I left the bathroom, "John, this is far too small and revealing...I can't wear this out there, not by the pool or on the beach!"

John looked at me and smiled, he crossed the room and brushed his fingers over my pussy mound, "I think that we might need to trim this lot down, looks like you're trying to smuggle a small fury animal inside your pants."

John looked over his shoulder at our balcony, it was fourteen feet deep and the first six feet had privacy screens on each side, "If you don't want to sunbath at the poolside, how about sunbathing out on the balcony?"

I moved to the doorway out onto the balcony and looked around, we weren't overlooked from any other hotel, the rooms on either side of us could see if someone looked around the privacy screen but we hadn't heard a sound from either side since we arrived last night so I slipped out onto the balcony and stretched out on the sunlounger closest to the bedroom. John pulled another lounger that was more out in the open over so that he could lie next to me.

At eleven o'clock, there was a sound from the room on our left hand side, the swooshing sound of a sliding door opening and then German voices, at least three, a man's voice, a woman's and the third voice was either a young girl or a very young boy. They walked to the edge of their balcony and looked down at the pool and then over to the beach, the man said, "Mittagessen zuerst!"

John was excited because he could actually see the German man as he looked over the balcony and then the three of them turned to the right so they didn't see us close up to our bedroom window. John whispered, "I think he just said lunch first!"

I pricked my ears up, "Lunch...I know that the kid's club will take Peter to the snack bar for his lunch but we could dig him an escape tunnel, help him get out for an hour and take him to the main dining room for some better food!"

"Are you going to lunch in your bikini?"

I shook my head, "No way...anyway, it is against the hotel's rules to eat in the dining room in swimwear!"

I pulled a dress over my head but left my bikini on underneath. We walked through the hotel, holding hands like a couple of teenagers and sprung Peter from kid's club, he looked totally bored, even though there were tons of things to do, there was a shortage of boys as well as a shortage of kids of his own age to play with. Peter was fourteen years old so one of the oldest kids enrolled into the kid's club. Even the girl that had taken his interest that morning had gone, she was having one last game on the x-box before the bus took her and her parents to the airport to return home.

While the other kids from the kid's club went to the snack bar to eat their lunch of chicken nuggets and chips, we went to the hotel's dining room. The room was packed almost to the rafters. We were behind a family of three, they asked the waiter for a table for three, he made a note of their room number and went off to see if there was a table for three or four that he could give them, and while he was gone, another waiter asked us for our room number, as soon as John told the waiter our number, the man from the family in front of us turned, he smiled at John and offered his right hand, "We appear to be neighbours...we should group together and take one of the empty tables for six!"

John agreed and the six of us were taken to one of the larger tables. We ordered our starter and then there was a round of introductions, the man was Wolfgang, his wife Martha and their daughter, who looked eighteen years old but turned out to be thirteen, was Mia.

Mia and Peter started chatting up a storm, Mia asked Peter if he was going to the beach after lunch, he told her that he was going to the kid's club, they had a trip to the go-cart track and Peter wanted a go at driving a go-cart.

John and Wolfgang got on well, Wolfgang asked John if he'd been to the resort before which we hadn't, Wolfgang mentioned a beach to the south, Wolfgang called it a free beach, John said, "How much does it cost to use the other beaches?"

Wolfgang laughed, "Not free of charge...free of rules!"

When lunch was over, we took Mia with us to enrol her in the kid's club while Wolfgang and Martha headed off to the beach. After we'd dropped the kids off, John and I went out onto the hotel's beach, I was wearing my bikini under my dress and John was wearing his trunks under his chinos but while John took his shirt and trousers off as soon as we hit the sand...I had no plans of taking my dress off, I still felt that my bikini was far too revealing for a public space.

We looked around for an hour and then John pointed to the south, "Let's go and see what the difference is between the hotel's beach and the free beach to the south!"

We followed the water's edge on our walk to the south, after the main hotel area, there seemed like there should have been a river that had dried up, now just a depression in the sand that acted like a dividing line. The first few women we saw after the dried river bed were topless while the men with them were totally naked and the further we walked to the south, the more nudity we saw.

As we got further to the south, Spanish men started approaching us and asking if I'd like a little sun cream, they were even offering to apply it for me...it took a little time to get rid of each man. John suddenly pointed towards a rocky outcrop that looked like it marked the end of the beach, Wolfgang and Martha were next to the rocky outcrop, they were both naked, Wolfgang was standing there, his cock standing to attention while Martha was on her back with a swarthy Spaniard massaging sun cream into her body while three other men stood around watching, rubbing their own cocks.

I stopped in my tracks, Wolfgang was engrossed in a conversation with one of the voyeurs so he wasn't looking in our direction, I whispered, "We'd better not get any closer...it could get embarrassing later, we have to spend a fortnight in the room next to those two!"

