The rest of the day we spent lounging around the pool, enjoying cooling dips. We dined with aunty going topless but wearing a scandalously little brief thong. I wore, as instructed for "formal" evening wear, the black thong.
After a lovely meal, washed down by a glorious Spanish red - I had been unaware there was such a thing - Aunty Pat let me watch two of her videos from her lingerie modelling days. I found both hugely arousing and we spent some of the time - when I could drag my eyes from the screen - kissing and caressing each other.
Later, as we rested in each other's arms after a passionate bout of love-making Aunty Pat informed me that her pool lady, Rosita, would be at work in the garden the next day.
"Do you want me to make myself scarce?" I asked.
Aunty Pat laughed: "No, not in the slightest. You can wear the saucy little posing pouch while you work on your suntan, it will amuse Rosita. But I have a confession to make, regarding my little pool girl."
I half suspected what was coming, but as innocently as I could, I asked: "What's that, aunty?"
"Well, sometimes Rosita and I go to Lesbos, if you get my drift - and don't looked shocked, darling, you've just seen me making love to some gorgeous models on my videos."
"So Rosita's a lesbian?" I asked, feeling disappointed, though why the hell I should care I didn't know - I was making love to the most superb woman in the entire world, the fact that her pool girl preferred ladies should have meant nothing to me.
"Well, I think she goes both ways, but I'm not sure," said aunty, as she flicked out the lights and we cuddled before falling into a deep sleep brought on by hours in the sun, many lengths of the pool, some excellent red wine and an exhausting fuck.
The following morning, I tried to give aunty a "dawn breaker", but she pushed me away. "I much prefer a mid-morning fuck, darling, save yourself for later."
But she did permit me the eroticism of a shower with her, our soap-lathered bodies sliding against each other sensuously, my erection pressing into her buttocks for much of the time as I soaped her front. Then she turned me round and pressed her 40-inch breasts against my back as she soaped my front, spending quite an amount of time on my cock and balls!
After an excellent breakfast - don't let anyone kid you that ex-models can't cook! - I went out into the sultry Spanish sun and clad in my illegally tiny red posing pouch, I began to work on my tan.
Some time later, Aunty Pat arrived, her body gleaming from the application of sun tan lotion. She was wearing a broad-brimmed sombrero, a tiny little g-string that just covered her pubes and a warm smile.
"Tony," she said, "say hello to Rosita."
I stood, hugely aware of the fact that my cock was straining to escape the satin cage around my groin and looked into the face of an extremely pretty woman, brown-eyed who I took to be in her mid-20s (she was, in fact, 24).
"Buenos dias, senor," the lady with the close-trimmed, jet black hair said, taking my hand and shaking it firmly. She was wearing a gleaming red PVC bikini top and hot pants made of denim which hugged her lush little arse, white sox and gleaming white Nike trainers. She had a deep brown sun tan.
"I'm afraid Rosita speaks only two languages," my aunt informed me, "Spanish and sex, so I will translate the Spanish bits."
"Tell her she's beautiful, aunty," I said, as I resumed my seat and lay down on my belly, hiding my burgeoning erection, but, of course, totally revealing my naked buns.
Rosita chirped away in Spanish. "She says you've got a great arse," said my aunt.
Then she gave Rosita instructions in fluent Spanish and while the Spaniard went to commence her poolside duties, Aunty Pat walked to a large floral garden and began to water the plants, bending from time to time to allow me stunning views up her legs to her hardly-covered pudenda.
While Rosita was occupied on cleaning leaves from the pool with a long basket-like contraption, I climbed from my recliner and walked over to aunty and placed my belly and groin against her suntan lotion-covered back.
Provocatively, I placed my hands in front of her and cupped her full, firm and naked breasts, finding her nipples erect like buds. "I need to fuck you, aunty," I whispered, trying to get my head around the brim of the sombrero. "It must be mid-morning and you did promise!"
As I said this, my stiffening cock sprang free from its confining posing pouch and pressed against her cream covered buttocks.
"All right, you impossibly randy young man," she laughed, "but first I'll finish this."
Then she rattled off some Spanish to Rosita, who in turn replied in her native tongue, words which were totally incomprehensible to me.
"I've told Rosita we're going upstairs for a fuck - and Tony?"
"Yes, aunty," I said, absent-mindedly rubbing my hard-on against her creamy bottom.
"I've told her she can come up and watch when she's finished getting the leaves from the pool!"
I gave a little start. "Christ, aunty," I remonstrated with her, "I don't know what I'm going to be like in front of a fucking audience."
Aunty Pat laughed: "The audience won't be fucking, she will be watching, silly. We're going to be the ones fucking. And in case you've got a problem, here's something to help you keep it up."
And with that, she stepped out of her little g-string and placed it on my face, the damp, aromatic material arranged across my nostrils. Rosita called to aunty, who translated.
"She says you are a great big pervert - now, off you go, and on the way walk past Rosita so she can see that delicious stiffy you're sporting."
I did as I was told, g-string on my face, penis swaying above my heavy-hung balls and Rosita stared directly at my cock as I passed her. She jabbered something in Spanish.
From where she was playing the hose over her flower garden, Aunty Pat called out to me: "Tony, Rosita says she'd like to suck that, but only after it's been up my cunt. So I guess she does go both ways, like I said last night!"
