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It had been a long flight. Heathrow to Dubai, luckily we were seated in Upper Class, so not too bad. I hadn't been that fussed about going, but dad had some business and the client said they would fly out his whole family, so, yes, I tagged along. We were met at Dubai airport by a man waving a placard with dad's name on it. He took our luggage, and we followed him to the car park. He led us to a large car, a limousine I suppose, BMW I think, and soon we were in air-conditioned comfort being whizzed along massively wide roads out to our hotel near the marina, dad sat up front with the driver, mum and I sat in the rear.
We were greeted at the hotel by a soft cocktail as the formalities were dispatched and copies of our passports were taken, and then we were escorted to our suite. My Lord. Two bedrooms and a living area come office come cinema. It was extensive, I have stayed in smaller houses I think. I took my suitcase and went into what was to be my room and dumped it on the case stand. I would sort it later. I wanted to have a look around.
Outside was a patio with sun loungers and chairs, but outside of the air-conditioned room the air was really hot. Mum wanted to find the pool, so we headed off in what we thought was the general direction. We passed several entrances to the various rooms and suites, and soon we were at the pool complex. It was very large, there was a swim up bar on one side, and a few different depth areas in the pool, all separated by little bridges. Palm trees all around providing some shelter from the sun. There were also some canvas cabanas that you could use. You could draw the curtain sides for privacy.
I liked the idea of the cabanas as I could sit out, use the pool, but keep my ginger haired body mostly out of the sun. We couldn't walk from our room to the pool area as a lazy river snaked its way around the resort and it was between the pool and our patio area. People sat in large rings and floated by. No worries, mum suggested the lazy river added to the security.
Dad went off with the client and so mum and I were pretty much left to our own devices.
"I am not particularly hungry Susie, let's go and get a cabana and slip in and out of the pool." That was mum's suggestion, I had no objections, so I went into my room, flipped open my case to grab a bikini. Empty, what? I looked in the wardrobe and the drawers. My clothes were all there. Whilst mum and I had been wandering around someone had valeted us. Cool.
I found my bikinis, appropriately in one of the drawers in the large bathroom. Orange one, love it, it is a bit tiny, but, well, this is a private resort and so I should be ok. Found my sarong (in the wardrobe,) grabbed the towel from the pile of 'pool towels', again appropriately on shelves in the bathroom, but these were hotel towels, so that is logically where they should be, and went out to wait for mum.
I could see mum through her open door, she had her bikini top on, but was still faffing with the straps on the bottoms.
"Need a hand mum?" I called to her.
"No love, just be there in a minute."
Mum bent forward to slip her foot into the bikini bottoms and I could see her fanny, glistening between her thighs. I wondered if she was aroused, had I interrupted a moment?
Bikini bottoms secured; mum put her sarong on.
"I've got you a towel mum, you just need a bottle of lotion."
"Did you get some water Susie?"
"Ah no, we'll grab some on the way down, they usually hand it out over the bars, or so I read on TripAdvisor."
Our beach bags filled, we grabbed the room cards and headed off, leaving the green light on that meant they could come and make up the room, or whatever things they felt they needed to do.
We found a cabana to our liking, and dumped our bags in it, pulled the side curtains and mum unrolled her towel on a sun lounger that was just in front. I planned to spend a lot of time out of the sun, mum planned to spend a lot of time in it.
"Come on Susie, let's get in the pool before we overheat."
Good idea I thought. I knew from previous hot holidays that if you got hot and then went in the pool, the pool water felt so cold, way too cold. Some hotels in Dubai chilled their pools and that was the last thing I wanted, hot air, cold pool, no, no no.
I braced myself and walked down the steps into the pool. No fears, the pool was just a lovely temperature, and I only got a mild little tickle as my crotch got to water level. I dipped down and got my shoulders under. Oh this was lovely. I wished I had remembered my sun visor, but, I hadn't, so I just had to suck it up. At least my fake Ray Bans kept the glare out of my eyes.
I looked around at the other people in the pool. Mostly women, I guessed like us, other half on business trip, Dubai is like that. I am told they don't really like the women doing business, only men. How very Middle Ages.
There was a man standing by a sunbed, doing some form of movements, stretches. I looked, of course I did, he seemed to be packing some impressive meat, that would give me food for thought when I lay in the cabana. A woman with impossible breasts was lying near him, I wondered if they were together, and had he paid for her twin mountain peaks.
A mix of people it seemed, I wondered what their nationalities were, so difficult to tell these days, usually just look at the language of the book or magazine they were reading, but with kindles these days, even that was difficult.
I may have had a little wee in the pool whilst I was there, and then slowly headed to the steps.