Wolfgang suddenly knelt down, his knees wide apart and his bum pointing at me and John, John laughed, "It looks like Wolfgang might be bi!"

"Bi what?"

"Bi-sexual, look at how wide open his anus is!"

"Darling, you're so full of shit!"

John laughed at that comment, "Shit isn't what Wolfgang is going to be full of!"

Even from fifty feet away I spotted that the reason that Wolfgang was kneeling down, he had pulled a large box of condoms from his beach-bag and he retrieved a few foil wrapped condoms from the box.

The Spaniard pulled Martha to her feet and they walked towards the wilderness at the back of the beach followed by Wolfgang and the three other men.

John spotted another path into the wilderness at the back of the beach that looked like it was going to cross paths with the one that Wolfgang and Martha were walking along. John dragged me behind him to that path. We entered the wilderness about forty feet to the north of the path taken by Wolfgang and Martha but what we found on our path was an old derelict house and we actually saw Wolfgang, Martha and the three Spanish men entering the derelict building through the back door

Martha was very matter of fact about things, she didn't look at Wolfgang or the other men that had followed them into the derelict house...the number of men seemed to have grown to at least a half a dozen during the walk from the beach...she ignored them all as she spread a beach towel out on the tiled floor before settling down onto it, on her back with her legs wide open.

Wolfgang handed the Spaniard that had been oiling Martha a condom, the man rolled the condom down the length of his cock and then he knelt between Martha's thighs while Wolfgang stood watching. Martha groaned with pleasure as the stranger sank his latex covered cock into her cunt and as she groaned, Wolfgang's cock bounced and there was a dribble of pre-cum trickling down the length of his erect cock.

I'd never really watched sex in real life, we didn't do it all that often and we were usually in total darkness...even this morning, when we fucked, we kissed all the time and my eyes were closed for the kiss.

I watched one of the men standing in a semicircle around the fucking couple tap Wolfgang on his right arm, Wolfgang handed the man a condom, I was about to ask John if he was going to take a turn at Martha after her current fuck buddy had finished with her but stopped myself when I spotted that the second man was already rolling the condom down his own cock.

There was a shuffling movement, the second man bent his knees, inched in behind Wolfgang and stood up with a sharp movement, Wolfgang gasped...more in pain than pleasure, I was sure, and John whispered in my ear, "See, I told you that Wolfgang was bisexual."

I returned John's whisper, "What are you playing at?"

John looked a little affronted or was it confused…"What do you mean darling?"

I'd suddenly realised that I could see both of John's hands...I jerked my body to the left, a man had followed us from the beach, and he was stroking my arse under the back of my dress and because the bikini bottoms were French cut, there was no material to cover my arse.

I stormed off, away from the house and the excitement of watching Wolfgang and Martha being fucked by strangers. John followed after me, catching me at the edge of the beach.

"Did you like the way that Martha looked?"

I gave John a suspicious sideways glance, "What...you mean with a stranger fucking her in front of her husband?"

"No, I mean her shaved pussy?"

I gave it a moment's thought, "I don't mind...I mean...it's your toy, you should have it looking how you want it to look!"

John grinned at me, "Let's go back to the room!"

John carried his shirt and trousers in front of his trunks to hide his erection from everyone else on the beach...not that he needed to bother really, on the south beach, men were far bigger than him even when flaccid and their cocks were out in the open for everyone to see.

John was so excited that I expected to be impaled as soon as I closed the door to our hotel bedroom, he did pull me over to the bed so fast that I couldn't lock the door and he stripped me naked in about ten seconds flat but before he climbed on top of me, he changed his mind and fetched his disposable razor and his shaving cream as well as a wet flannel and he started the process of shaving my pussy even though the pre-cum leaking from his cock was soaking the front of his trunks. While John was busy shaving me I was busily rubbing his cock through his trunks.

Once John was happy that there wasn't a single hair left...Not even the slightest hint of any stubble inside or out of my vagina, he jumped on top of me and started fucking me hard and fast.

From previous experience, with how turned on John was and the way that he was fucking me, I guessed that he was going to be at me for the better part of an hour but once again, after just fifteen minutes, the sound of our chambermaid knocking on our door took him over the edge earlier than he wanted to. The chambermaid called out, "Housekeeping!" and the door started to open slowly.

I shouted, "Just a minute!"

The door stopped opening and the chambermaid called out, "Sorry madam!"

John ran for the bathroom with his hands covering his cock, the bedroom door was still open a fraction of an inch so I walked over to it, using the door to screen my naked body, I apologised to the chambermaid and told her that we would need a few minutes, "I need a shower before I can leave the room."

"Okay madam, I will clean next door first!"

I joined John in the bathroom and we both stepped into the shower together just as the chambermaid started cleaning Wolfgang and Martha's bathroom.

