"But Gerry, you promised to spend the day with me today!"
"Look Jasmine, I'm having beers with the lads and I won't be able to make it after all. Don't make this all about you. It's my holiday too. I'll be back later and maybe we can do something then"
Jasmine knew full well he wouldn't be capable of 'doing something later'. He would almost certainly be unable to see straight, let alone take his wife out for the evening. But she had to try.
"Gerry, OK then but please,
please
don't overdo it."
"Jasmine, I've got to go. See you later. Love you."
"Gerry...."
The phone line went dead. Jasmine rang back but it went straight to answer phone.
That's it then Jas. You're on your own yet again.
Tears of disappointment and frustration pricked at Jasmine's eyes. Just over two weeks into a three-week stay on this Greek island, and she'd seen her husband Gerry probably twice in the day in all that time. Without fail he would start drinking around lunchtime and would be blind drunk come evening. She would inevitably have to put him to bed, and just as inevitably have to sleep in a separate room in their rented villa because he would either snore, or vomit, or both.
Oh Gerry
, she thought.
Gerry. I love you but why did you have to be such a fucking dick!
Jasmine looked up from her phone and took in her surroundings properly for the first time. She'd wandered into this up-market beach bar on a whim while on the phone trying to talk sense to Jerry. It was just the sort of place she would normally choose, well furnished and very posh but quite empty at this time of day, despite the early afternoon sun beating down outside. Perfect for a spot of shade and to think things through. Plus she didn't want to head to the villa on her own quite just yet.
The bar was empty apart from the bartender and a couple of young men sat drinking at the far end of the room.
Jasmine sighed inwardly and motioned to the bartender.
"Vodka and orange juice please, with ice"
Jasmine seldom drank alcohol but she really felt like she deserved a stiff drink.
While the bartender poured the drink, she thought back to this morning. She was getting thoroughly fed up of Gerry going out with the friends he had make on the island from their previous holidays. He met up with them every time they came out here. She'd managed to elicit a promise from him that they would do something together today. She had thought perhaps a round of golf, or maybe a knock up on the tennis court, or even just a stroll down the promenade by the beach and take in a coffee or two.
After her usual morning yoga session, she'd showered and in the bathroom, took in her naked form in the mirror.
Jasmine was in her late 40s and about 5' 7", with a toned body from years of horse riding, swimming, cycling and tennis with the girls three times a week. Her skin was clear and flawless, though slightly freckled, and she sported an all-over tan without lines from spending a couple of hours a day sunbathing and swimming in the nude at their rented, but very private, holiday villa.
Her eyes were large and a quite deep green, set in a roundish face with an elfin nose and full, red lips framing brilliant white teeth. Her hair was a natural very dark red, almost brunette, which she always wore in a bob cut. For the holiday her hairdresser put in some black and white streaks, and playfully even a couple of blue and green ones. The effect was unusual and very striking.
She'd glanced downwards and instinctively cupped her own breasts. They were completely natural but still firm despite her age, each a good handful and with large, well defined nipples that when aroused, grew to be at least half an inch long and threatened to poke through even the sturdiest of bras and blouses.
She'd run her hands and her eyes down her flat stomach and over her curvy, shapely hips and firm buttocks, to her trim pussy. Her lips puffed out and she'd recently been waxed apart from the dark red patch of pubic hair on her mound, just above the bullet-shaped clit she knew was in there, ready and waiting to pop out and make an appearance when properly coaxed.
She'd felt really horny that morning, and had planned that after whatever they'd ended up doing that day, she was going to get more fun with her husband between the sheets.
She'd dressed carefully, it promising to be a hot day. Not knowing what they were going to do, she'd opted for frilly dark blue underwear beneath a very practical white sleeveless linen blouse and a mid-thigh length tartan skirt. White ankle socks and pumps, and a white Alice band in her hair, completed the whole ensemble. She looked every inch a pert, fit, mature and sexy woman.
Now because Gerry had decided to be an asshole and get wasted with his friends instead today,
she rued bitterly,
it was all going down the tubes!
Jasmine sighed again and raised the glass to her lips. She hadn't noticed one of the two young men walking towards her in the bar.
"Hi! I'm Tom. Mind if I sit with you a moment or two?"
Jasmine started. Before her was a tall, dark, young man, probably in his mid to late twenties. She could tell straight away he looked after himself and worked out. He had chiselled features, a boyish but winning grin and was dressed in an expensive linen shirt with equally expensive shorts and beach shoes. Everything about him screamed money and cockiness.
"Umm, no... I don't..."
Tom, taking this as an invitation, sat himself down next to Jasmine and motioned to his friend to join them. He smelled masculine and musky but not overpoweringly so. He was clearly confident and used to getting his way, Jasmine noted drily.
"Not seen you before and we're always in here. We would have noticed a looker like you for sure. You on holiday here?"
"Umm, yes, but I..."
The other young man had come over by now and sat himself down beside Jasmine.
"This is my cousin Luke. Our fathers are brothers who were born and have businesses here. We live on the island in the summer. What's your name?"
"Jasmine, but I..."
"Jasmine. Lovely name and lovely to meet you"
Tom leaned in closer. Jasmine squirmed slightly at the intimacy and the intrusion in to her personal space.
"Jasmine, we'll get to the point. We're looking for a fuckdoll for the afternoon and wondered if you wanted to be it"
Jasmine, having taken raised her drink to her lips at this time to collect her thoughts at this unwanted approach, spluttered and reddened.
"What??!"
Luke, who pretty much looked like a Tom-clone save minor differences in features, looks and attire, spoke for the first time.
"Yep, you heard correctly. What do you say?"
