No matter how educated you are, no matter how interesting a job you have, you might have a problem with unsatisfied erotic fantasies.
I live in a country in which the capital city is quite small, around half a million citizens. If I go out in the evening, trying to find some company with whom to experience the fantasies I have, there is always the risk that the wrong people hear a learn about it. As a friend of mine said; "If I go to a place where there are promiscuous ladies around, the press might be around in a few minutes."
I have been married four times. Why? A marriage with dull sex is a frustration if your fantasies are quite on another planet. One might ask why I haven't "educated" my wifes to fulfill my needs. It is something you can't do with any lady, can you?
It is not even a question of kinky fantasies. No incest is needed, neither bondage or S&M. Do I have inhibitions of my own? Not really exept that I need everything to be clean. The thought of having sex, straight or oral without proper washing beforehand, I find repulsing.
So, what kind of fantasies do I have?
Being around 50 today, I find women younger than 30 extremely sexy, even if if they are "normal" in outlooks.
Going with my wife to the Canaries the following happened in my fantasies;
We arrived to our first class hotel in the afternoon. As usual the day was warm and sunny. After settling in, we went to the pool area, took a table not too far from the bar, and ordered some drinks. My chose was a beer. It was nice and cool. After emtying my first, I felt for a second one. The witers were nowhere to be seen, so I went to the bar to order one. At the bar was standing a blond around 25 with a very good figure. Only in a bikini she was at once starting some vibrations in me. I smiled at her and the response was a very kind and warm smile in return.
"Been here for a while already I gather from you colour" I said.
"Yes, one week. Luck with the weather" she answered with a renewed smile.
"Coming from the north I feel like a pig being so white" I replyed.
"You look OK, but be carefull, don't burn yourself" she said. Again the smile.
Involuntarely I was getting an erection. Damn, lets hope neighter she or my wife will notice it.
"I'm called Charles, nice meeting you and se you around" I said preparing to return to my table.
"I'm Sandra, the same to you. Are you here with your wife, by the way?" she countered.
"Yes, ….so I am" I said with a certain hesitancy.
"Well, that's life. Se you" she said and turned to go to her table. So did I.
Returning to the table I made some efforts to move around so that my wife would not see my abdomen, just to be on the sure side.
"You are fast at getting acquainted" my wife commented dryly, but adding a smile afterwards.
"My charm never falters" I said with a smile.
"She is quite good looking" my wife Lisa said.
"I've seen worse" I admitted taking a deep gulp from my glass.
"Do you intend to take a bath soon?" I asked to change the subject reaching for my book.
"Soon, not that hot yet" she said sipping on her drink.
I thought about how Sandra had looked at me. Was there some kind of an interest showing in her eyes? I tried to start reading. Concentration was hard to find.
Half an hour later I saw Sandra walk up to the bar again. My glass was empty by now. Could I wager to go to the bar now? No, that could be too obvious.
Lisa rose. "I'll drop in the pool now, do you join?" she asked.
"Not now, you know I don't fancy the water too much" I said.
"OK, I'll be back soon" Lisa said walking towards the pool.
"Where exactly are you coming from?" Sandra was asking standing slightly behind me as I turned around.
"We are from Sweden, Stockholm to be precise, and you?" I replyed standing up as my upbringing told me to do.
"I'm from Holland, please sit down. I new that you are a gentleman" she said with a smile competing with the sun.
Now I had to think fast. Can I ask her to sit down without risking a destroyd holliday. How would Lisa react? Obviously Sandra read my thoughts, because she started to walk back to her table.
"Talk to you later" she said, again with a beaming smile.
I sat down feeling stupid. Soon Lisa returned to the table, picking up her towel and starting to dry herself.
"You do have charm. Do you have a fix already?" she said, luckyly with a smile.
"Not yet" I said trying to sound as dry as possible.
"Why didn't you ask her to sit down?"
"Of course I considered that, but I thought you wouldn't be too happy if I was sitting here with a blons as you returned" I said.
"Hey come now. If it had been an ugly guy you would have invited him to sit down, so what's the difference?" she teased.
"Right, you tell me".
"Surely we are ready to get acquainted with new people on this trip, let's not put any specific definitions on what kind of people are suitable and what kind not, yet" she said seriously.
"Right" I said.
