Ibiza. Sun, sea and oh yes sex. A week away with another woman, all those manly hunks, what else could I ever want in life? Well for one thing, a friend and not my mother.
So it's out with the tape measure and any dress or skirt under 20 inch's then it stays in the wardrobe, and need some new foot long knickers anyway. My mother can walk, but prefers to be pushed everywhere so it wont be a very enjoyable time for me, my one piece bathing costume will be the laughing stock on the beaches as even that will be pulled apart as showing to much flesh.
Mother was good anyway, a few large G and T's in the bar had her mellowing although going to bed at 11 was a pain, if only my lap top was here and this place had a phone line. Oh well, sitting on the balcony watching the world come alive and then going to sleep was fun, roll on Saturday week and the plane home.
Half way through the holiday, yes still seven long days to go we were having a meal at the only wheelchair friendly tavern on the island. It was full of us oldies at the time we went and the proprietors put on the old time music for us to 'enjoy'. After the meal the music often turned to an 'excuse-me' and being mainly full of spinsters and widows the guys seemed to have their pick. We were never considered by anybody however, but one guy I noticed that I could have taken a liking to was extremely particular in his choices. Being inquisitive had noticed he had only ever invited one lady for a dance and he cut the dance short probably he said something and the lady decided enough was enough. Was strange also that the more scarlet type woman were always going over to him and asking for his hand, but he would always refuse them as well.
Was the last Wednesday of our holiday, and this man was here again, dressed so smart, a handsome 'prize' but always alone. I hadn't noticed him giving me any particular attention, but mother needed the loo and as soon as I helped her out there I came back and sat down knowing she could manage alone from there.
Sitting back in my chair this man suddenly came over too me, I knew what he was going to say but with mother here I had to say no to his advances. He didn't say a word though, just pushed an envelope into my hand and left. Putting it quickly into my handbag by the time mother came back all was back to normal.
Wednesday night ended like the nights previous, spending the evening on my balcony listening to the life going on below. Forgetting, I realised I had an envelope in my handbag from this man, all of a sudden I was in a panic to read it.
Yum, not a bad word in it, but a three day account of his sighting's of me, on the beach, on my balcony and there at the tavern made me feel a little unnerving knowing I had this man watching my ever movement. I didn't show a sexual vibe off in all three situations, but this man had somehow suggested that I had in that every time I moved made his body stir. His long story was so erotic that I found myself in the quietness of the night exciting myself by this complete stranger’s letter, although it was still a little weird the amount of things he noticed.
Never having wrote a story like that before I laid awake all night trying to compose something for him and ended up with a pile of screwed up paper in the wastepaper bin with nothing written for him. In desperation, wanting desperately to say something I shook as on the back of his story I wrote a big thank you. Then putting it back in the envelope and in my handbag, I might have been able to pass it to him if there were to be a next time that our paths crossed.
Felt a little worried now, I was only out of our apartment for five minutes and I set eyes on this man, knowing he was looking at me I secretively took the message from my handbag and knowing he was looking I dropped it on to the pavement. Was a silly thing to do in a crowded place, but was fortunate that he got to the letter first, as my mother heard me give out a sigh of relief.
Thursday evening at the tavern was the same as every night only it had been a very warm day so with a storm expected that night the atmosphere was very heavy and the cheap perfumes were disguising the aromas of the food being served. Expecting rain I had only a thin summer dress on, knowing this man was bound to be at the tavern also I must admit that getting ready took a lot longer that night.
My mind was nowhere else either all evening, and our eyes kept meeting as mother was trying to hold a conversation with me. It was as if my eyes were sending a beam of light across to this man that evening as my mother seemed to follow my eyes and a stare from her had this poor guy quickly looking away in an uncomfortable manner.
But mother had to have her pee during the course of the evening and the second I returned expectedly to my seat this man was there waiting for me. He handed me a thick envelope this time and was off before I had time to really thank him for the last one, hiding it before mother returned I was suddenly feeling unwell and told mother I wanted to go back to the apartment.
Hurriedly I put her to bed and shut her bedroom door; the wind was beginning to get up with the patio doors wide open as I fumbled hastily in my handbag for this man’s letter. He was spending the night parked out on the beach below my apartment, the silly man, does he not know that the storm is coming. He wanted me to go out onto the balcony and read his story out there, something I wanted to do anyway, so that wasn't a problem.
It was one of those nights, really warm and I could hear thunder miles away knowing it wouldn't be long before the rain would come to cool my body down from the intense heat. It was pitch black out on the beach, no moon, so was he there? I will never know I thought.
Sorry to disappoint you who ever you are, but you might be out there, so am keeping my legs crossed and away from view this time while I read the letter. He wrote so nice, not a bad word in his story again even though wish I had decided to read it alone in my bed that night. He couldn't have known, but have been looking after my mother full time for ten years now have forgotten most of the things he had fantasised about in his story. It was lovely though, so decided I had to answer his queries if nothing else about me and give him the completed reply the next time I saw him. He had told me how lovely I was and the things he wanted to do to me. Well it was called cunnilingus in my day, and I was a bit old to worry about babies.
Felt in a mellow mood that night, a bottle of cold wine by my side and the wind now had began to blow cooler as well. I did answer his queries to the best of my knowledge that was, he will probably go looking for someone exciting afterwards anyway, but this was just a fun holiday thing wasn't it?
Rain was falling and the night had turned chilly as I tried to answer his questions, was a bit forward with them as well, but knowing this had become a fantasy thing I really didn't care what I said. Lightening was all around by the time I had finished, and an extra large flash revealed some silly person waving at me I think (hope) on the beach. It was him, that silly man had parked himself outside our apartment and must have been drowning in the rain.
