Maria was my mate's oldest sister, she was 38 years old to my 26 years. She must have been a good 36 breast and a body to die for, slight short for her build but she made good for that with the clothes she wore.
In those days coming back to Malta for a holiday was a big thing. So as soon as I arrived home at about 9 o clock in the morning, most of the neighbours were out on the street waiting for me. We used to live in a little street off the main road of the village, there was one way in from the road, and the other end there were stairs leading to another road higher up in the valley side.
As I was talking to my neighbours, Maria walked by, in cut off jeans shorts, and white half open shirt and flip flops on her feet.
She came over and greeted me with a warm kiss. It is so good to see you again she said as she held my hand, I smiled at her asking her if she was going to town, and she replied that she was going to the shops and then in the afternoon she would be down on the rocky beach near the harbour. I promised her that I would be there around 2 o clock, and she left.
Time flew by with mum and dad interrogating me about life in UK and about my recent quick divorce.
A light meal and quick change of clothes I was out of the house like the devil was after me and went down to the beach, a good 8 minute walk from home.
True to her word she was there in a one piece swim suit, which she must have bought a couple of years before, as it was really tight on her and her breasts were on the verge of popping out, while a nicely formed camel toe greeted my eyes as I looked.