Hearing the maid just a few inches away from us suddenly recharged John's batteries and his erection sprang into life against my bottom and he started fucking me from behind as we stood under the cascading water, not our first fuck in a shower while on holiday but certainly our most unusual one!

By the time that we finished our combined shag and shower, it was time for me to go and pick Peter up from kid's club, I saw him and Mia play-fighting and arguing, Mia claimed that she won the race on the go-carts fair and square while Peter contested that she had cheated, she had taken a shortcut when two of the back markers that they were about to lap, crashed and blocked the track. Peter waited until the younger racers had sorted themselves out before driving through the last bend to take the chequered flag while Mia drove out of bounds to get in front of the tangle of carts and bodies.

When Mia saw me she phoned her father, she gave me a grimace, "My parents are right at the southern end of the bay, it'll take them ages to get here, can I come with you guys please?"

I smiled and nodded my head. It was good that Mia spoke very good English, at least we could have a reasonable conversation as we walked back to our room.

Mia asked where John was, "He popped to the hotel shop, something he wanted to buy before they closed!"

When John returned with his carrier bag full of goodies, I played lucky dip and pulled out a pair of French knickers in a rather racy red colour, I was holding them up, looking at them as Peter walked past me, he pinched the gusset between his thumb and index finger and rubbed the material between them, "Nice Liverpool FC shorts mum, what are they made of?"

Mia whispered something in his ear, his face turned bright red and he dropped his hand as if the knickers were red hot, rather than just a red colour, and had burnt his fingers. Mia laughed, "Don't be silly Peter, your mother hasn't even tried them on yet...look, they are brand new!"

Peter was very flustered and that surprised me a lot, just two days before, when we were packing to come on holiday, Peter had helped me to pack our clothes, that meant that he was folding clothes with me and working out the best place to pop things into our cases...even folding my knickers without a single sign of embarrassment and now, just forty-eight hours later, he had been totally embarrassed just by feeling my new underwear.

Mia felt the knickers as well, she grinned at me, winked her eye, "Real silk Victoria...should I take Peter to the amusement arcade next door for a game of pool or something to give you guys a little privacy?"

I shook my head, "Thanks Mia but we don't need any more privacy!"

Mia and Peter traded punches again as they walked out onto the balcony, they dragged the lounger that I'd used earlier and both climbed onto it out in the sun even though they were still fighting, or rather, play fighting.

I was about to go out onto the balcony but stopped when I heard Mia talking to Peter about my new knickers, "When my dad started shaving my mother, she loved the feeling of French knickers..."

Peter looked confused, to Peter, only men shaved, he even rubbed the fingers of his right hand against his chin...

"...not her chin Dummkopf...between her legs."

Peter was already on a different track when Mia told him that her father shaved her mother between her legs, "I thought that French knickers were those very small ones that have massive leg holes and the waist band hooks over the girl's hip....shaves her where?"

"Her pussy!"

I saw Peter blush again, "He...does...not!"

Mia nodded her head and gave Peter a serious look as her head was moving up and down, Peter was just about to play punch her shoulder again when her mobile phone rang, Mia looked at the screen and then she lifted it to her ear, " Hallo Liebling ... wie schlimm ist das Schiff?"

John wrapped his arms around my waist, "Oh dear...that doesn't sound good for Peter...I think Mia is talking to her boyfriend on the phone, he must be working on a ship somewhere, Mia just asked him how bad the ship is!"

I looked over my shoulder at John and whispered, "Why would that be bad for Peter?"

John chuckled, "Peter is smitten by her, I acted just like him when I first met you all those years ago...mind you, never in front of my mum or dad, not for a whole year..."

"I met your parents after we'd been going out for a month!"

John laughed, "I know that but I'd been mooning after you for almost a year before my mates got fed up with me and forced me to actually talk to you, my life got much easier after that...I can tell you!"

I was brought back to the kids on the balcony, Mia said, " Das ist Peter, er ist bei uns im Hotel nebenan, ich warte hier, bis meine Eltern aus dem Swingerhaus zurück sind!"

Mia moved the phone so that it wasn't against her ear but the screen was pointing between the both of them as they sat on the lounger.

The little voice from the phone said, " Sprichst du Deutsch Peter?"

Peter shook his head, "No sorry Manfred...I only speak English!"

"Oh...so Mia has told you about me then?"

Peter nodded his head, "I asked her earlier why she was so unhappy, she told me that you should have been here with her and her parents this week but at the last minute a boat was diverted to your shipyard for emergency repairs so your company cancelled your holiday so that you could work on the ship over the new year...you were hoping that it would be a quick repair and that you could drive down here to meet her in a day or two!"

"In that case Peter, we will speak in English for your benefit, do you like Mia? Do you think that she is pretty? Am I the luckiest man in the world?"

