My husband and I were taking our annual holiday. Usually we go somewhere full on but this year I had been very busy so I wanted to just have a lazy holiday. We settled on an island in Fiji. Were my husband could go snorkelling and a pool I could just lie around and read my book. Best of all it was child free. Now don’t get me wrong,I love children but it’s nice to relax in peace and quiet sometimes. We quickly got into a routine where my husband would go off snorkelling and I could just lay around the pool reading my book. Why I liked the feeling of the heat and wearing very little. I am not what you would call a sun bunny and although liked the heat would always searched out the shade. Our usual routine was for me to put on a bikini and wrap and with my book in hand, sunnies and sunblock my husband and I would head to the pool. We would find lounges around the pool and would shoot the breeze for about half an hour before my husband would get restless and with ants in his pants excuse himself and go snorkelling. It was quite relaxing just lying there reading my book, feeling the heat and smelling the aroma of the tropical air. Every now and then I would hear the sound of water splashing as someone dived into the pool and would look up from my book. Every day about 11 am they would have what I thought of as the meet parade. This is were new guests to the resort walk up the beach from the boat and walked between me and the edge of the pool to reception. Today I was rewarded with a view of a rather striking woman and couldn’t help but think Nice arse as she passed. I wondered what she looked like under those jeans. My husband joined me for a short time later and we went next door to the restaurant for lunch. After finishing lunch we returned to the pool and blob out on the some loungers. He stayed with me for longer than he had in the morning to let his lunch settle, before he left and returned to his snorkelling. It was so quiet and relaxing around the pool. I had the place to myself and the only sound I could hear was the sound of the small waves crashing on the beach. I was deep in my book when I heard someone dive into the pool. I looked over the top of my book to see who it was. And there she was, the woman with the hot arse. I had gotten to a good part in my book so I rolled over onto my stomach and continued reading. A while later I heard a Scottish voice say “ is anyone sitting here “

I rolled over to see the woman with the hot ass. There was plenty of other loungers she could of taken and it was obvious she had chosen this one because she felt lonely and wanted someone to talk to. I told her no one was sitting there and to help yourself. Before she sat down I made sure I got an eyeful of her body. I remember thinking, her arse wasn’t the only thing that was hot, and OH l could fuck that. She asked if I was on my own and I replied that I was travelling with my husband. She said your lucky and told me that her husband had been in a fatal accident just over a year ago. She said her and her husband had travelled a lot and she had loved it but this was the first one since his death. She said travelling alone had scared her and that she was afraid to travel because they were all set up for families or couples and she didn’t want to be a third wheel. I said you can hang out with my husband and I. We aren’t exactly honeymooners. She told me that although she found it difficult at first, she now thinks this is the happiest she has ever been. She said she has a male friend and they are only friends and not sexual and never will be. They call on each other to be the plus one when they need one. She said she’s very happy in life and is happy on her own. She said she is rather different sexually and hasn’t found anyone yet and thinks she never will, and is okay with that. She says she would rather have no relationship than a bad one or even a mediocre one.

I was very curious to find out more about her sexual tastes. She sat down and we introduced ourselves to each other. She said she was only here for a few days and was on her way home after a holiday in Australia. We chatted for a while. More than once she had me in hysterics. The more we chatted and got to know each other the more she opened up and felt comfortable she wasn’t offending me. She would tell me stories about things her and her husband would get up to. He sounded a bit of a character with a serious kink going on. Our conversation ended up being all about the things we have done and the things we hoped to do. It went a bit like..... ya done that and loved it, done that and hated it and I will never do it again and haven’t done that....... YET....... but want to try it if I get the chance.

Knowing she’s never going to meet any of my friends or family I know I can tell her anything. That is of course unless she was to write a book. Anyway it wouldn’t be the kind of book they would read, they thought 50 shades of grey was too racy. In the middle of the afternoon Tom my my husband returned from snorkelling for a coffee. I introduced them to each other. And we joked while we drank. When he was finished he stood up to return to his snorkelling. But before he could leave I ask him to put some sunblock on my back for me. He said “I don’t think so !!! I will get oil all over my mask “