by Guy Lilburne
“You are joking” I said.
I already knew that this was going to be a great holiday. I could hardly believe it. I have never been very lucky in anything, but today I knew I was lucky and it was a good feeling.
The automatic glass doors opened and we walked into the marbled reception. It was cool and air conditioned. The seating was leather. There was a fountain and hanging above that, a crystal chandelier. Wow! This was a nice place. We could see through the automatic glass doors on the other side of the reception area; a sun terrace and a swimming pool, palm trees and the Mediterranean Sea. The hotel was a horseshoe shape around the pool. We booked in and went to our room on the second floor. The room was beautiful; marble floor, pine furniture, double sized balcony with doors leading from the lounge and the bedroom. The balcony looked out over the pool and, to the left, there were a couple of palm trees and the Mediterranean Sea, so close you could almost touch it. It was a small hotel, only four or five storeys high. It had a bar and a restaurant and a games room. I could tell that the kids were as delighted as I was. The hotel and our room were beautiful and clean. We really had been very lucky. I dropped the cases on the beds.
“I think we will be happy here for two weeks” I announced to the kids. Within no time Samson and Delia had made friends with some other kids. Delia made friends with a German girl of her own age. Delia was learning German at school and her friend was learning English at school, so they could converse a little in each other’s language. They became inseparable over the next two weeks.
Samson met ‘Manu’, an 8 year old French boy, who smiled a lot. Manu couldn’t speak a word of English and Samson couldn’t speak a word of French, but they too became inseparable friends. It was quite amazing to watch them together. They chatted away in different languages, but incredibly seemed to have an understanding of what each other was saying. They would suddenly burst out laughing at the same time or go and get changed to go swimming, or sea fishing, or go to the shop, or just sit and eat together in the restaurant. Sometimes they would just sit together and laugh, telling jokes in their own language.
Delia and her German friend wandered off and did their own thing most days, but Manu and Samson stayed with me much of the time. Each day Manu’s mum, who was a beautiful looking French woman with huge breasts, would give me instructions on where they were going and what time they would be back with her husband and Manu’s sister. Well, at least, I think that’s what she was doing. It was all in French and I couldn’t understand a word. She gave me some money each day to buy Manu’s lunch, and sometimes extra money that Manu would use to buy something from the shop. This always took more explanation and I never had a clue what she was saying, so I just shrugged my shoulder a lot and nodded all the time, while I looked at her breasts wobbling as she was talking to me. Sometimes Manu would burst out laughing. His mum must have been a comedian. Manu would always end up tugging at my arm and or smile or give me the thumbs up. Sometimes he would try to explain to me, in French, what his mum was trying to explain to me in French. Sometimes, like an idiot, I would suddenly nod as if that explained it and say things like “Ohhh” as in ‘Oh I see’. In any event, Manu always knew what to spend his money on. After a couple of days Manu’s mum got into the habit of kissing me on the cheek. Maybe we were getting an Anglo French understanding. I couldn’t help wondering what her nipples looked like!
The weather was hot and sunny for the two weeks. We were right on top of the beach and only five minutes’ walk from Ibiza town. Each day we had more or less the same routine.
After breakfast we would sunbathe around the pool and at around lunchtime we would walk into town or along the beach or maybe go around the shops. We would get some lunch and go back to sunbathing around the pool in the afternoon. Later on in the afternoon I would go up onto our balcony for a couple of hours rest from the kids and then, between 6.00 pm and 7.00 pm, we would all go out and have a meal, play pool in a couple of local bars and then return to the hotel at around 9.00 pm. The kids would all then meet up again and play around the pool or in the hotel bar or the games room. I would settle down on the balcony with a bottle of brandy and a packet of cigarettes. I would just read or listen to music or just look out over the swaying palm trees and listen to the voices of the people sitting on the hotel terrace below me. I could also see into the hotel bar from my balcony and I was always happy to while away the hours just watching the people in there. At 11.00 pm I would go down into the hotel and get Samson and Delia and take them to bed at midnight. I would then go back out onto the balcony and have another few drinks. I would normally go to bed at about one or two in the morning.
