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.