Peter nodded his head three times, one for each question.

"It is good that my girlfriend has a boy who she likes and who likes her to keep her happy while I'm stuck working on a British ship on Bremerhaven when I should be in Lloret-de-Mar with her!"

"What ship are you working on Manfred?"

"It's a seventy thousand ton cruise ship called the MS Ambience from Tilbury in London. They found cracks in the lowering arms for one lifeboat during their annual inspection, should only have taken one day, two at the most to fix the problem but when we scanned the other lifeboats rigging, we found micro fractures forming in all of the others as well, it'll take two whole weeks to fix all the issues so I won't be able to get down to Spain before Mia and her family return to Bremerhaven!"

I changed my mind about going out onto the balcony, I went to the bathroom and John stood at the open door to talk to me as I got changed for dinner, he grinned at me as I dressed in the new sexy lingerie that he'd just bought me, "How do those knickers feel against your skin?"

I giggled, "They feel very special now that there are no hairs pushing them away from my pussy!"

John looked towards the balcony to make sure that the kids were still sharing the lounger out there and there was no danger of them walking through the room and catching me prancing about the bathroom in my skimpies, I thought about Mia's boyfriend's conversation, "Well, Manfred's comment about being on holiday with Mia and her family explains why Wolfgang and Martha came to a place like this with their thirteen year old daughter...she was going to be looked after by her boyfriend around the hotel while Wolfgang and Martha went to the south end of the bay to make new friends!"

John chose the dress he wanted me to wear, well, actually two dresses, the first dress was a little black cocktail dress, short length, deeply plunging neckline front and back and sleeveless, the second dress was actually a nighty, totally see through, black chiffon, knee length with long sleeves that I had to wear over the top of the first dress. The little black cocktail dress was as sexy as hell but covering it with the nighty made it look even sexier.

I was just doing the bathroom catwalk for John when the bedroom door knocked, John opened it to Wolfgang and Martha and he was greeted with, "Hi John, is Mia there please?"

I walked through the bedroom to the balcony door and said, "Mia, your mum and dad are here!"

Mia rolled off of the lounger and gave Peter one last punch, "See you later slow-coach..." Mia looked at me and she stopped in her tracks, "...wow Victoria, you look very sexy in that outfit!"

I thanked her, Peter had heard her comment and he turned in his seat on the lounger, "Double wow mum, is that a new dress as well?"

I smiled at him and shook my head, "No, not new, the dress on top is older than you and the dress under it is a year old but I've never worn them both together before." In my head I continued, 'and the top one, never outside the bedroom before!'

Peter walked past me and said, "I need a shower before dinner!"

I gave John a shocked look, he returned it, "See, I told you that Peter was in love!"

Peter had his shower and used a little of my styling mousse to flatten his hair down like an advertisement for Brylcreem from my youth. He was wrapped in a towel as he crossed the room to the wardrobe with his clothes in it. He turned his back on me while he dropped the towel and stepped into his underpants. I caught a stray reflection from the mirror on the bedroom wall, the last time I saw that particular view of my son, he was ten years old, his cock was tiny, less than an inch long but it had another inch of 'Polo-neck' skin hanging off of the end and he was totally hairless, now, just four years later, he had a jet black halo surrounding his flaccid cock and even though he was totally flaccid, his cock was actually slightly bigger than his father's in a similar condition.

I'd never bothered about the size of John's cock before, it seemed to be exactly the right size for me, the right size for my cunt, he could fuck me for hours without making me sore...my sister went for men with larger cocks, so much so that she often complained of being sore after just one hour of fucking from them but after what I'd seen on the Southern beach, men with all sizes of cock...longer cocks, fatter cocks, cocks that bent like a banana to the left or to the right and I wondered, just wondered, what it would feel like to have one of them ramming into my body instead of my husband's cock.

While I'd been off visiting the southern end of the bay in my mind, John and Peter had dressed almost identically, dark trousers and white short sleeved shirts with open collars. They finished dressing just in time for the knock on our door to tell us that our neighbours were going down to dinner.

Mia was at the door, she laughed when she saw Peter's hair all slicked down the way it was, "Peter, you look just like one of those flyboys out of the US Army Air Base in Truppenubungsplatz that come into Bremen looking to screw German girls..."

She ruffled his fringe to make it look just like it did before he slicked it down. John pulled our door closed and checked that it was locked, Wolfgang just walked away from his bedroom door and let it close behind him without checking. He looked over his shoulder at John turning our door's handle to make sure that it had self locked, "The door locks were made by Siemens John, they won't fail, top class German engineering, not like French, Spanish or Italian engineering...even English equipment isn't as reliable as German!

Mia and Peter were waiting at the lift for us to get there, Peter had a little smudge of red on his lips, the same red as Mia had painted on her lips. I rubbed it off with the tip of my thumb which caused Peter to blush a little because I knew that they had just kissed while waiting for us.

