Poor Pete, my partner. I had been ravaged by my lover from Holland, Johann. But it had left me very sore. There was no way I could think about Pete thrusting into me as I told him every detail.

"I'm sorry darling," I started, "but I'm afraid I'm out of action for a while. Do you want me to tell you about it now, or shall we wait until I'm OK again?"

"Just tell me a little for now," he replied. "A hand job would be good if you don't mind, though."

So I related what I suppose I would describe as a precis of my night with Johann, then got Pete to the point of cumming with my hand, and then finished off with a quick blow job.

Pete was very understanding and concerned about me, asking if we needed to go to a pharmacy. I told him that it was just a matter of resting. I didn't fancy explaining my problem to a chemist who probably wouldn't know much English anyway!

We had to spend the next day resting by the pool. Pete mentioned going shopping for some sexy stuff to wear, but I told him that walking around the shops was not on my agenda either. It was quite painful.

The best thing about that situation was that my suntan was improving, but I had to be careful with that too. I didn't want any more suffering.

We had to spend yet another day doing nothing. The soreness was easing, but I still wasn't ready for anyone touching me anywhere near my groin, so it was another day of swimming and sunbathing.

Pete was very understanding and sweet about it, but I could tell he was a little disappointed. We both had to find another novel to read because we'd finished the ones we had brought with us. Pete found some in the hotel lounge that we could borrow.

I felt much better the next day and told Pete that I thought I could manage to go shopping if he wanted to.

He'd done some research on his phone, and we got a taxi to a shop a fair way out of town. It had everything that he wanted. I wasn't sure about some of the gear on offer, but we bought a lot of underwear, including peep-hole bras, crotchless panties, garters and suspender belts.

Pete wanted to buy me some miniskirts and dresses that were outrageous. He was disappointed that I wasn't keen on them, but to keep him happy, I tried on two different mini skirts that zipped up the front. I felt awkward doing a little twirl in front of Pete because other customers were around. He treated me to a black one and a royal blue one, but I wasn't sure that I would ever wear them anywhere but in my own home.

It was our penultimate night at the hotel, and Pete wanted me to go to the club again. The look of disappointment on his face when I told him that I still wasn't quite ready for that spoke volumes. But he was understanding again.

Our last day started with some more time by the pool. We'd skipped breakfast and had a nice lie-in. Pete asked if I was ready to tell him all about my night with Johann.

"Not quite," I told him, "I think it will have to wait until we get home, but don't worry, it's all still fresh in my mind."

After a snack and a bottle of beer each, we returned to the pool. A waiter appeared at our sunbeds and asked if we wanted a drink.

"Just a bottle of water each please," Pete told him.

"Where have I seen that waiter before Pete?" I asked him.

"He was working in the nightclub on our first couple of nights," Pete told me.

"So he could have seen me leave with two different guys," I enquired.

"I suppose he could have noticed, but he was a busy guy at the bar, so probably not."

However, I couldn't help but notice that he kept approaching me whenever Pete was in the pool and I was on my own. Just clearing our table and asking if I wanted another drink.

I told Pete that I thought there might be something in the air. It was just a feeling that he was paying me more attention than others around the pool

"OK, I'll go and have a rest in the room. Good luck," he said, quickly picking up his towel from the sunbed and disappearing into the hotel.

I lay on my sunbed enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon sun. I had my book in my hands, but I wasn't reading anything. I just watched the waiter as much as I could without being obvious.

He had jet-black hair. It was quite long, not quite reaching his shoulders, and he was dressed in the hotel uniform of a white, short-sleeved cotton shirt and black trousers. He was going about his business, walking quickly around the pool, taking orders, delivering drinks, and collecting rubbish before returning to his post behind the bar.

He only passed close to me once. I lowered the book and returned the smile that he gave me.

He was far too busy, but things altered when a young lady waitress appeared on duty to help him. Shortly afterwards, he came and asked if I wanted another drink. I asked for a glass of wine, and when he brought it to me, he started a brief conversation. It was only polite stuff, but he finished with "If you would like to talk some more you could come up to the bar when you have finished your drink."

It was an invitation that I couldn't resist, and I drank my wine far too quickly. There was just something about the way he looked at me.

The young lady waitress was doing most of the work now, so we had time to talk some more. I found out that his name was Diego and that he was married and lived near Madrid, but he came to the coast every summer to earn his living. I didn't ask his age, but he was undoubtedly only in his thirties.

He poured me another wine without me asking for it. "That's on the house," he told me, smiling again.

I thanked him, held my glass up and said; "Salud." That's about the only bit of Spanish that I'd learnt!

"I saw you dancing in the club the other night," he started, "you are a good dancer."

"Oh! So that's where I've seen you before," I said.

"Yes, I work in there most evenings," Diego told me. "If you don't mind me saying so, you look like you are enjoying your holiday."

He had a cheeky smile on his face now, and I knew that he must have seen me with Johann too.

"Mmm, you're right," I told him," I'm having a lovely holiday, but sadly, this is my last night. I am going back to England tomorrow.

"Oh no, Mel," he said. "Listen, I finish work at 10 pm tonight. Is there any chance I could see you later?"

The look on his face gave away that he didn't just want more chat.

"That would be nice, Diego. Come to my room when you have finished. It's room --"

"441," he interrupted.

