At last, we were able to go on holiday without the kids. The youngest was now seventeen and far too sophisticated to go away with her boring, old parents. The fact that we were only in our late thirties seemed to pass her by, but we accepted her choice and were determined to make the most of our new found freedom.
We decided on a nice hotel on Majorca and flew off with eager anticipation. After an early flight we got settled in to our room, changed into shorts and t-shirts and went off to explore the hotel, beach and the local village.
The hotel had two pools, a large one for families and a smaller one with a swim up bar. A short walk down a path brought us to the beach where sunshades and loungers were included. The village was quiet with a few shops and restaurants. It was all very nice and we looked forward to a relaxing time.
We were both tired after the early start and had a nap before getting ready for dinner. I decided on a summer dress with bra and pants with sandals whilst Bob wore slacks and a short sleeved shirt.
Dinner was taken at tables around the larger pool. The candlelight and a couple of glasses of wine proved very relaxing and after the meal we moved into the bar for a few drinks.
Now I am not a big drinker and didn't realize that Spanish measures are so much bigger than the small tots we get in the UK, so after three vodka and cokes I was feeling no pain, in fact I was feeling slightly horny.
At about 11pm a DJ started up and we both decided that some dancing was on the cards. Bob went into his dad-dancing mode and I followed him as best I could. Soon we were both hot and sweaty and broke for another drink. After a while the DJ put on a slower tune so we went back on the dance floor and started smooching along to the music.
The mood turned a bit more romantic and soon Bob's hands were creeping down to my arse and after a couple of half-hearted attempts at moving them up I decided that I might as well enjoy it. The dance floor was quite crowded and we weren't the only ones indulging in a little fondling and groping. Bob pushed his leg in between mine and I helped by spreading my legs for him and after a while I began to push my crutch against him. My horniness ratio shot up the scale and I could feel my pussy getting wet as my flimsy panties started to feel damp and sticky. I whispered to Bob that we should take this upstairs and, after he had adjusted his trousers, we walked off the dance floor, gathered up our drinks and made our way to our room.
Once in the room it took us no time to strip off and jump on to the bed. After a very short amount of foreplay Bob slid down and plunged his face into my pussy, lapping up the juices that had been dripping out of me. His tongue was driving me crazy and when he began licking my clit I nearly hit the ceiling. I could feel a climax building and held his head to encourage him in his efforts. Of course, being a man he had different ideas and lifted himself up, climbed on and pushed that lovely, thick cock straight up me.
Now I know Bob very well and whereas I needed a quick fuck and orgasm, when he has a drink he can go for hours without cumming.
I was not in the mood for that and after about five minutes I whispered into his ear.
"Lick me, please lick me."
He groaned a bit and kept on with his thrusting.
"Bob, for fuck's sake lick my clit, please!" I demanded.
With another small groan he pulled out of me, went down onto my hot, juicy cunt and once again assaulted my swollen clit. That was just what I needed and I clamped my thighs around his head and held him there. After a few minutes I knew I was going to cum and cum big and encouraged him in his task.
"That's it darling, keep licking that big hard clit for me! faster, harder. Lick it, lick it!" I cried as the wave broke and I orgasmed hard and fast.
My clit became too tender and I had to push him away.
I lay there with my legs spread and my gaping, dripping pussy on show. He could not resist and again slid that marvellous cock into me. All I wanted to do was sleep but luckily he too was so excited that he soon grunted and shot a huge load into me. After a little cuddling we both fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, after a late breakfast, we decided to try the smaller, quieter pool and chose a couple of sunbeds shaded by a palm tree. No point in risking sunburn after all. We spent what remained of the morning reading, swimming and playing our favourite game which we call would you? This involves us watching our fellow sunbathers and one asking the other would you? There were a few couples around the pool but I only came up with a couple of maybe's. Bob is not so fussy and pointed out a few possibilities and a "not half."
We wandered back into the dining room for a light lunch and a beer before making our way back to the pool. Imagine our surprise when we got back to see a tall, fit, young man on the sunbed opposite ours. His tan showed he had been at the resort for a while and his blonde hair had been bleached by the sun. Altogether a "Definite plus" in my book. I lay down on the sunbed and, glancing at Bob, saw a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what I was thinking.
"OK," I thought, "lets prove him right." and I slowly released the ties on my bikini top and slid it off, exposing my perky breasts and by now, swollen nipples to the sun, and of course, to the view of the Adonis opposite.
I heard a subdued snigger from Bob who volunteered to rub some sun cream on my chest.
"No thanks" I replied "I've got this."
I poured out some lotion on my hands and slowly applied it to my breasts, taking my time to do one at a time and paying particular attention to my hard nipples. I saw the guy's eyebrows shoot up behind his sunglasses and knew he was copping an eyeful over his book.
After putting the sun cream away and drying my hands I picked up my book and tried to read but my eyes kept straying to the vision opposite. I spotted him looking again so I spread my legs a little to give him something to look at.
As was usual in those days he was wearing Speedo's and it was obvious that he was becoming aroused. I then spread my legs to both sides of the sunbed and put both feet on the ground. From his reaction I knew this was too much for him and he hurriedly got up and jumped in the pool. He then proceeded to do laps up and down the pool, probably to try to calm the wonderful looking lump in his pants.
Bob slid his hand on to my oily leg and squeezed.
"You're such a tease," he laughed "or would you like to do more than tease?" he enquired.
"Whatever do you mean?" I asked
"Well he's definitely a "definite" in your eyes. Perhaps we could have a bit of fun with him."
"Don't tell me," I said "you want to watch him fuck me?"
"Oh no, " he chuckled "I was thinking along the lines of a threesome."
By now my pussy was soaking wet and I got off the sunbed, put my bikini top back on and wandered off to the pool to calm down.
Wonder boy was still ploughing up and down (no pun intended) so I managed a few sedate laps of breaststroke before he veered slightly off course and managed to splash me in passing. He stopped and apologised profusely whilst I told him not to worry. He had a very smooth American accent and I asked him where he was from.
It turned out he was born in Virginia but moved to Washington. He was now working for a large bank and was on a secondment to Berlin. As we chatted it turned out that he had booked to come away with a girlfriend but they had split up two weeks before the flight and he had decided to come alone.
"Well," I said "I am sure you will enjoy it and have some fun here."
"Oh, I'm only here for a couple more days," he said "but it has been a bit quiet and boring so far."
"Never mind," I laughed "I am sure something will come up!" and with that I climbed up out of the pool, making sure he got a good look at my bottom as I did so.
"Was that fun?" asked Bob.