Once again, smaller groups were waiting for a table for dinner while turning up as a group of six got us straight to a table. Peter and Mia sat so close that it looked like they were sharing a seat, they were lost in a world of giggles as they shared a mobile phone screen while we ate. Wolfgang asked what we'd done all afternoon, we lied and said that we'd hung around the hotel's pool all afternoon, Wolfgang chuckled into his dinner, "You British are so reserved...less than one third of one percent of the British population admit to being Naturists but in Germany more than twenty percent of the population regularly go nude socially and not just in special camps or nudist beaches, almost every hotel with a swimming pool allows nude bathing, all over the country.

After dinner we went to the concert room, there was a small dance floor, Peter and Mia spent almost all of the rest of the evening dancing together, Wolfgang never danced at all but Martha danced with around a dozen different men while Wolfgang sat smiling at her successes. I turned down a dozen offers from different men of all nationalities, I danced a few dances with John during the evening and when I was ready for bed, John asked me if I would just have one dance with a stranger. I heaved a massive sigh but eventually I agreed and the man that was dancing with Martha while John and I had our last dance asked me for a dance, John gave me his best pleading puppy-dog eyes so I reluctantly agreed to dance with the tall Norwegian holidaymaker.

The dance lasted around seven minutes and in that time Rould, the Norwegian, flirted with me, tried to kiss me, tried to get me to go into a darkened corner with him and offered to fuck me at least six times. I rejected all advances, shrugged off every attempt to kiss me but I did it with good grace and at the end of the tune, he thanked me for the dance, I walked past Peter on my way back to John and told him that I was ready to go up to bed. Peter stopped his dance with Mia and ran after me, I could see that he was working on his own puppy-dog eyes, it was only eleven o'clock and the dance would go on until midnight, I stopped short of John, turned to face Peter, "You have your key...you don't have to come up with us, you can keep dancing if you like!"

Peter turned to run back to Mia but stopped in his tracks, as soon as he left her on the dance floor, an older man stepped into his place and took over the dance with her. I prodded him in his back, "You'd better get in closer to her, try and recapture her when this tune finishes!"

Peter looked over his shoulder and grinned at me.

When I reached John he was like a waggy-tailed dog asking me what happened with the tall Norwegian during our dance.

John stood up to meet me, he was fully hard, the bulge showing through his trousers as he kissed me on my cheek.

I said, "You must have spotted him trying to kiss me a few times!"

John grinned and as his head nodded, so did his erection inside his trousers, he really was wagging his tail.

"I told Peter that he could stop down here with Mia if he liked..."

I hadn't really finished speaking and John had spun me around so fast that I was in danger of creating my own localised tornado...I would too if it wasn't for the fact that John was running so fast for the lift to the bedrooms above, holding my hand and dragging me behind him.

Once in the room, John dropped his trousers just inside the front door but he stopped me getting undressed, he just pushed me up against the wall at the side of the door and started fucking me through the baggy leg hole of my French Knickers, "This feels wonderful against my cock, the soft silk rubbing against my balls and no hair to get in the way, just baby smooth fanny!"

We'd fucked standing up before but only ever as a prelude to the full blown act on a bed, a sofa or even the floor but this was a full on fuck standing up with me still fully dressed. John gasped, "I love these French knickers darling, nothing to get in the way!"

John didn't get close to an orgasm as he fucked me, we were in the wrong position for him to get enough friction on his cock but he did cum...the moment that Peter slid his key-card into the electronic lock, John erupted in my cunt, he pulled out as the lock beeped, spewing spunk all over my new knickers and pussy as he ran for the bathroom, closing the bathroom door as Peter opened the bedroom door and crept in the room.

I just stood there with his father's spunk dribbling out of my pussy, Peter said, "Sorry mum, I thought that you would be in bed!"

"No, I remembered that I needed to wash your underpants, trunks and our swimwear too so that they can dry on the balcony overnight!"

Peter kept his underpants on until he got into bed and then kicked his underpants off and handed them to me.

I took them into the bathroom and showed them to John, he pointed to a red smudge by the little 'Y' hole in the front of them, "What's that?"

"It's Mia's Feuerwehrauto roter Lippenstift!"

John gasped, "Oh my God...hey, you're picking up the German lingo, Fire engine red lipstick!"

I washed through our swimming trunks and underwear and hung them out on the line, ready for the morning. (6,397 Worde.)

Part two...And something about myself too!

Peter's eyes were closed and he had a smug look on his face, John said, "No wonder the little bugger looks so smug...I was eighteen years old before I got my first blow-job and he's only fourteen...just look at him!"

I pegged our clothes on the retractable washing line out on the balcony and John was still moaning about Peter's luck at finding Mia on the first day of his holiday. All the time that John was moaning, he was using his mobile phone to search for something on the internet.

