My name is Dominic Russell and I was thirty-two years old when these events took place. The story I am about to tell took place last July in the seaside resort of Tossa-De-Mar, which nestles in the rugged rocks of the Costa Brava in Northern Spain. I had been abandoned by my girlfriend only a week before the holiday after a rather heated argument. Rather than let a good holiday go to waste I had decided to go on my own. I had no intentions of seeking female company during my time away as I had every hope of getting back together with Sarah once she had had some time to cool down. However, that was before I met Monique.
I was happily ensconced in reading my book when I just happened to look up and was immediately captivated. On the other side of the swimming pool with its sparkling blue waters reflecting the light in the bright morning sunlight, now sat the most perfect creature I have every seen. Hair as black as the darkest night fell in straight lines around a perfectly shaped neck which ran down into a body created to look like an angel but yet designed for sin. Her tan was obviously firmly established, the result no doubt of living in a country with a warm climate. Her body was young and I guessed her age to be around that of eighteen. Her supple flesh was utterly desirable; her hour glass figure testament to her developed sexual maturity. Her breasts were perfectly shaped; full and round. Her black bikini gave me a wonderful view of exposed cleavage, cutting off just before exposing her nipples. The same outfit tapered down between her thighs mirroring her hidden womanhood underneath. Her costume was obviously the latest in fashion and was obviously quite expensive. Of more notice to me were the wonders the designer had been able to achieve with such a small amount of material. The fact that she obviously shaved her pussy was clearly highlighted by the sharp cut of the 'V' protecting her pubic area from public view. As my eyes lingered on the teenager's supple form, she turned to place her large red towel down on her chosen sun Lounger. This presented me with a stunning view of her incredible bum cheeks which were almost fully revealed with only the barest amount of material running down between her pert buttocks.
I could feel my cock swelling in my swim shorts. I simply couldn't look away. Whoever, she was, she represented everything a horny red bloodied male could desire. Obviously, the hot Spanish sun was doing its bit to fuel my hormones, but this was different. Having unrolled her towel she turned once again obviously getting ready to sit down on the edge of the Lounger. My eyes stayed transfixed on her body, observing every facet of her stunning beauty and trying to store it in my memory. Even with my book raised in front of me something about my posture must have given away my voyeurism. She suddenly stiffened as her gaze caught mine. Unabashed she raised one hand to shield her eyes as she studied me from across the pool. I could never recall such an awkward moment as when I first fell under that angel's scrutiny. I'm not ashamed of my body. In fact I work out quite regularly at my local gym and have a suitably toned physique. However at that moment having been caught ogling this teenager's incredibly desirable and highly uncovered body, I felt incredibly somewhat lacking.
She studied me for several more seconds. I had no idea what to do. My brain was still racing (as was my heart) with the fantasy image I had created of her undressed and naked body. By now my cock was rock hard and I prayed that she couldn't see the bulge in my shorts from across the pool. All I could think of was her unbelievable figure and her oozing sexual desirability. Suddenly she moved the hand away from her eyes and flashed me an incredible bright smile before giving me a quick wave. Feeling like a complete fool I waved stupidly back with my spare hand before embarrassment washed over me. In my haze of sexual voyeurism brought about by the girl's almost naked exterior, I had completely failed to realize that she had been accompanied. My eyes suddenly refocused only to see what could only be the girl's mother now giving me a very serious frown. Utterly humiliated I immediately raised by book to hind my face whilst at the same time feeling the blood rush from my dick to my reddening cheeks.
The next hour was almost torture. I couldn't focus on the novel I was reading. Every minute or so I would subconsciously take a peek across the sparkling pool waters to re-admire the raven haired beauty opposite. She was now laying full spread, face downwards on her Lounger. Her black top had been untied and left to dangle on the side thus allowing her to tan her back without a stripe. All that I could think about was those unguarded tits of her now lying firm and pert against the material of her bright red beach towel. This fantasy had now been going on for quite some time. My cock was rock hard in my swim shorts and I really had to focus against the urge to apply some pressure in attempt to stimulate some relief. The pool area was by now packed with sun worshipers, the quite of the day broken by the numerous screaming kids playing and splashing in the swimming pool. To me, the place might as well have been deserted. Apart from the omnipresent form of the girl's mother sat upright beside her daughter, the place might as well have been deserted.
