She squeezed by my wheelchair, her ginger hair flowing down her back, her pert breasts visible as the sun shone through her almost see-through beach blouse, brushing her blue bikini bottoms against my arm and wheelchair control, making me move to one side. She turned to me and apologized, her camel toe so beautiful against her gusset, inviting and enticing.

As I'm non-verbal I said my usual "No problem," one of the things that's almost audible to people. She smiled and moved away to sit with her boyfriend, her boyfriend so lucky, he's had his hands on her. Luckier still, probably had his mouth on that beautiful body.

I sat for a while, pondering the day in the Cabo Roig sunshine. The strip was heaving as usual and I'm sat here in my crop top, shorts and sunglasses, sipping a San Miguel. The bar owner came and without asking poured my drink into my glass for me, hugged me and said. "Hi." in her beautiful Irish accent. I glanced across at blue bottom ginger hotness, she had turned to face me and as the sun was behind me, the shape of her amazing slender maybe 5'5" of pure tight pale skin, reddening in the mid-summer sun, my mind went into 'mum mode' and thought 'you really need some sun cream or it is going to hurt later.'

I sat staring at her. Her tummy was now exposed, her beach top riding up almost to her perfect breasts, my heart beating so hard that I'm sure people could hear it. It's ok the sun is in her eyes, she can't see me. It's ok that she is about nineteen years old, give or take a year or two. She is perfect in every way. Long ginger hair now covering one side of her lithe body, almost touching her beautiful outy navel. What a view, what a stunning thing to behold. Good job she can't see my gusset, it is wet through.

They moved on. I considered following and stalking them to the next bar but refrained. I'm forty-eight and my body is pretty much contorted away from being sexy, (my thoughts of course), she wouldn't give me a second glance.

I finished my beer and gave Aoife a tip and a squeeze of her ample bum. As always she called me a dirty bitch and said. "love you, see you soon."

Back at my apartment, I went out onto the patio overlooking the pool. It was a great spot, no one could see me but I could see all the lovely, almost naked people. As usual, kids were screaming in their usual anarchic way, so the headphones went on, Beartooth blasting in my ears. Who needs soothing music? I'm looking out over the pool when I saw her. First, her red head popped up from the far side of the pool. As she climbed the steps, her blue bikini came out of the water, pulled tight into her perfect size six bottom, water dripping from her crotch and those amazing lips. My heaven just appeared and my pussy almost exploded at the sight. She walked towards my apartment I lay there, boobs out, nipples stood out from excitement. She glanced over and stopped. In a giggly voice, she said. "Hi, I thought it was you. You're so lucky to have an apartment by the pool."

I couldn't speak, my mouth was dry, my pussy was soaking and my mind was racing. She came a little closer, her naked breasts just stood to attention, gone were the days.

"I like your tats," she said. I mis-heard and said. "I like yours better..." She looked at me and said. "Did you just say you like mine better?"

"What? You understand me?"

She smiled and said. "Yeah, my little sister has Cerebral Palsy and she speaks like you, only a little clearer. Anyway, what tats, I don't have any."

So I'm laid there staring at the piece of heaven before me half-naked, wet through and questioning what I was thinking.

She giggled and walked away, lifting her little boobs as she went. Fucking hell, why didn't I ask her name?

Later that day, I managed to get some of the housework done. My husband had been working along the coast. He sings in bars, keeps us above water and never had to be told twice what I need from him. He brought food from Molinos Blancos' a lovely Spanish restaurant.

As we sat and ate he asked about my day. He always wanted a blow-by-blow account of what I had been up to. Not a control thing but curious, a lot of the time it's lunch with Lola my friend or Damien my male but very camp socialising buddy. But today I told him about the heavenly bikini-clad amazing girl, he sat intently listening to my story. I must have drifted a little when describing her leaning over the fence and lifting her tiny pert boobs. He reached over to me and ran his hand up my leg right to my crotch. Yes, I was damp, his fingers pulled my thong to one side and entered me easily. He crudely pulled them out and sucked the sticky mess off. Then he said. "I guarantee they will be in Charlie's bar later. There's a band on"m." To my disappointment he said. "Sorry though, I can't go. I'm heading down the coast to Pilar, another gig."

I could always go and sit on Charlie's bar patio. Can't get my wheelchair chair in there without help and my husband's unavailable. I couldn't walk in either. I got ready after finding out the band was one of the local rock bands that I follow, so dressed in my ACDC T-shirt and denim cut-off shorts that were more frayed each wash, only just covering my cotton panties.

I got to Charlie's early so I could at least see in through the doors. Quite a few already there that I knew. We exchanged pleasantries and I sat and waited, hoping.

Charlotte, the owner, brought me a drink out and a spare as usual. I sat sipping my beer, watching people as I like to do. A couple of younger men came in, I said. "Hi." One ignored me as expected, the other said. "Hola." The usual crowd milling about getting in the mood for the gig. I always say hello, and most of them say hello back or even sit with me. There they were! Oh shit! There they were. She was dressed in a long skirt with a crop top. It was almost matching but just not quite. It showed her hair off beautifully. Oh, but there was the boyfriend, yeah boyfriend. That perfect specimen, all tanned and tight jeaned, showing off quite a nice bulge. I looked over at them and she whispered something to him. They walked towards me. Oh, she was flowing. She was more beautiful tonight than she was half-naked. She walked right up to me and said. "Hi," I said hello back, smiling at her. She introduced herself as Rosie and her boyfriend Ger. I said. "Nice to meet you. I'm Treize." They asked if they could join me and I gladly accepted. We sat listening to the music and chatting. Rosie doing incredibly well interpreting what I was saying. I had my iPad at hand to say words she couldn't get. The conversation turned to the pool. Rosie giggled and said that Ger had been in the pool all the time. I didn't see him but I was staring at my heaven.

