Maggie lay back on her sunlounger. It felt so good to feel the sun on her body. She revelled in the Brazilian heat and reached into her bag for some tanning oil. She thought how lucky she was to be staying at such a luxurious hotel. After a hard day working yesterday, it was a lovely feeling to have the day off today.
The pool area was designed to look like a lagoon with shallow areas sloping from a simulated beach. It curved around waterfalls and incorporated strategically placed tropical plants, adding to its exotic look. “Yes, I could quite happily stay here for a few more days,” Maggie thought, “maybe I should add a couple of days leave to this work trip. I could do with topping up my tan, that's for sure.”
Maggie cast an appraising look over her body. She was slim, and looked after herself. She loved salsa dancing but being so into yoga also helped her keep in shape. Her waist was small compared to the flare of her hips. Her breasts large; "a bit too large for this bikini top," Maggie thought ruefully to herself. Her E cup breasts were spilling out of the sides of her 34DD bikini top. She stretched her legs out to admire their shape. “Yes, not bad for a woman in her forties. I guess I'll do,” she thought to herself.
Maggie gathered up her long, honey-coloured hair into a messy bun to keep it out of the way as she started to apply her suntan oil. As she did so, she peered over her sunglasses and stole a look at the other sunbathers. Nearest her was a couple in their thirties. From the snatches of conversation Maggie could pick up, it seemed they were Brazilian, probably locals celebrating an anniversary or some other milestone in their relationship.
He was extremely suntanned; his dark hair sleek and combed back. Maggie admired his well-toned body as much as she could without actually staring. His chest was hairless and well defined, his stomach flat, and there was a definite six-pack. His best feature by far, however, was his small, very small, swimming shorts. “Bloody hell! They leave nothing at all to the imagination,” Maggie thought. As he turned slightly in her direction, she could clearly see the outline of a very promising cock. She must have breathed in audibly because the man suddenly glanced over at her.
“Now that was embarrassing,” Maggie smiled to herself. But just before she hurriedly turned away, this hot young Brazilian stud smiled back.
Maggie decided she needed to cool down. She adjusted her plain black bikini, and tip-toed across the hot poolside to the edge of the water.
“What is it about me on this trip?” she wondered to herself. She seemed to be in a permanent state of arousal. Maggie stepped down into the shallow water and waded towards the waterfall on the other side. It was an unconscious act, but she noticed that from here, she could get a better look at her poolside companions without being so obvious about it.
There weren’t many, just the Brazilian couple and one other man seated further away. While she could never be 100% sure from this distance, the more Maggie examined him the more she was convinced he was the same man she had seen standing in the window opposite her room last night. He was lying flat on his back with one arm bent across his face and appeared to be asleep. He was clearly not Brazilian. His skin was fair. He was slim with well-toned arms. The muscles in his legs clearly defined. Maggie thought he was probably a runner, or maybe a cyclist. Yes, a cyclist, she smiled to herself. He had the body of a cyclist. But even more interesting to Maggie was his hair, a red-head. She had a soft spot for ginger men, that was for sure. They never disappoint.
Maggie lowered herself deeper into the water, drawing a sharp intake of breath as the cold water rose up her thighs. She rolled over so she could float on her back. Her toes, breasts, and face were the only body parts that broke the surface of the water. Looking down, Maggie could see water separating her breasts like two islands bobbing in front of her.
As she continued to roll, Maggie's gaze was again drawn to the Brazilian couple. Their sunbeds were pushed even closer together now. The woman was lying on her stomach, her bikini top undone, and the man; her boyfriend? Husband? Lover? was rubbing oil on her back. Maggie watched as the man expertly worked his hands across her back and down her shoulders. If Maggie thought he was tanned, she was even darker. Her dark skin tone was emphasized by the tiniest white thong breaking the smooth dark skin of her ass. It was an amazing rounded bottom that, like her back and arms, was glistening with oil. He put the lid back on the bottle and lay down on his side very close to her, all the time talking softly as he continued to stroke and massage her back.
Maggie was becoming intrigued and nonchalantly swam over to the side of the pool nearest them. Insuring she was partially hidden by foliage, she continued to watch, fascinated.
The man’s hand had moved down to her thighs now, sweeping long strokes across the back of her legs. He grabbed the bottle again and poured more oil over her thighs. From where she was hiding, Maggie could see the oil running in rivulets down between her legs. Almost imperceptibly, the woman parted her thighs so he could trail his fingers further down. While not close enough to hear what he was saying, Maggie could hear him constantly talking softly to her as he kept up his massage, always leaning closer.
Maggie would have loved to hear what he was saying. What words of persuasion was he using? The woman began raising her hips off the sunbed. That glorious ass was lifting and pushing back towards the man's fingers. He was stroking it now; lightly circling his fingers across her cheeks. Maggie could imagine how the woman felt. She closed her eyes and imagined the oil trickling over her own ass and between her own thighs. Fuck! How fucking erotic is that?
Maggie sunk lower into the water. She rested her breasts on the edge of the pool. Her hands moved lower down, down between her thighs. She pulled the material of her bikini bottom away from her pussy with one thumb as she continued to watch the couple.
He was now using his thumb against the string parting her ass cheeks, stroking and pressing down as his fingers were sliding further down. Maggie could see the woman part her legs just a little more to allow his fingers better access. He was still talking to her, leaning over on his side, his thumb now under the material, his fingers teasing her with the massage all the while stroking just to the sides of her pussy, working their way closer to her clit but never quite on it.
“This is amazing to watch,” Maggie thought.