Jean Rawlins was a very glamorous fifty two year old woman. She had a slim but busty figure with a 38DD chest and was five feet eight inches tall in her stocking feet. Her long black hair and green eyes with a dress style that was classic and alluring made sure that nearly every man took a second glance at her.
Jean though wasn't interested in older men at all as she preferred younger lovers, usually eighteen to twenty year old boys and girls and also women that were younger than herself.
She thought them much softer than testosterone filled adult males. Plus she was a bit of a dominatrix and liked her own way.
Now she was on her own on her annual two week holiday in a boutique hotel on Rhodes, one of the Greek Islands, enjoying her palatial suite and the hotel's amenities.
That is until a new family of four arrived at the hotel on the Wednesday and visited the pool on their first morning.
The husband was around forty Jean guessed. Good looking but he did nothing for her. The wife late thirties, she reckoned, was about five feet two, slim with shoulder length blonde hair.
There was a son who was probably eighteen or nineteen but looked younger and took after his mother in size and hair colouring. Then there was the daughter, her brother's twin sister she found out later, blonde and just as cute, thought Jean.
Jean had spent the previous few days as she had done for the last few years of coming to this hotel on holiday by sunbathing at the pool, walks on the beach, nice food and a drink at the bar between reading stories on her kindle.
The newly arrived family grabbed some sun beds not too far from hers and she could feel the husband checking her out.
'Well,' she thought, 'if that's what you want then get a load of this!'
She stood up and stretched before easing herself into the clear water of the pool to cool down. She always swam breaststroke with her sunglasses on to shield her eyes from the glare of the sun that reflected off the water.
Also she knew that when she climbed out of the pool her black one piece costume would be wet look and clinging to her body so with her shades on she could see who was checking her out without being too obvious.
Of course the husband was looking and she was sure the wife was giving her the once over but it was the look on the son's face that gave her the most satisfaction.
'Hmmm,' she thought, 'I might be able to have some fun there.'
The next few days passed with the family saying 'good morning,' then the obligatory, 'nice day again' and eventually this led to a little chat about the weather and their respective holidays
It was on the following Saturday night that Jean had just eaten at a local restaurant and was having a brandy at the pool bar, enjoying the warm night air when the family came back from their meal. The husband, who must have had a few drinks, plucked up the courage to ask if they could join her.
'Of course,' replied Jean nonchalantly.
They settled down in the chairs around Jean's table, the parents opposite and the boy and girl on either side. Every time Jean crossed and uncrossed her legs her dress rode higher up her thigh which had not gone unnoticed by the son Ben, who tried unsuccessfully to hide the lump in his shorts.
Jean mercilessly teased him before declaring that she was tired and said her good nights.
The next night the family came in and joined Jean for a night cap once more. This time though the daughter wanted to go to bed so Susie her mother said she would go up too. Tom, the husband and Ben stayed down to chat to Jean.
'I'm going to have another, would you like one Jean.'
Jean declined so Tom went over to the bar to get his own drink. This gave Jean the chance to talk to Ben on her own.
She found out the family were going home on Wednesday and that his sister and he had single rooms on the floor above their parents.
'So, do you sneak out at night to meet girls when your parents are asleep Ben?' she asked him.
Ben just blushed and shook his head.
'Shame, you could have come to my room and kept me company.' Jean teased
Ben didn't know what to say.
'Why don't you come up at midnight. Room 318, top floor and I'll give you a proper drink.' she said.
Before Ben could reply his father came back.
'Well,' said Jean, 'I'm off to bed too.' Tom looked disappointed and Ben just looked at his feet.
'Good night then,' said Jean. 'Night,' murmured Ben. 'Night,' said Tom.
Jean was dressed in her long cream silk dressing gown with nothing on underneath. She knew her nipples could be seen and this made her even hornier and them even harder. At midnight there was a soft knock at the door. Jean smiled to herself.
She opened the door and ushered Ben in quickly so not to be seen. He was only wearing a t-shirt, a pair of shorts and had nothing on his feet.
'Hello darling,' said Jean. Ben smiled. She poured them both a Metaxa brandy before sitting on the sofa and beckoning him to sit beside her.
'Cheers,' she said. Ben took a sip and promptly had a coughing fit. Jean took the glass from him and put both hers and his on the coffee table before rubbing his back.