Suddenly my already pounding heart and swollen cock had something else to worsen their condition. The girl had looked to one side to say something to her mother. After receiving a reply she started to move. I watched on with utter focus, my book unnoticed as it fell downwards to my lap. The young girl had made no effort to retrieve her top and as she turned to clamber off her sun Lounger, her perfectly formed and uncovered tits came into my view. I swear as I first got to see her large brown nipples for the first time that I nearly exploded in my swim shorts. If she was perfect whilst covered, then she was on another level entirely when almost completely bare. Her gorgeous tits were an incredible sight. Her young chest was perfect in every conceivable way; her lusciously round and firm breasts immaculate. I could practically taste her nipple buds in my mouth as I fantasized about being able to lick and suckle my way around her bosom.
The girl stood up. As she did so, my eyes followed every motion of her breasts as she moved. With a casual gesture she flicked her head from one side to the other, sending her errant straight strands of black hair around to her back. Scooping up her bikini top she started to don it. I swear that her motions were deliberately slow as she dressed, almost as if she was aware of how incredibly uncomfortable her exhibitionism was making me. Once her breasts were covered she said something else to her mother before setting off around the pool. Not once during all of this had she even looked in my direction yet I was incredibly aware of some secret bond between us. As if to reassure my thoughts on this matter, she gave me a sly wave with one hand as her body shielded me from her mother's view as she passed.
My heart was beating in overtime now and it was small wonder that my cock was not now sticking out of the top of my swim shorts. I watched her retreating form as she walked away, not once taking my eyes off her practically bare bum. From nowhere, a strong voice in my head urged, 'follow her you fool!' I blinked in surprise at the unbidden voice. Then, realizing just how right my subconscious was, I sprang from my seat. Wandering around the pool with the hot sun baked tiles burning my bare feet I prayed that nobody would notice the incredibly obvious bulge in my swim shorts. In light of all the young kids running around, such a revelation might provoke a rather embarrassing moment!
The teenage goddess vanished from sight as she rounded a corner of the white walled hotel. I followed, clueless as to what I was actually planning to do. What could I possibly say to her, our age gap between seemingly impossibly large. As it turned out, I need not have worried. As I turned around the break in the wall I found that she was waiting for me. For a split second my body froze in shock. If she was gorgeous from a distance then she was mind shatteringly stunning closer up. I was desperately aware of her state of almost total undress; the sheer amount of bare flesh on display, now so incredibly close.
"Hello," she said in an obviously foreign accent. "Have you been enjoying yourself, watching me from across the way?"
My mind raced. First off, where was she from, which country? Her voice was as stimulating as her body; soft, supple and laced with sexual undertone. I decided I would guess at her being Italian until she spoke some more. If nothing else, she was definitely not Spanish. Now I was faced with a dilemma. Was she being insulting and had deliberately lured me here so she could chastise my voyeurism? On the other hand, was this the invite I so desperately wanted?
"Come now. A big boy like you should not be afraid of a talking to a young girl like me!" Had she deliberately just glanced at my crotch as she said 'big boy'?
"Hello." I stuttered out my greeting desperately trying to retain eye contact. This should have been easy as she had wonderfully large hazel eyes, but the allure of her bare cleavage was still calling to my blood deprived brain.
"My name is Monique," she whispered drawing closer to me. I could feel the sweetness of her moist breath against my face. "And I love English men," she stated in the same soft voice, her eyes looking into mine. I realized now that she was very obviously French and not Italian.
"Err, yes!" I managed to mutter. How could anybody think with such a young beauty in front of them?
"You do not say much," she purred with her intoxicating compulsive accent. "Are you here alone?"
