[Pedro the Fisherman]

Thanks, if you have read the last post you will find me struggling to help her get on a long dress over a wet body!

As J* spun around in an attempt to cover her lower body, I found my face about three inches from her bush! "Sorry!" I blurted, just trying to help out. "I think you might need to sort something else out too" she chuckles, "it seems mens willies are like busses, you wait a lifetime to see one and then two come along at the same time!". I follow her eye line and realise that in the confusion of helping her with covering her modesty, I'd dropped the bundled Tshirt and shorts that had been covering mine! "Doh, I'm so sorry" I said, "at least it's quite dark here, I didn't mean to cause offence".

"I don't think I'm offended, but I am feeling very tingly inside this evening....let's go down to the olive grove before our lovely artist thinks we've deserted her". Holding my now damp clothing over my (now shrinking) privates, we tip toe past the now still sun lounger. I dark face emerges and a hand gives us a wave as we sneak past.

I keep J* ahead of me, both of us walking slowly without a torch and both having bare feet. The olive grove was past some accommodation units and down a slight slope. At first it seemed deserted, then a strong beam of light shone towards us. "Agh, I can't see a thing now" I blurted. "Sorry, I'll shine it on the ground, it's all soft grass now" said the voice of our host. The bright light changed to a glow that illuminated our now naked again friend. " oh, we are breaking all the rules tonight then" I said, "no mobile phones to be used at CR and no activity after 10pm!".

"Well, sometimes you have to live dangerously" she said, as her phone and small attached speaker started to play a 'party like it's 1999' by Prince. In the moonlight it was possible to see her much more clearly than in the pool. Like me, in her 50s but with a slim long limbed frame and an infectious manner I took in her body. Like J* she had short bobbed hair, but her breasts were quite long (older?)with larger nipples than I'd noticed earlier. Going downwards, a small area of short curly hair was visible as she swayed to rhythm of the music. "Come on then, I'm not doing this to be gawped at by you!..get dancing!". I suddenly thought that without realising it, I'd been staring at her. I quickly laid down my modesty protection and started to move in sequence with her.

I spun slowly around (I am no dancer) and moved towards J* and put my hand out. "Care to dance?" I said, again using my chivalrous voice. "Oh, I don't dance" she said. " neither do I, and I seem to remember you not doing a lot of stuff...that's why you are here!" I replied. "You win", she said and took my outstretched hand. As I said, I don't dance, but I was now attached to a lady 20 years my junior (and quite possibly a virgin) in a long dress and I was stark naked. I didn't see that coming an hour ago!

"Oy, keep the noise down" came a female voice in a 'stage whisper', "people are trying to sleep!" As the figure came closer, I recognised the mop of curly hair that meant J***e was back from her night out. "The 'lovebirds' told me you were down here, when I looked for you by the pool". "That looks fun, I've been watching dancing all evening in a hot theatre, now I can do some myself". With that, she starts to undress. I look at J* and smile (hoping she can see me), "not feeling over dressed then?"

More later...