Rain battered the villa like a meteor strike from out of space whilst thunder rumbled from the heavens above and lighting lit up the evening Turkish sky. It would have been a spectacular sight for any photography enthusiast if it wasn't for the torrential rain making it virtually impossible to step outside.
Rachel couldn't believe it. It was the last week in August and here they were on the Turquoise Coast of Turkeys Lycia region in the middle of a storm.
After a four hour flight from the UK the married couple jumped into a taxi cab outside Dalaman airport a braved the 90km trip to their luxury villa overlooking the beach of Kalkan.
Finally arriving at the villa, home for the next two weeks, John quickly opened a bottle of wine that was kindly left in the fridge while his wife looked around the place.
The villa was a private property belonging to a couple in London who rented it out during the summer months before they returned to escape the UK winters.
Looking around Rachel smiled at the interior design noting it was just as it was in the brochure. The villa had three large bedrooms sleeping up to five people, all furnished in elegant traditional Turkish style. It also had central heating and air conditioning, TV, IPod docking station, telephone, safe Wi-Fi and all the kitchen amenities for a family. Somebody was even kind enough to stock up with coffee, tea, wine and some fresh groceries the day before they arrived.
Walking back into the kitchen Rachel joined her husband standing in front of the French windows looking out at the pool.
"This weather better clear up tonight," Rachel moaned, "I won't be happy being stuck in here all bloody week."
"It's meant to be hot again tomorrow, and for the rest of the week." John replied handing a glass of wine to his wife.
What attracted the married couple to this particular villa the most was the privacy it offered. The rear garden was enclosed by high stone walls and framed by an ancient olive tree. The pool was private with high quality furniture around it and Rachel imagined her sun soaked body lying naked by the pool.
"Are there any supermarkets or local shops in the area where we can buy some food?" John asked, walking away from the window.
"We passed a small convenience store not too far from here but it's not walk able in this weather." Rachel frowned.
"Who said anything about walking?" John scoffed. "I'm catching a cab."
"Haven't we got enough to make do until the morning?" Rachel asked, her expression making it clear she didn't want to leave the villa.
"We need some more wine and we haven't got much in the way of meals." John said. "I'll go on my own, I don't mind. I'll call a cab."
"Are you sure?" Rachel asked, "I mean getting in a cab on your own in this weather.
"No, its fine honestly, I'll call a cab while you make a list of the things you need."
Rachel smiled at her husband. He was always the organised one of the pair.
Rachel was twenty-five whilst Jon was twenty nine. Both were attractive with fantastic bodies keeping themselves in shape. But since getting married two years ago they had started to drift. It was mostly down to work and Rachel wanting to start a family. John felt under pressure all the time before finally forcing himself to take a step back and get his priorities in order.
John stood 5"9 tall with a toned muscular frame having regularly trained with weights. He often wore a suit hiding his body but his boyish good looks and gel styled short dark hair was still enough to attract the opposite sex. But he only had eyes for his sexy wife.
Rachel meanwhile was a sexy 5"5 long haired blonde. She was also had a petite size 10 waist line and a thin well looked after body. Her 32D bust sat firmly on her chest and she always made a conscious effort to impress her husband.
Recently though she had felt neglected with her husband working all the time, and making excuses to delay trying for a baby. It wasn't that Rachel wanted to be a stay at home mum and wife it was just that she felt ready and that the man she had fallen in love with had wanted the same. But as routine set into the marriage and the work-life balance swung in the wrong direction they both become somewhat disillusioned with where their interests lay.
After counselling John cut back his hours in work and began spending more time with Rachel who only had a part-time job. They began to budget and not worry too much about money, even realising the earned more than enough to live on. John was a highly paid manager at an insurance broker, so with some left over holidays the couple agreed to book a fortnight away somewhere hot and quiet.
Rachel found the villa online and it didn't take long to convince her husband it was the right place to go. John feeling upbeat even suggested that his wife stop taking the pill in the hope she would conceive and they could start the family they always talked about. The thought of conceiving on holiday felt romantic and Rachel happily agreed.
Soon enough the taxi cab was at the gates of the villa with the driver beeping the horn.
With no winter clothes packed inside his suitcase John was still wearing the jeans and t-shirt he wore over on the plane. The thin jacket he also wore to keep the cabin chill from his body was the best thing he had in an attempt to keep dry.
Sprinting towards the taxi cab he quickly jumped into the passenger seat next to the driver and slammed the door shut. The cab driver smiled and asked where he wanted to go.
"To the closest shop please." John said fastening his seat belt.
Meanwhile Rachel sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette, drawing the smoke into her lungs before exhaling and relaxing. The thunder roared outside high above the resort as she sat there happily enjoying the comfort of the villa. She welcomed the loneliness and peace after the weeks of stress back home in work and her husband's constant stressing over packing for the holiday and getting them to the airport on time. Finishing her cigarette and glass of wine Rachel jumped up from the sofa and went to pour another glass. Walking to the fridge she felt a little dizzy from the speed of drinking the first glass but smiled to herself, silently remembering that she was on holiday after all.
Sitting herself comfortably back on the sofa she sank back into the soft fabric and drank some more wine. It tasted delicious adding to the warm sensation the first glass had given her.
Leaning over to the small coffee table, which was stood beside the sofa, she picked up one of the long white candles from its stand and smelt it. It smelt of white roses and she closed her eyes taking the scent in deeper.
Wondering how long her husband would be she gently stroked the candle along her jean covered thigh before taking another large gulp of wine. Her waistband felt tight as she lay back on the sofa, so placing her wine glass down on the coffee table she unzipped her jeans. Glancing at the front door she thought about waiting for her husband. A moment passed before she smiled to herself and pulled her jeans right off. That was better she thought with a cheeky grin.
Rachel moved the candle over her bare thigh this time before running it along her other leg. The hard wax felt soft on her leg as she stroked it up and down her smooth flesh. The candle was thick and about eight inches in length, bigger than her husband she thought. Running the candle back and forth her skin she began to awaken her senses further before spreading her legs and running the thick stick between the insides of her thighs.
Her blouse rode up her flat tummy slightly as she wiggled about on the sofa. She knew she was wet between her legs, she could feel the moisture seeping into her panties but she daren't touch herself yet.
A few more minutes of teasing herself and Rachel had the candle running over her panties before she pressed the thick object hard into the soft flesh above her pubic bone. She jolted and gasped before admitting she could take no more. Instinctively she ripped off her panties and welcomed the cool breeze on her pulsating pussy.
