The holiday is much needed, work has been hard and it's nice to have a break and relax. We deliberately chose a no-effort holiday- a warm country and a private villa.
Built over two storeys, the downstairs is open plan with a light airy kitchen, a big kitchen island, and a lounge area with big sofas and French doors that open on to a patio area with a private pool. Upstairs is a large bathroom with a rainfall shower and a big bedroom with a king size bed and a balcony overlooking the pool.
Perfect for two people who want to relax and enjoy each other. Part of a small complex, the local village is only a short walk away with a beach, some decent bars and restaurants and, much to our delight, a strip club. We did a lot of research before we chose this destination; the strip club and a nearby nudist beach were definite pluses. Being naked and rude is a big part of relaxation for us!
We are pleased to find that the patio is only overlooked by the matching apartment next door. We behave ourselves, mostly. You are topless most of the time, in just tiny bikini bottoms, and I am generous with the suncream. Heaven forbid your fabulous breasts and ample butt cheeks (barely contained by the bikini bottoms) should burn.
I love the way you moan and wriggle as I gently but firmly massage suncream into your ass, my fingers tracing the crease where your cheeks meet your thighs and then teasingly running along the edge of the material between your legs.
We have had to cool off several times in the pool, you wrapping your legs round my thighs, rubbing your hardened nipples against my chest and grinding your pussy against the erection straining in my shorts. Horny and desperate to fuck, we have had to retire to the villa for some privacy.
By day two, we have only seen a single female occupant, so figure she must be by herself. She looks reasonably young, between twenty and thirty, but it's difficult to tell, because we only seem to see her on her balcony, usually in a one-piece bathing suit and hat, ostensibly reading.
On the second afternoon, you are laying face up on the sun-lounger and have been surreptitiously watching her for a while. You whisper, "Go with me on this one."
You stand up and facing me (and away from her) you stretch and say, "I need more vitamin D."
You bend forward from the waist and slowly peel your bikini briefs down. You then lie face down, your legs slightly parted and -- having discretely kicked the lounger, perfectly pointed towards her. "Make sure I don't burn," you instruct me, and I make a great (and enjoyable) play of smoothing suncream into your butt, my hands straying into the depths of your inner thighs. I then sit down as if nothing was happening. She is watching you like a hawk.
After 20 minutes of enjoying the sun, you stand up, stretch, and announce that it's too hot, so you're going to sit on the balcony in the shade and read. You gather your bikini and turning nonchalantly towards her walk around the pool and indoors. I follow you. We head up to the balcony and sit down to wait, you are still naked. "Just watch and see if I am right," you say.
After 15 minutes she appears and walks to her lounger. She has changed into an infeasibly small bikini. Facing away from us she slides the straps of her shoulders and starts to apply oil to herself before laying face down. She then reaches round and undoes the bikini top. After a further 10 minutes or so she rolls over, revealing firm, largish breasts. She smooths oil into them, but her movements are tentative and not sensual. We can see she is tense, so we carry on watching and I wonder where this is going, but you have a smile on your face. After a few minutes she gets up and repeats your walk around the pool towards us before heading indoors.
"Let's see what happens next," you whisper.
She reappears a few moments later and returns to the lounger. With her back to us, she pulls her tiny briefs further into her ass and then smooths suncream into her ass cheeks, taking care to reach between her legs. "She is copying me!" you whisper and stand up, still naked and walk to the parapet of the balcony (which is glass so doesn't hide you in any way) and lean on it.
We see her take a deep breath and turn and lay down face up. You gasp quietly, she has pulled the briefs tight into her crotch but to one side so that her pussy is exposed. It is smooth and hairless. She lies back as if nothing is going on. You beckon me and, stopping to remove my shorts, I come and stand behind you, reaching around to stroke your breasts.
She pretends to see us and, with a catch in her voice says "Err, hi neighbours, would you like to join me? Front doors open."
"Be right there," you call.
We grab a dressing gown each "This is delicate," you say, "Follow my lead."
You carefully arrange your dressing gown so that it is belted at the waist but effectively open all the way down, your breasts covered but frankly little else. I grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and three glasses, and we head round.
When we get there, she is sat nervously, bikini briefs properly in position and arms almost covering her naked breasts. I sit at the table and open the wine and pour three glasses whilst you initially stand nonchalantly and introduce us, your dressing gown hiding nothing.
Her name is Dani, and we discover that yes, she is on her own and no, she hasn't really left the villa yet. You discretely wink at me then, looking her in the eye you say, "We saw you applying your oil. You do realise it can stain your bikini if you aren't careful?"
