The hotel was a large, sprawling building occupying a clifftop sight above a picturesque sandy bay. I arrived in the early evening by which time the rain, which had threatened all day, had begun to lash down with a vengeance. I parked my car and made a dash for the hotel entrance, cursing myself for not bringing a raincoat.
As I walked to the reception desk I was conscious that the flimsy t-shirt I was wearing had been saturated by the rain and was clinging to my braless torso, revealing the outline of my nipples which had become erect by the coldness of the water against my skin. I did my best to cover my breasts with one arm while I wheeled my suitcase with the other. I noticed with horror that there were several small groups of people, mostly male, both in the main lobby area of the hotel and an adjoining bar. I sensed that many of their conversations had stopped and I could feel several pairs of eyes boring into me as I hurried across the lobby. I felt exposed by my lack of clothing, wearing as I was just the t-shirt, a pair of cotton shorts and flat pumps. I was also self-consciously aware of my dishevelled appearance caused by the rain. My normally flowing golden hair was drenched and plastered against my head and shoulders
I quickly checked in and was advised by the pleasant young female receptionist, whose name according to the nametag around her neck was Maya, that the reason the hotel was so busy was that they were hosting a conference for a large car sales dealership. My heart sank as I was hoping to have a complete rest from the predatory attentions of the male species. A whole bunch of arrogant and horny car salesmen were not likely to give me any peace, especially when they realised I was on my own, and I made a mental note to avoid them as much as possible. I was not sure, however, if I could really trust myself if I was given any attention in view of my shameful record over the last few days and, to be honest, I was not sure I had the willpower to remain entirely chaste during my stay. I did, however, manage to firmly but politely decline a few 'helpful' offers to assist me with my suitcase as I made my way to the lift.
My room was on the 4
th
floor and I was pleased to find it was quite luxurious. Michael had obviously paid extra for a superior room, which had a balcony overlooking the bay with glorious sea views. I unpacked and reflected ruefully on the items of clothing that were in my case which were brought largely for Michael's benefit and which I was now unlikely to require. These included a couple of tight, clingy mini-dresses and some sexy underwear and stockings. I stripped off my sodden clothes and recuperated in a long, hot bath. I then wrapped myself in a fluffy white bathrobe provided by the hotel and sank back on the king size bed with a gin and tonic from the minibar. I had a long, heated, telephone conversation with Michael in which I again let my unreasonable jealousy get the better of me despite my husband's solemn assurances that he was not attracted to his boss. I chose not to believe him and I realise now that I was just using this as a way of somehow excusing my own unfaithfulness.
Over the next couple of days I managed to avoid any unwarranted attention from the conference attendees by using room service for my meals and by going for long walks away from the hotel. During the daytime, in any case, the hotel was relatively quiet while the conference-goers attended seminars and lectures. In the evenings I stayed in my room and watched TV and had long telephone conversations with Michael in which I remained rather cool with him for 'abandoning', me as I unreasonably put it. In truth, I was having pangs of jealousy over the fact that he would be working closely with his rather ravishing boss and felt sure she would make a play for him.
On the third day of my stay I thought I would take a chance and use one of the hotel swimming pools. As the weather had improved, and the day was sunny and warm, I decided to use the open-air pool on the rooftop of the hotel. I put on the tiny bikini that I had bought especially for the trip which I knew Michael would have liked. It was basically just three small triangles of white cloth with string ties securing the bra top and the tiny briefs. I painted my nails and slipped my feet into a pair of flip-flops. Wearing my bathrobe and sunglasses and carrying a small tote bag I left my room and took the lift to the rooftop area.
The pool was almost deserted apart from a small group of people in the pool at the far end. I slipped out of my robe, kicked off my flip-flops, and settled myself into one of the sunbeds surrounding the pool. I took out my book to read but found it hard to concentrate on the words because of the raised voices and laughter of the people in the pool. I looked up and saw that the occupants of the pool appeared to be two couples and another older man. The older man appeared to be trying to catch one of the females in an attempt to pull her under the water. The other three were giggling and laughing at her struggles and her loud shrieking. I watched these antics for a while and eventually the two couples emerged from the pool, still laughing and joking with each other, while the older man remained. I watched them as they gathered their belongings from around sunbeds at the far side of the pool.
As they passed me on the way out, one of the women, a tall thin blonde I guessed in her thirties wearing a bright red one-piece swimsuit, glanced over at me.
"Be careful love, he's got his eyes on you!" She said, pointing at the older man in the pool. The other three laughed at her observation.
"I wouldn't go in the water if I were you, he'll have your top off in no time," said the other woman. She appeared to be older, probably in her forties, with short brown hair and wearing a black bikini, revealing plump, rather saggy, breasts. Her comment was met with further laughter from the other three as they made their way out.
These comments were rather unsettling as I was now the only other person at the pool apart from the older man, who was now swimming lengths using a powerful front crawl action. However, I was determined not to succumb to my feelings of vulnerability, and I huddled down on the sunbed, pulled my towel over me and immersed myself in my book hoping that the man would ignore me. I sneaked a look over the top of my book and saw his bald head bobbing up and down the water as he continued to swim lengths of the pool. As he came close to my end of the pool I noticed he would slow down and stare in my direction but, by wearing my sunglasses, I managed to avoid eye contact.