As the band wound its way through its set list, the conversation started to flow as well as the drink, we discussed jobs, money, love, politics and of course, it turned to sex.

Rosie was quite forward, explaining that Ger would often wake up with a hard-on, usually pressing into her back or ass cheeks. She would tease him by sliding onto it, rubbing her pussy lips along his shaft then running away before he could catch his breath. What a lucky bastard! Just to be laid skin on skin with my perfection would be a win.

The night was coming to an end. Rosie needed the toilet and asked if I needed to go. I explained that I could only get there if she carried me, so I suggested going over to my apartment as it was less than fifty feet away. They both agreed, on the principle that music and beer would be provided.

Back at my apartment Rosie ran ahead to the loo. Ger helped me gently from my wheelchair, and I followed Rosie using my trolley. As I got to the bathroom the door was open. Rosie was sitting on the loo. Skirt pulled up, no sign of panties. She smiled and I stood looking at her neatly trimmed ginger pussy. She tore off a sheet of paper and wiped herself slowly. "Would you like me to help you Treize?" She said. I gasped my reply, not even sure it was words. She pulled down my shorts and then my cotton panties that were wet at the crotch. As I sat, she stood and lifted her skirt to adjust, "Do you think I did a good job?" She asked.

"Yes." I gasped and smiled.

As I finished, Ger was at the door, dancing from one foot to the other. He looked over and smiled at me. He mouthed the words, "Very nice," as Rosie pulled up my panties. I didn't bother with the shorts as I was a little tipsy and didn't care.

Rosie and I went into the lounge and heard Ger flush the toilet. In he walked, sporting the biggest erection. He had discarded his jeans and shoes along the way, and stood there with his cock in his hand and said, "Now let's see you run Rosie!"

She giggled and sank to the floor. I could hardly catch my breath. Rosie opened her lips and took his cock in her mouth. Deep strokes for a minute or so. She took it out looked at me and said "Want to taste this beauty?"

I nodded. Ger took the lead and walked toward me. I could see Rosie's sparkle lipstick on his rigid shaft. I took it in my good hand, pulled him closer and took him in my eager mouth. As he thrust slightly I felt a hand on my thigh. Rosie was looking up at me, her hand moving towards my wet pussy. Her fingers slipped along my panty-clad lips. I parted my legs and Rosie pulled my panties away from my slick bald cunt. Ger came. I didn't feel it straight away but gush after gush into my throat and my face. He looked down at me and saw Rosie coming up to meet my cum spattered face and mouth.

She kissed me deeply taking in Ger's ejaculation. Then licked and sucked every last drop from my face. I looked at Ger and his penis still stood to attention. Rosie looked me in the eyes and said "You want it in you?"

I nodded a yes.

Ger took charge and moved Rosie to one side gently tapping her tight bum. He lifted me from my wheelchair, sat down in it and lowered me onto his lap. He whispered, "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" I gasped.

I had my back to him. He instructed Rosie to take off my panties and he lifted my knees exposing my wet slit to Rosie. She took the initiative and thumbed my clit. I was staring at my heavenly red Rosie while her thumb flicked and my tiny breasts heaved. I could feel Ger's cock throbbing against my wetness. As he lifted me to his chest Rosie took his cock and put the tip against my hole. I took a breath that I seemed to hold forever as he lowered me onto his thick cock. I arched my back and pushed my arse into his crotch to meet him. His rhythmic thrusts hitting my G spot. I could feel myself edging and he kept backing off just at the frustrating moment of my no return. Plunging back in as he hit home with his lovely member. I looked down at the now unclothed Rosie and uncontrollably orgasmed at seeing her naked and masturbating in front of us.

Rosie stood fingers still in place, her pelvis thrusting and pussy lips peeking from behind her hand. She came close to me and I could feel her heat. She gently placed her mound against mine as Ger carried on his thrusting. I could feel myself starting to cum again. Ger smashing my pussy against Rosie's mound. Rosie fell to her knees in front of me. I could feel her breath against my clit. As her tongue hit it I moaned loudly. Ger thrust hard. Rosie's tongue found his shaft. She was lapping at his cock. Her tongue was entering me with each of Gers strokes. She had her hands on my thighs, her tongue in my cunt. All I can feel is the explosion inside me. Ger started to cum. He was filling me. It felt like it was coming out of me. I looked down to see I was squirting in Rosie's face. She was still clamped to my cunt and I was cumming hard, drenching her. Ger slipped out of my now creamy hole and pulled my legs apart further exposing a glorious cream pie for Rosie to feast on. As she lapped up the second helping, she stood and came to kiss me. I could taste my cum and his cum on Rosie's beautiful lips.

The beautiful Red, the amazing Rosie and Ger. The characters are real, my fantasy is a wish I hope comes true.