"How did you know that," I asked.

"It's on your bill," he said smiling and holding my bill up in the air.

"See you later then," I said, putting my empty glass down on the bar before walking over to collect my stuff and walking towards the hotel doors. I couldn't resist turning and smiling as I made my way.

When I told Pete of the developments, he was over the moon.

"But where are you going to go Pete," I asked, feeling a little mean.

"I'll be out there on the balcony, listening," he said.

I took my time getting ready for our last night. I dressed very conservatively in a blue patterned dress, just above knee length, and Pete and I went down to the dining room to enjoy the evening meal. There was no sign of Diego - he must have been working in one of the bars.

Pete and I had already discussed and agreed upon what I would wear when he came to our room later on. A pale blue negligee with just a pair of matching panties. The negligee was almost see-through and my nipples would be visible through the material.

Time seemed to drag and I kept looking at my watch. I noticed Pete doing the same. We were both excited.

Bingo. Just before 10.15 there was a knock on my door and the words "room service".

Pete went and sat on the balcony, closing the curtains carefully behind him and I opened the door slightly and peeped to make sure that it was Diego.

It was and I ushered him inside quickly.

"Wow, you look terrific Mel," he said giving me an appreciative look.

Diego had changed out of his waiter uniform and was wearing a yellow t-shirt and maroon, tailored shorts.

"You scrub up pretty well yourself," I told him. I don't think he understood, but he smiled. He was staring at my boobs.

"Would you like a drink," I asked, pointing towards the minibar.

"No thank you," he started, all the time looking straight at me, "that's not what I am here for."

As he said that he took a step forward, took me in his arms and went for a kiss. I opened my mouth and we embarked on a long tongue-flicking snog.

His hands were rapidly all over me, cupping my boobs and squeezing my nipples through the thin material of my negligee, then one hand moving down onto my thigh, then my bum cheeks, and finally onto my crotch. All the time, the tongue-flicking never stopped.

Diego's hand was just going inside my panties when the kissing stopped. I pulled away because I wanted to speak. I was acutely aware that my Pete was just yards away listening and the thought turned me on.

"I want you, Diego," I said as loud as I dared, "let's get on the bed."

Pete must surely have heard the rustling as Diego took his kit off and I removed my panties, flung my negligee to one side and laid expectantly on the bed.

I didn't want to make it too obvious that I was making some sort of commentary, but I certainly talked more than normal whilst being beautifully taken.

"Mmm, I love your tongue getting me there," I started. Then I quickly realised I didn't have to act as if I was on a movie set. I was being brought to a cum by a great-looking guy about half my age, and he was bloody good at what he was doing too.

There was a little nonsensical chatter from me as he sent chills and shivers all over my body, but the main noises were the ones that you can't mistake. The thought that Pete could hear everything made it all the better for me.

I did make more noise than usual while I gave him a blow job though. A lot more slurping and "mmmms" from me. It wasn't because his cock was anything out of the ordinary, it was just because Pete was only a few feet away.

Diego stopped me. He was lovely and hard and he said; "I'm going to fuck you now."

My favourite position has always been astride on top so I told him, "OK, lie down and let me ride you."

He didn't argue. He was young and hard and athletic. He pinched both my nipples hard as I rode him and I squealed as he did so. Then he bent forward and started licking and nibbling my ears and neck.

There was no acting or making noises on purpose now. He was bringing me to cum and for a moment I forgot all about Pete.

When I did reach that first climax, Diego didn't stop or slow down. He just kept ramming his lovely cock into me. I felt a little of the soreness coming back, so I said, "Let me taste my cum on your cock now."

"Only if I can I can taste it straight from your clit," he said as we got into a sixty-nine

My senses seemed heightened again knowing that Pete would probably be getting very excited just the other side of the curtain.

I tasted my love juices and then created some more for Diego to taste. I had a very long and intense cum and Diego didn't back off or pull away - he just kept on licking and sucking.

"I want to cum inside you now," Diego told me. He was in charge now and he got me to kneel on the bed and took me from behind. I started to feel that soreness return, but he shot his load after only a few strokes, making a lot of noise about it.

"There's another taste I want to savour now," I told him. He knew what I meant and lay down on his back while I licked him clean, then, with a tiny bit of his spunk on my tongue, I kissed him so that he could taste himself.

We lay together recovering. It was over. There was nothing else offered, and I was quite pleased with that. I didn't want to put myself out of action for Pete again. I watched him get dressed, but before he left he got his phone out and asked if he could take a pic of me.

"No problem," I said. He clicked away as I lay naked on my back on the bed.

"I love pictures of ladies with a 'just-been-fucked' look," Diego told me.

"Well, you've got some there with a 'just-been-well-and-truly-fucked look," I told him, smiling.

With that, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Pete waited a moment, then slid the balcony door open, and looked at me with a huge grin.

"Mmm, that 'just-fucked look' is quite appealing," he told me, " But now I can't wait for that 'just-fucked-again look' to appear. Are you OK with that?"

"You bet" was all I could say.

There was no doubt in my mind that Pete's presence, albeit out of sight, had made the whole thing so very pleasurable. I had discovered a trace of exhibitionism in me that I enjoyed.

I also thought it could have been even better if Pete had come out of his hiding place. I would have to talk to him about that.