"Here, I've found something, it's a health and safety executive report, following a problem caused by an apprentice fabricating something on a lifeboat station on a commercial ship that went wrong and caused a sailor's death, 'Anyone working on a lifeboat station must be a professional shipbuilder!'. So, this Manfred guy must be at least twenty-one years old...what's he doing going out with a thirteen year old girl?"

"You've seen Mia...are you telling me that if she offered you her body on a plate, you'd turn her down? And you're probably twice Manfred's age!"

John looked defensive and then he sighed and nodded his head, "You're right of course I would! Any man would!"

After hanging the washing out on the line, I slipped into bed with John, we snuggled down together and John whispered in my ear, "Will you wear your bikini out on the beach for me tomorrow please?"

I kissed him and whispered back, "I'll have to see how I feel in the morning!"

We usually slept back to back, I rolled away from John but he didn't, he slid in behind me and spooned with me. He even pulled the back of my nighty out of the way so that I could feel his cock against my buttocks. I looked over my shoulder, even though I couldn't see anything in the dark and said, "Are you wearing underpants?"

"No!"

John was fiddling about with his hand against my bottom, he whispered, "If my cock was a little longer, I could do you like this and it wouldn't look like we were fucking at all."

"You just did me standing up against the wall, aren't you satisfied?"

John giggled, "I had to run for the hills before I was totally finished...I still have a little residue left in my balls!"

I turned back to face him again and pushed him onto his back. I did a little tuck turn and swam down under the sheet and started sucking his cock. He grabbed my head in both hands and started to shag my mouth, I never worried how aggressive he got when fucking my mouth because his cock was too short to reach my uvular.

As I sucked his cock, a thought entered my head, 'How many women did I know that, if her husband asked her to wear her bikini to the beach, she would know exactly what bikini he was talking about?'. I knew exactly what bikini John was talking about because I only had the one...the one he bought for me yesterday...the first bikini I'd ever owned.

"Get down the wing Alan...stop him...drop him…hack his legs..."

Peter was dreaming about his last football match, his team almost won but Alan Spencer failed to stop their midfielder in his tracks...Peter's legs were flailing about under his sheet as he was rushing to plug the gap that Alan had left open...Peter didn't manage to fill that gap but John filled my mouth, Peter sounding like he was waking up had done the trick for my husband but this time he didn't have to pull away and run for the bathroom, I swallowed all of his jizz and left him empty and content...happy to fall asleep before my head reached my pillow!

At seven o'clock in the morning, I woke to the sound of footsteps crossing the bedroom floor, I lifted my head and spotted Peter walking towards the bathroom, his right hand down the front of his underpants and he was either rubbing his cock or scratching his balls. After the sound of falling liquid and a quick flushing sound, Peter walked back through the bedroom and out onto the balcony. Mia was already out on her balcony, she was already sunbathing topless on her balcony, she laughed at Peter's Manchester United underpants, the curtain wasn't fully closed and the wind entering through the partly open door was causing the curtains to flap. I kept getting flashes of Mia leaning over the balustrade rubbing her hand over Peter's Manchester United covered cock while Peter was playing with Mia's bare tits.

I rolled out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, I was okay, I'd slept in my nighty so I wasn't showing anything but as I sat on the toilet, John opened the bathroom door, he was standing in the bedroom totally naked, "Did you look towards the balcony on your way across the bedroom?"

John shook his head and then he looked in the direction of the balcony, just as a gust of wind lifted the curtains like huge sails. I guessed that he spotted Mia leaning over the balustrade topless because his flaccid cock suddenly sprang to attention. I just shook my head and smiled at my husband's body's reaction to seeing Mia playing with Peter out on the balcony.

At Breakfast, Wolfgang asked Peter if he was going to the kid's club, Peter shook his head, "I was planning on going to the beach today.

Wolfgang asked, "Which beach?"

"Just the hotel's beach, right out in front of the hotel."

I saw Wolfgang relax a little, "Perhaps Mia could hang around here with you today, Marta and I were planning on going on long walk to the south and Mia hates to go on long walks!"

Peter looked at me and his father before nodding his head, "Sure...I'd love to hang out with Mia again today."

We found four sun loungers in front of the hotel, ten feet back from the high water mark so that we shouldn't have any issues when the high tide rolled in. Even though there was a lounger for Mia, she opted to share a lounger with Peter and they even massaged sun screen into each other's exposed skin, they shared ear-pods from Mia's phone to listen to her music together.

John smiled at me, "How about it...are we going to see the bikini?"

"I'm not really happy but I'll do it but, if too many creepy men make me feel uncomfortable...I'll pull my dress on again!"

John nodded his head, "That's understandable darling!"

