'Its just a fuck'.
Dee's words from earlier that evening spun round Jane's head as she heard the noises next door. She took a drink of water, trying to cool herself down. She wished she could go through to the kitchen area to get some ice but didn't want them to know she was awake. Not that they would have heard over the sound of Dee's rhythmic moans.
'Yes. Oh my God. Fuck me Simon.'
She heard Simon grunt, a deep bass noise with each thrust.
Jane got up and padded gently round to the window doors that opened onto the small balcony. She opened them slowly, quietly and stepped out. The Mediterranean air was warm and did nothing to cool her down.
'That's so good. Yes. Fucking amazing.'
Dee was getting louder. Even out here on the patio Jane couldn't escape the porn soundtrack her newly former student and the guy she'd picked up, within hours of arriving, were making. She could feel the tension in her breasts and groin and knew she was becoming aroused. It was like the time her husband had brought home a porn film for them to watch. She'd watched it reluctantly, even with three glasses of wine inside her, but nevertheless it did its job. She didn't make love with Robert that night. She fucked him, though she hated to admit it to herself, or anyone.
'Oh my God. I'm coming. Oh fuck, fuck...' Dee's voice degenerated into animal howls that rose and fell as her orgasm peaked then dissipated.
Jane could still hear Simon. The beat of his grunts getting faster as they got louder till he was just one long male roar.
Then there was silence. Then muted chat and giggles. Then peace.
Jane paced the floor. She took deep breaths and let them out slowly to calm her down. She climbed into bed, had another drink of water and remembered the party that had got herself into this.
It had seemed so simple really. Her final year students had been with her for four years so when they graduated and asked her to their party night it was the obvious thing to do. The night had been fun and even though she was forty seven and the girls were all twenty two she'd managed to hold her own with them. Jane was still slim with a good shape that she worked hard at keeping. She new she looked good that night and could pass for being at least ten years younger than she was. It had helped that she had her daughter, Gill, who was the same age as the girls, to advise on clothes, hair and makeup. The party had been great, nevertheless that evening when her student, Kate who was getting married in a couple of months, invited Jane to Mallorca for her hen weekend she was reluctant to say yes, even though a bit of her wanted too. She felt she was too old and it had taken a lot of persuasion from her husband Robert and Gill to get her to go.
So here she was awake early after having hardly slept thanks to the heat. The heat, she thought, no it wasn't that it had been the sound of sex next door. She still hated to admit to herself that it got her aroused. It had been one of the few occasions where she could have masturbated, but she didn't. Her mothers insistence that nice girls didn't touch themselves had been burnt into her as a teenager and she'd been hung up on it ever since. It had taken Robert to teach her that sex wasn't something dirty and sordid. He was kind and loving and while she let him push her boundaries she still had her hangups. She never left her sexual comfort zone. Well she kind of did, almost, just once, that time on the beach in Ibiza. She knew she had unscratched itches in the corner of her mind but the thought of where they might lead frightened her.
Jane got up to get some water and went quietly through to the apartment's living area. She didn't bother slipping her robe on.
The door to Dee's room was closed. they must still be sleeping, she thought. She went into the small kitchen area and filled her glass with cool water from the bottle in the fridge. I may as well make some tea. She put the kettle on and was trying to reach for a cup but the shelf was too high.
'I'll get that for you.'
Jane saw a muscular man's arm reach over her to grab the cup. Simon's arm. She felt his chest against her back as he leaned over. God she wished she'd put her robe on. Her PJs were shorts and a camisole vest top. Flimsy, for the heat, too flimsy for this.
'Thank you,' she said as she took the cup from him. She felt too awkward to turn round not knowing how to look him in the face after hearing him have sex last night. He won't know that though, he'll think I was asleep.
'Could you make one for me please?' He reached up for another cup as she busied herself making tea.
'Of course.' She took the cup from his hand. To her relief she felt him back away from her.
'Shall I make one for Dee?' She said as she poured the tea out.
'No, she's still sleeping'
'There's no milk I'm afraid.'
'Thats ok.' he said.
She turned round, a cup in each hand and nearly dropped them. Simon was naked, leaning with his back towards the breakfast bar. He smiled disarmingly as he took the cup from her. She felt her face flush. Just look him in the eye. keep eye contact she thought, desperately. She didn't want to mention his nakedness, that would have just made it worse. Pretend to be cool she thought.
Simon was talking about his European vacation. He and his friends were from the States. They had all just graduated and had taken time out to travel Europe.
She wasn't focussed on what he was saying and just hoped she said the right things to fill in the gaps. She was in a room alone talking to a naked man who was not her husband and less than half her age! It was like a headline in her mind. She hadn't been in a spot like this ever.
Jane's eyes kept being drawn to Simon's lean, muscular body. With his fair hair, handsome face and blue eyes he looked like an unbelievable fantasy. Not her first choice fantasy, that was the darker Mediterranean type, but Simon would more than do.
She'd kept avoiding his cock and balls but her eyes kept drifting down. My God his things big, certainly bigger than Roberts. Her husbands cock had always satisfied her but she knew he wasn't the biggest in the world, not that she had much to compare with.
She was aware he was looking at her staring at his cock. Was it her imagination or did it give a little twitch and grow a little as she looked. She wondered what it would look like hard. What it would feel like inside her. Embarrassed she tried to banish these thoughts from her mind. She asked for his empty cup so she could wash it. He handed it over and a look passed between them. It was as if he knew what she was thinking. She turned her obvious red face away as she went to the sink to wash the cups.
She'd forgotten she couldn't reach the shelf for them, no wonder in her flustered state. Simon was behind her again taking the cups from her hand. The full weight of his naked body was pressed against her back. Was that his cock she felt on her lower back. She turned round, thanking him, expecting him to step back. He did but remained in her space as if defying her to step away.
'Morning you two.' Dee's voice broke the moment. 'Simon, go and put something on. You'll scare the woman.' Simon stepped away to the bedroom a smile of entitlement on his face.
Dee felt the teapot was still warm and poured herself a cup.
'Maybe you weren't scared Jane. Did I interrupt something?'
'No. Of course not. I just made him a cup of tea.'
'You sure? He was naked and it looked like he had the beginnings of a semi.'
'Did he. Oh my God he did didn't he?' Jane clasped her hands to her face.
'You don't look too cool yourself Jane. Practising your cougar moves for tonight then?'
'No, not at all.'
'You sure?" Dee said.
Jane felt completely exposed her face was still flushed, her breath heavy and her nipples hard. She looked down to see them pushing out her camisole top.
