[Pedro the Fisherman]

...P** and the other guy announced they were cool enough now to try getting to sleep and left. That left the three of to float about and start getting to know our shy new arrival as she had remained very aloof with us non-writers so far. J*, it transpired was from the far north of Scotland and had moved there with her parents from Devon when she was 12. Her parents were strictly religious and attended their church one or even two times a day. She was now 34 and a teaching assistant in the local junior school, but still lived with her parents. Her parents were very protective and as a teenager her main source of fun was reading the classics, such as those of the Bronte sisters. As racy as her parents allowed.

This got her into writing historic fiction in the same style and this creative writing course was the idea of one the teachers where she worked. Chrissy, who was the tutor was a friend of the teacher and she suggested this course (instead of a UK based one) as a way to bring her out of herself. "It's certainly working" she giggled. "I've an idea said our artist, I'll be back in a minute".With that she swam to the side, wrapped herself in her large towell and went off in the direction of her room.

Her exit seemed to spur on our Muslim friends from the far end of the pool, with one leap the guy jumped out of the pool and headed for a beach recliner on the far side. Despite the darkness, his lean body was visible to J*, "ooh he's naked too". When he layed on the recliner it became clear that not only was he naked, he was sporting a very impressive erection too. "Oooh, goodness me" exclaimed my companion. The psychiatrist was out next, picking up her towel and draping it behind her, she went to the recliner. With a leg either side, she moved up the length of the sunbed and once halfway, brought the towel over her head and dropped slowly onto her lover, the towel now covering both of them. Soon, this towel was moving slowly and rhythmically, occasionally emitting the odd sigh or giggle.

"Are they doing what I think they are doing?" whispered J*. "I think they are, that's a first here", I said. "It certainly would be for me" said Jo, before putting her hand over her mouth, wishing she had not said that. Her embarrassment was saved by the return of our artist, still wrapped in her towel. "You said you wanted to bring the real you out of yourself this week, didn't you?" Jo replied, thankful for a change of subject, "yep, up for anything, so it seems" she giggled.

"OK, I've set up the next big step, it's something I do at home a lot, but I've never done with other people before". "Looks like our two friends are now otherwise occupied, who's up for a spot of dancing in the moonlight in the olive grove?" "Um, sounds fun, you coming too?" said J* looking at me. "If it's not just a girly thing?" I replied. "No, the more the merrier" said the artist, come on out you both get and leave the two lovebirds alone.

It was as I made my way to the side that I realised I had not brought my beach towel from my room, "shit" I mumbled, no towel. I'll have to risk getting caught, walking naked to the olive grove. "I didn't bring one either, but I guess I slip on my dress" said J*. I was behind her as she went up the steps, her bottom small and almost childlike in the moonlight. The thought that I might be the first man to feast his eyes on these gorgeous round cheeks caused a stirring down below. By the time I reached my shorts and t-shirt I needed to cover myself quite urgently. "Oh, this is hopeless" grumbles J and I steel a glance towards the palm tree. Her slim wet body had caused her dress to stick to her top half and it refused to slide down any further. As she turned to try another way, her white tummy was clearly lit and just below, a thick triangular patch of hair, resembling a jungle. Something I'd not noticed in the water. Holding my Tshirt to cover my swollen penis, I stepped over and said in a chivalrous voice "allow me to help, madam". Getting hold of the hem of the dress, I pulled it downwards, for a second my face was level with her bottom as she spun around.

To be continued....