmin had a lovely figure but she had always maintained a rather conservative wardrobe with knee length skirt, trousers, 'decent' tops and flat or small heels shoes.
With eyes shut and the heat of the day I realised that I had been there quite a while and my stomach was calling out for food. I stood, gathered my things and headed to my room and it wasn't until I got there and sat on the bed the overwhelming feeling of loneliness washed over me. Outside by the pool, young couples were chatting, the 'girlies' were laughing and shrieking with fun and there was me alone. No wife, no life and no prospect of sex with anyone apart from Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters. Turning on the TV I scanned the channels in search of some porn but it was pay-per-view and whilst I could afford it, I didn't want it on my bill at the end of the break. Instead a laid back closed my eyes and pictured red bikini the red head and white bikini dancing at the end of my bed. Once I had finished I cleaned up and took a shower. Dressed in shorts and a polo shirt I headed down to the restaurant to eat.
The hotel had put on one hell of a spread with table upon table of food hot, cold or cooked to order and it all looked incredible. I was walking along, plate in hand when a tall woman in a black one piece swimsuit and black high heels bumped into me. Instantly we both apologised and then chuckled, after all were both British and it's a very 'Brit' thing to do. She smiled a bright cheerful smile and lowered her eyes to the floor with a tinge of shyness. Her long brunette hair fell around her face and then looked up. Nodding towards the food she said "Beautiful isn't it?"
"Yes, you are." I answered too quickly changing it to 'Yes, it is." Hoping she had not noticed it but she had then smiled and blushed. Trying desperately to change the subject I added. "So are you on holiday?" What an absolutely stupid thing to say. Here we both were in a sunny resort, me in shorts and her in a small black one piece swimsuit and a towel over her arm, what did I think? She was shopping for a new sofa? She smiled at me and immediately I realised I was completely out of my depth. I hadn't dated anyone since I had met Tasmin. In fact I had only had a couple of girlfriends before her too.
"Sorry, I sound like a complete idiot." I managed to recover. "I'm Stephen." I extended my arm to shake her hand like I would at any business meeting. Hesitantly she extended her and took my hand, I noticed her red nails and long fingers, which matched her long legs, also she wore a gold band on her left ring finger with a nice, but small, diamond on it.