The heat hit my like a train and I began to sweat profusely. I searched for my sunglasses half blind from the glaring light and when I found them and had put them on I looked around for my bus.
There were close to a hundred people milling around the exit doors at Ibiza airport that Sunday in mid-August. I saw several large buses parked in neat rows and one of them was the L60 which was mine.
People looked at me as they passed and I must have been an odd sight, dressed in a three-piece black suit, loafers and carrying an umbrella in one hand and a small suitcase in the other. I had left for the airport directly after working half a day.
I saw a young woman dressed in a uniform and decided to ask her where the bus was instead of walking around aimlessly in the heat, slowly melting away.
"Hi, do you know where L60 is?" I asked.
She looked at me from top to bottom and then said with a smile, "over there, in parking B."
"Thank you."
I found the bus and it looked like I was the first one there. The driver was missing so I stood under a small tree that gave me a little shade but not more. Ten minutes went by and then twenty, still no driver or other passengers. Some of the buses around mine had left and others arrived taking on passengers.
I was about to go back inside to find out what was going on when an older man in a uniform walked up to my bus and opened it. When he saw me he smiled and said in broken English, "what hotel?"
I gave him the name and he took my suitcase and put in the luggage compartment. Before I got on he said, "We wait for more people, okay."
"How many?"
I shrugged his shoulders, "don't know, maybe thirty."
I sighed and got on the bus. At least I was out of the heat and could enjoy the AC blaring from the vents above the seats.
I sat at the back of the bus because there was a bit more legroom due to the emergency exit.
A few minutes later a slow trickle of people began to arrive and one by one they got on the bus. There was a mix of young and old, some a bit drunk already from the tax-free bottles they had opened while waiting at the luggage carousel.
I pretty blond girl in her mid-twenties came walking towards me. I smiled at her but she ignored me. I thought she looked a little nervous or stressed, maybe she was still nervous after the flight.
She sat down diagonally behind me on the other side of the aisle. I thought she would have some friends with her but when the door closed and a tourist guide came on the bus, she still sat alone.
The guide did a short speech and when she read out the different hotels I closed my eyes in frustration, my hotel was the last out of twelve stops.
Well, I thought, there is nothing to it, eventually, I will get there and be able to change into shorts and a T-shirt.
The traffic was horrible, and the bus inched forward for almost forty-five minutes before we even got to the highway leading into San Antonio from the airport. I glanced back a few times to look at the girl. She was real eye candy with long wavy blonde hair that hung over her shoulders and down her back. Her face was roundish with kind green eyes and a small nose. Her lips looked tasty the rest of her body was fit with swelling boobs and long legs. She wore a short black skirt, sandals and a blouse she had knotted under her boobs. Her hair was held back with a pair of sunglasses and she looked out the window most of the time.
What caught my attention was her fidgeting. Her fingers were never still, either pulling at the skirt or the knot under her boobs or playing with her hair. Maybe she was a smoker and was suffering from lack of nicotine, I thought.
*****
I was in Ibiza to visit my son who had found a summer job in a bar in San Antonio. It wasn't my idea work there, it was his mothers. We had separated a few years earlier and due to me traveling a lot in my job it was decided that he would live with my ex-wife. Pete and I had a great relationship even though I couldn't stand his mother or her me.
When I found out about his summer plans I wasn't too happy about them. I had been to Ibiza when I was young a few times and I knew what it was like, drinking, drugs, and sex. The sex part was fine, it was the drugs and drinking that worried me and had made me make the surprise visit. I just wanted to know he was okay.
*****
I was dozing off in my seat when I heard a sound I wouldn't expect to hear on a transfer bus. It was a moaning sound, like when you have sex. I opened my eyes and looked forward but saw nothing that would explain the sound.
It stopped for a few seconds and when it started up again I realized it came from behind me. I carefully turned my head and my jaw dropped.
The blond girl was leaning her head against the window and had propped one foot on the seat next to her. Her legs were spread wide and her hand was rubbing her pussy under her panty.
I quickly looked away and stared out my window. I must be imagining was my first thought. No one would do such a thing. I slowly turned my head back and I had been right, the blond sat there cool as a cucumber playing with her cunt.
It was so surreal I had to hold back a laugh. Well, good for her, I thought and closed my eyes again. After a few minutes, the moaning stopped and she was quiet again.
"First stop, Beach Hotel," said the driver over the PA system.
Great, only eleven left, I thought. We had entered San Antonio and I spent a while looking out the window at the people on the sidewalks. Mostly my eyes were drawn to the young women walking around in bikinis or bathing suits. When we passed the beach in front of Paradise night club I even got to see a few topless girls. My cock grew hard in my pants and it was very uncomfortable.
Three stops later I was almost breaking down the glass to get out. I glanced back and saw that the masturbating blonde was still sitting there with her head against the window looking out.
The bus stopped at the remaining hotels and to my surprise, the girl didn't get off, until we reached mine.
I am a gentleman so when we walked up to the reception desk together I motioned for her to go first.
I caught her name which was Sandy and that she was alone. She asked for some people which I understood being her friends and that she was to meet that day. The receptionist told her that her friends had left the hotel earlier but that she would leave a note for them that Sandy had arrived.
When she picked up her bag and walked towards the elevators I stepped up to the reception.
"Hi, Dylan Jackson," I said.
"Hi and welcome. If you fill this out for and give me your passport I will check you in."
Ten minutes later I was in the elevator going up to the third floor. I checked the time and saw it was only two in the afternoon. I would drop off my things, change and then hit the pool and get something to eat. Before changing clothes I texted my son that I was in town, and wanted to see him.
The pool area was packed with people, children screaming and jumping in the pool or playing with balls. I took a seat as far away as possible which turned out to be next to the public toilets. I moved a bit closer to the pool and then waived at a waiter. When he arrived I asked for a large beer and a cheeseburger. I didn't even bother with the menu that sat between the salt and pepper shakers on the table.
While I waited for my food and drink I watched the people around me. It was like on the bus, a mix of young and old. Something pink caught my attention and when I turned my head I saw the Sandy walking from the inside of the restaurant towards a table close to mine. She carried a large glass with a small umbrella and two straws. In it was a pinkish red liquid. I looked nasty.
But Sandy didn't. She looked absolutely perfect in her bikini. Her long legs were strong and her flat tummy had a belly ring. Her boobs moved seductively and when she turned around to sit down her ass was like an apple, round, and firm.
God, to have a woman like that, I thought to myself. The last one I had fucked was a secretary that worked for a company one floor down from where I worked. We had met at a bar after work and had had too many drinks together. One thing led to another and I spent the night at her place.
When I woke up the following morning and saw her I wondered how on earth I had ended up in her bed. She was not my type at all, she wasn't ugly but her voice was high and nasal. She seemed stressed out and began to move around her apartment tidying up. She smoked ten cigarettes before her second cup of coffee and then coughed like she wanted to take her lungs out and clean them.
I said a quick goodbye after breakfast and threw away her phone number in the first bin I saw. I wasn't going back to that bar for a long time, I decided.
Sandy, on the other hand, she was just what the doctor ordered. That she was half my age didn't bother me a bit. I am a fit forty-seven year old and I still have my hair left.
The problem was that she was sitting with her back to me and I couldn't use my baby blue eyes to flirt.
My beer and cheeseburger arrived and I set Sandy aside and concentrated on what was right in front of me instead.
When I lifted my head from the food two minutes later she was gone. Fuck, I thought, where had she gone?
