I left the beach to find somewhere to stay the night. It was actually only mid-afternoon but I like to plan ahead. The village behind the beach has many holiday villas as well as holiday apartments. Whilst it was the height of the season this did not mean all were occupied all of the time; sometimes there are a few days between lettings; other villas are not rented but owned as holiday homes and the owners are not always there. I like to borrow one or two during my stay. Getting into them is not always easy but with the advantage of being able to stop time and so simply not be seen I always find accommodation. I walked up a street looking at the villas, some new built: some refurbishments of old buildings. From many came the sounds of splashing in the swimming pools or there was obvious signs of occupation whether clothes drying on a balcony or a car obviously parked outside.
Pausing before an older villa I could discern no obvious signs of occupation: it looked like a holiday villa but unoccupied. I turned into a side street alongside the villa's garden wall. It was not somewhere overlooked and there was no one around so l stopped time without worrying about being back in position when it re-started. There is a distinct wariness in my doing anything which might draw attention to myself such as appearing suddenly to vanish - just like that - when I stop time and move on without returning.
Climbing onto the roof of a parked car I was able to get from there over the wall and down into the villa's garden. The garden was mostly paved and had an inviting oval private swimming pool with deck loungers. I walked across to the French windows and found them unlocked. Slipping inside it was easy to quickly establish no-one was in residence and, indeed, the papers on the table showed a letting did not start for four days. I was pleased by my new acquisition. I re-started time, lay down on one of the beds and went to sleep.
Waking a couple of hours later I lay for a time happy in the knowledge I was on holiday and debating whether to have a swim in the pool or return to the beach. The idea of the beach won and I let myself out of the villa's front door and, before long, I was walking along the beach casually glancing at the prettier girls in the later afternoon sunlight. There were fewer families now and the younger people were taking over the beach. I particularly admired a couple of girls lying together on sun beds soaking up the sun. They were both topless as some girls like to be. I sat down near them and watched them through my shades. I was rewarded when one began to apply sun tan cream to her body. Her friend borrowed her tube and squeezed out more cream applying it generously to her exposed breasts. Unfortunately my gaze must have been a little too obvious despite my dark glasses and she scowled at me. I reacted by stopping time with the scowl still on her face. Once more silence descended and, without a glance at anyone else, removed my shorts and walked over to the two girls. I could now get a very close look at their breasts, though the scowling girl's were part covered by her hands massaging in the sun tan cream.
I sat down between them. They were both within easy reach. Reach I did and played with their nipples, alternately squeezing and rolling first one then another. I had four to play with so I was well supplied and spent time examining and fondling. I tried sucking but found the sun tan cream rather spoilt the taste! So, instead, I let my hand slide into the scowling girl's bikini bottoms. I could feel no hair, curly or straight and found she was completely shaved. Pulling aside the bikini I slipped my fingers into her labia. Very dry but easily remedied with the sun tan cream. Slicking some off her breast with my finger I pushed into her and felt around her sex. She was still scowling at me, though now perhaps with rather more reason! Standing I rubbed my penis head gently across her scowling lips. I liked the sensation. My penis slightly pushed open her lips and her saliva moistened the head. I kept this brushing movement up and watched as a small seepage of pre-cum leaked on to her lips. Taking myself in hand I rubbed up and down the shaft as I looked down at the two girls. Aiming carefully I came, splashing cum across the scowling girl's breasts and adding significantly to the cream already squeezed from the sun tan bottle.
Returning to my towel, and putting my shorts back on, I fixed my gaze on the scowling girl and re-started time. She continued to scowl at me as she rubbed her now more generously lubricated breasts, completely missing the differences in textures between the two 'creams,' before dropping her scowl and lying back on the lounger. Getting up I went for a swim. Returning, cooled and refreshed, I was amused to see, as I had expected, my semen had dried as a crusty film across her breasts where she had rubbed it all around. She was sitting up with a puzzled expression looking at the bottle and talking to her friend. They were squeezing out the cream and looking at it and then at her breasts. I watched them go off into the water, clearly dissatisfied with the brand of sun cream and anxious to wash it off, before picking up my things and heading back to my borrowed villa. Perhaps I would see them again and have some more fun with the sun cream.
It was evening. I had dined well. Fresh grilled fish with a salad and a few chips washed down with a cool crisp white wine. Coming back from the restaurant I lay by the pool in my borrowed villa feeling very content. The day had been hot and the evening was still very warm, so much more comfortable and relaxing than London. I looked up through the limpid evening light. The sky, stretching above me in the totally still air, was not black or even a dark blue. Perhaps an inky blue best described it, it was certainly quite, quite different to what I was used to. The contentment grew; the first day had been a wonderful start to my holiday.
I took off my clothes and slipped into the water and swam around in the dark under the stars, just quiet gentle strokes, feeling very peaceful. From the next door villa came the sound of adult laughter and sudden splashing. I got out of the pool and standing on a table and moving aside some of the creepers growing along the wall, was able to look over the separating wall and down into the neighbouring villa's pool area. Two young couples were swimming about in the water and to my delight were completely naked. I watched four bottoms moving about the water with the occasional sight of a breast as one of the girls stood in the water or turned towards me. With my two encounters this afternoon I was not really that interested so went back to my own pool and enjoyed some more quiet swimming on my own.
However curiosity got the better of me and I looked over the wall again. Things had developed and there were now two closely entwined couples rather than separate swimmers in the pool. I was tempted to stop time and join in but, frankly, I was tired, so I left that for another day and climbed up the stone steps to my borrowed bed. I slept deeply and contentedly.