I stood up and looked all around, the 'Town beach', the beach to the north of our hotel that was open to the whole town to use was quite busy, the hotel's beach was almost empty. The hotel's beach wasn't actually totally private, the rest of the world could walk up and down by the water's edge but all of the loungers and beach facilities were only available to hotel customers.

It crossed my mind to lay on my lounger and wriggle out of my dress but that would have been more difficult, so I just pulled my dress off over my head while standing up.

I lay down with my head on a swivel, I was looking all around to see if men were paying me even the slightest little bit of attention but no...no one even gave me a second look. After thirty minutes, I relaxed my surveillance of the beach...after sixty minutes, I began to feel insulted, I thought, 'I look fabulous, how come none of the men moving from the north beach to the south are even giving me a second glance?'

John said something that caused me to jump a little and dragged me out of my thoughts, "You're turning a little red darling, you need sunscreen."

"Shit...what am I like, the kids put sunscreen on as soon as we got here..." I looked over at John, his skin was glistening, "...even you remembered to oil yourself!"

John shook his head, "You've had a lot on your mind and I haven't helped at all, bugging you to wear your bikini on the beach...would you like a hand with your sunscreen?"

I nodded my head.

John sat at my side, sharing my lounger as he rubbed oil into my stomach...I continued to look around the beach in front of us, men that had hardly seemed to give me a second look the first time I saw them, now seemed to be far more interested in me...well, me and John as he oiled those bits of my body that were exposed to the sun.

I mentioned my thoughts to John, he looked up and down the beach, "Strange...I wonder if it's because you're here, part of a family group, men walking past probably assume that you are out of reach."

There was a long pause as John rubbed sunscreen all over my chest and that part of my breasts that weren't covered by my bikini top and while he was doing that, two men walking past stopped at the water's edge looking back towards our hotel but also looking in my direction as well as they spoke to each other.

"Perhaps if you went over to the beach bar to get a drink, maybe men would see you as available and try to pick you up!"

I gave him a hard look, "You want men to try and pick me up?"

"Oh my God yes...I get really turned on when I see men looking at you with lust in their eyes!"

"Men have never looked at me like that...ever!"

He shook his head and laughed, "Oh yes they have, and often too..."

"Like when?"

"Well, for example...last Friday, you dropped a peg on the path when you were rushing to get the washing in off the line when it looked like rain, you bent over, John Pemberton was staring at your backside as you bent over, he saw me watching from the living room, he gave me an awkward look, almost a smile but even knowing that I was watching him, he looked back at you and he grew a proper smile I can tell you."

"You never said!"

"God no, if I had said anything, every time you needed to pick something up, you would have squatted rather than bent over, spoiling every ones fun."

John moved on to oiling my legs and the two men suddenly lost interest in me and carried on walking towards the northern end of the beach.

One of the animations team called out Peter and Mia's names, "Are you guys coming to the water park this afternoon...we have an early lunch scheduled in the snack bar if you are!"

Peter and Mia had a ten second conference and then Peter asked me if he could go with the kid's club team to the water park.

I nodded my head and was about to tell him that Mia needed to let her parents know but she was ahead of the curve and already talking to her father on her mobile phone.

The kids ran off to the snack bar, it was eleven o'clock in the morning so they would have their lunch an hour before the restaurant was open to serve regular guests their lunch.

John was massaging oil into my feet as the kids ran off with the animations guy, as soon as the kids were out of the way, I noticed men walking a little closer to my sun lounger than they were when Peter and Mia were sitting with me, walking closer and looking closer as well, not just a second look but a third and sometimes a fourth as well.

'Now this is more like it, men are paying me the attention that I deserve!' Crashed through my mind as I smiled up

John spoke almost absentmindedly, "So...do you feel like one of those posh cocktails from the beach bar?"

He slapped my bottom, "There, you're done."

I slipped my feet into my flip-flops, "Do you want a drink too?"

John's grin widened, "Are you really going to walk over to the beach bar in your bikini?"

"I thought that's what you wanted me to do."

"It is...but don't get me a drink, just get one for yourself, order a 'Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall!'..." I punched him on his upper arm, "...It's a real drink, it's Vodka, Southern Comfort, Orange Juice, Sloe Gin and Galliano...honestly!"

I still wasn't sure, I thought that John was just trying to embarrass me, getting me to ask a stranger for a slow comfortable screw against the wall.

I walked slowly across the beach towards the wooden hut on the edge of the hotel's property line and as I walked, I spotted men actually changing direction to intersect me along my route. I asked for the drink, the barman didn't even smile at my request, "We don't have actual Southern Comfort, we only have Southern Belle Bourbon."

I shrugged my shoulders, I'd never tasted the cocktail made with Southern Comfort so it made no difference to me if he substituted one spirit for another..."No problem, thanks!"

"Can I buy that drink for you Miss?"

