Modern Love story. Chapter 15.

Kelly and I decided to have a day on one of the beaches in Cala D'or. Carl had already told us that he had some business to attend to that day so Kelly and I would be on our own. The hire car turned up on time and we were all set. We packed our towels, sun creams and some bottled water.

Kelly had put on a short skimpy white summer dress made of fine cotton. The white straps attached to the bodice were no thicker than string and the cotton was fine enough to hint at the color of the bikini bottoms she was wearing under her dress. We set off mid-morning, and were on the beach twenty-five minutes later. The small sandy beach was quite full by the time we had arrived and there were not many spaces left.

The sun loungers had all been taken earlier of course but we had our towels to lie on. We picked our way across the beach until we found a suitable spot and promptly laid claim to it, spreading our towels out before sitting down. Kelly took off her sundress and then began to apply the sun cream to her body. Her actions were not meant to be provocative, but when she was creaming her breasts and nipples it was all but impossible not to be provoked.

I could never tire of watching her, even after six years of marriage, but I wasn't the only one taking a close interest. There were two lads close by, probably no more than seventeen years old, and they had been watching her since we'd arrived. They made no attempt to conceal their interest, they were too young and too naive for such finesse. Judging by their expressions she had clearly made their day. It was difficult to ignore their stares, and still more so not to show how proud I was that they found my wife so attractive.

On the other side of us was an older couple. The lady had just been for a dip in the sea and the man, who was engrossed in his newspaper, had barely acknowledged her return. In fact everyone around her seemed equally oblivious to her presence. I looked at her and wondered if, in her youth, she might once have been subject to the same rapt attention that Kelly commanded.

We decided to go for a swim and so we picked our way down to the water's edge. Kelly was ahead of me and as she waded out into the crystal clear sea I could see how her bikini bottom was riding up slightly to reveal more of the curves of her cheeks. She was aware of it, too and every so often she would reach round and adjust it. We were already up to our waists when Kelly looked back at the beach and pointed something out to me.

I turned round to look and then I felt the sudden shock of cold water on my back and I heard her laughing. Before I had the chance to retaliate she dipped below the water and began to swim towards a raft that was moored some way out. I caught up with her and ten minutes later we were holding onto the side of the raft treading water. I managed to clamber on to it and then gave Kelly a hand to get aboard.

We sat down facing the sun, getting our breath back. There was a man already on the raft. He was aged about forty-five. Kelly and I said hello to him and we got talking. It transpired that he was English, had lived in Majorca for the past fifteen years and ran a local bar cum restaurant.

He had come out for a working summer and had become so enamored of the resort that he had stayed on. As we conversed he seemed unable to take his eyes off Kelly's breasts. The sea breeze on her wet skin had caused goose pimples, her areolas had contracted and her nipples were fully erect. She was aware that he was staring at her breasts and she felt rather self-conscious. So she brought her knees up to her chest, leant forwards, and wrapped her arms around her legs, thereby hiding them from view.

He must have realized why she had done this and may have felt embarrassed. Either that or he realized that the show was over. Whatever his reason, he said that he had to be getting back, and he stood up, walked to the edge of the raft, and dived in to the sea. He called out from the water, and told us that we were very welcome to visit his bar, before turning to swim back towards the beach.

Kelly said that she would not go near the place because she did not like the way he had been staring at her. I said that in his place I, too, would have stared. She did look gorgeous. Her hair, normally dark brown, was still damp and appeared virtually jet-black. It was hanging down in strands, framing her beautiful face. She was really getting a tan and her brown skin contrasted strongly with her white teeth. And in further stark contrast were the skimpy lime green bikini bottoms, faithfully clinging to every soft contour of her femininity.

And then there were her nipples! Hard, erect and crying out to be kissed. Had we been on our own, I would have been chewing on them already. In fact I would have been making love to her there and then, but someone else was already climbing on to the raft, so I suggested that we swim back.

By the time we had completed our leisurely return and had dried off, it was time for lunch. Kelly slipped her dress back on and we went to the small tavern at the edge of the beach. We sat at a table in the shade, with a view of the beach. We ordered a salad, and washed it down with a couple of small beers. I settled the bill and we meandered back to our spot on the beach. The combination of the heat, the sound of the sea and the alcohol caused us to doze off as soon as we lay down to sunbathe.

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We went in for another swim an hour or so later and by then we'd had enough. We thought that we would have a coffee before going back to the villa. Kelly dried herself and put her dress back on. She stepped out of the wet bikini bottoms, and reached in her bag for the knickers she'd packed that morning. She took them out and immediately noticed that there was sun cream all over them. The plastic top of the container had somehow opened and everything in the bag was covered in ambre solaire!

She would have put the bikini bottoms back on but they were now covered in sand so she tossed them into the bag alongside her panties. It was amusing to note that the older man next to us, who had paid such scant attention to his wife that morning, was now very interested in my wife's dilemma.

Kelly did not seem at all perturbed about this; in fact she gave the impression that she couldn't have cared less. She just made sure her dress was decent and slipped on her sandals. She was in front of me as we filed off the beach. Just as her lime green bikini bottom had been discernible through the thin cotton of her dress, so now was the tanned skin of her bare backside.

Not only that; as she climbed the steps to the tavern and I followed some three steps behind, I was even treated to tantalizing glimpses of her rounded cheeks. However no one else was to be so lucky, because as soon as we sat down at the table she draped a towel over her legs. We finished our coffees and after taking a last look at the beach we strolled back to the car.

The car was incredibly hot and we could not even sit on the seats until we'd covered them with our towels. But the air conditioning was quite effective and the temperature inside the car was soon reducing. Kelly's short skirt and absence of underwear was a major distraction, however. Nevertheless, I managed to keep my eyes on the road even if I didn't keep both hands on the wheel. And by the time we'd got to the villa I was sold on the benefits of an automatic gearbox; only once had it been necessary to let go of her lovely little fanny. A ringing endorsement for Borg-Warner, no doubt, but one unlikely to feature as a customer testimonial.

We were halfway up the drive before we noticed that Carl must have visitors. There was another car parked outside the villa.