I jumped out of my skin and then I spun around on my flip-flops, he was tall, Germanic looking, he was a guest at the hotel...just like me and John so he knew that it was an all inclusive hotel and that I wouldn't be buying the drink, I looked him over, tall was an understatement, he was tall enough to be a pro basket ball player, very muscular, very fit looking, well tanned, dirty-blond hair and wearing Speedos and nothing else.

I shook my left hand, making the hotel's band dance around my wrist, "I'm all inclusive, so you don't need to buy me a drink!"

He copied my action so that I could see his wristband jump on his wrist as well, "Snap...so, what did you order?"

I blushed, let my eyes flick over to my sun lounger and saw John grinning at me, I shook my head and laughed a little, "Well, I've never tried one before but my husband...that's him, over on the sun lounger grinning like a lunatic...he told me to order a Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall! Naturally, the bar doesn't have the exact right ingredients, they only have cheap bourbon!"

Well, the barman managed not to laugh at me for ordering that particular cocktail but the man who offered to buy me the drink burst out laughing, "Well, I'd volunteer but I think my height and size might make it difficult to do it up against the wall and it might not be comfortable but I'll go as slow as you like!"

That comment made me blush at the same time as the man asked the barman for the same drink as I'd ordered.

He looked at John and raised his right hand in a half wave, half salute, "In the olden days...you know...I think you guys called it 'The Days of Yore', when two knights met in a field, one knight raising an empty right hand was a sign that he didn't want to engage in combat over their prize!"

I tilted my head to the left, "And what is the prize?"

He picked up his glass and sipped at the cocktail, pulled a face and then said, "I was hoping that the prize might be you! I watched your husband oiling your body and then he sent you over to the bar to get your own drink...to me, a man who so lovingly protected his wife from the sun would have fetched her a drink if she was thirsty but if she was horny, he might just send her over to the bar so that horny men could watch her. I swallowed the bait!"

I sipped the drink in my hand, it was awfully sweet and awfully strong, bourbon, vodka and gin in one glass was definitely strong.

"Well, thanks for the drink...I'd better get back to my husband!"

"Hey baby, ask him if you are the prize, I'd love the chance of giving you that uncomfortable screw against the wall!"

I set off back to my lounger but I wasn't doing the flip-flop stomp, I was walking with a little swish, turning on the ball of my foot with each step so that there was a wiggle in my arse like a cat-walk model.

"What did he say?"

"He wanted to fuck me up against the wall but he said that it wouldn't be comfortable!"

"He looks like a big bugger!"

"I think he could be over six foot six inches tall."

"Not big as in tall, look at the front of his Speedos, his cock is flaccid right now but his cockhead reaches all the way to his hip, I'll bet he's at least ten inches long when he's fully excited!"

I smiled at myself, I'd looked at his trunks earlier, his cock sleeping in there hadn't even registered in my head, my smile turned into a chuckle, "My sister would love to meet him if his cock is really that big!"

"What about you, would you love to try out a cock that was twice as big as mine?"

I bit the inside of my cheek so that the massive grin on my face turned into a pained expression and then I sipped at my drink, "It's bloody strong and overly sweet but it grows on you...I don't think he likes it though, he took one sip while we were talking and he pulled a face, he hasn't touched it again!"

"So, how about it, shall I go over and invite him up to our room with us for an hour...or would you rather take him to our room on your own?"

Nope...no matter how hard I bit the inside of my cheek, I just couldn't kill the smile on my face of the wet patch spreading out between my legs.

I took a few deep breaths to keep the sound of excitement out of my voice, "Are you being serious, you want me to...well, like Marta and Wolfgang yesterday. Me on the bed with him while you stand there watching us?"

"No, not exactly like that, I'd like to take part with you and him...that's if it wouldn't freak you out too much having me there while he fucks you, if it would, I'd be happy to stay out here while you and him have your fun together...just so long as tou tell me all about it after and let me fuck you while his spunk is still in your cunt!"

"Really?"

He gave me his serious face and nodded his head, very solemnly.

"Well, I guess that if I did it at all, I'd only be doing it for you, so you may as well be there taking part."

He dragged me to my feet and towed me behind him by my wrist over to the tall German, John stopped right in front of the man, "Hey, my name is John, would you like to swap her for your drink?"

He grinned up at us, "Hi, I'm Paul, which wall can I use?"

John picked the glass up off of the bar, "I think home advantage would be best..." I saw movement in his Speedos, the first time I'd looked at them, I'd noted how small they were but not what they contained inside, this time I saw his cock trying to stand up, "...you'd better put your trousers on, we have to walk through the hotel on the way to our room!"

John pulled me closer to Paul and almost handed me over to him. Paul kissed me and his cock grew a little more, he wrapped his beach towel around his waist and he told John to lead the way. (3,375 Words.)

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