The very first night that we were there, as I sat on the balcony, the lights came on in the room directly opposite mine. I watched as the woman came into her room. She put a cassette in the player on the table. She made herself a sandwich and opened a bottle of wine. She was very smartly dressed in a grey skirt and matching jacket, a white blouse and a silk scarf or cravat. After she had eaten her sandwich she got up and went into her bathroom out of my view and then a few minutes later the light in her bedroom came on and she walked in wearing a little cream silk bathrobe. It was short and came to just below her bottom. I thought it was very sexy. She closed the curtains in the bedroom and went back into the lounge. She didn’t close the lounge curtains. She got herself another glass of wine. She spoke on her mobile phone a lot. She sat down and typed on a laptop computer. She looked through a lot of documents. Sometimes she just sat there for a while and did nothing, just watching me watching her. As the evening went on she looked over at me more often, probably to see if I was still watching her, but she never acknowledged me. On a couple of occasions she was talking on her mobile phone and walked over to the patio window and just looked over at me while she spoke on the phone. I thought that she looked quite pretty. She was about my age and had long blonde hair. She had long slim legs and large breasts, which her white silk robe struggled to keep covered and always seemed to be promising to reveal, but never did. I kept a close watch just in case! This seems a ridiculous thing to say, but I think we sort of liked each other. It was as if we could sense each other’s loneliness and I think, in a strange sort of way, as we watched each other on that first night we sort of bonded. Either that or she could have been on the phone to the police, telling them about the strange pervert who was staring at her from the balcony opposite her hotel room. The police never turned up and she didn’t close her curtains. She was watching me as much as I was watching her. I wished I knew her name. I guessed that she was some kind of business woman in the holiday trade and I think that she was sad about something. Maybe she was going through a hard time with life as well as me.
When I went down to get the kids at 11.00 pm I returned at 11.15 pm and her lounge curtains were closed. In the morning she was up and gone out to work before I was out of bed.
On the next night I was looking forward to seeing her again and hoped that she would be there. She turned up at the same time and went through exactly the same routine as the night before. We watched each other on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday night. In a funny sort of way I felt that we had made friends with each other without us even speaking a word. I was always glad to see her and I thought that she was glad to see me. I half expected her to come out onto the balcony and shout across “Hi honey, I’m home!” when she came in each night. On Thursday night it was different. I was looking forward to seeing her, and as usual I waited on the balcony. She arrived home at exactly the same time as normal. She put her cassette on, made a sandwich, opened a bottle of wine, and chatted away on her mobile as she did all this.
The difference was that tonight, instead of disappearing into the bathroom to get undressed and put her little silk robe on, she went straight into her bedroom and turned the light on. She was dancing around to whatever music she was playing in the cassette. I wished I could dance with her. She took off her jacket
and then slipped off her skirt. I didn’t mean to but I sat up straight in my chair.
“Holy fuck!” I said out loud.
I could see that she was wearing stockings and suspenders. She carried on dancing around.
“Holy fuck!” I kept repeating.
I knew that she was stripping for my benefit. She had to be. She knew that I would be here watching.
She took off her blouse, then her bra, and then her knickers. She then sat on the end of the bed and combed her hair in the mirror. She put on some lipstick before she stood up and turned to face me. I could see her breasts and I could see the dark bush of her pussy. She kicked off her shoes and then peeled down her stockings and removed the suspender belt. She paraded around naked, hanging her clothes in the wardrobe, putting her underwear away. She picked up the little white silk robe from off the bed and put it on. She then closed the curtains and went back into the lounge.
My heart was beating like a drum. It was one of the sexiest things that I have ever seen. Our balconies were no more than 20 metres apart. I had seen her so clearly she must have done it for me. She was sexy and pretty, she had big firm breasts and a little waist. She looked magnificent dancing around naked and I had an erection that wanted to burst out of my jeans and have a look over the balcony and give her a round of applause.
Other than the fantastic striptease, everything else was the same as before. When I returned from getting the kids her curtains were closed as usual.
At 12.30 am I was having a drink on the balcony when her lounge curtains opened and she opened the patio doors. She came out onto her balcony and sat and looked out towards the sea. I sat and looked towards her. She sipped at her glass of wine for a few minutes. I had butterflies in my stomach, as you do when you know something sexual is going to happen.
We were about to have proper contact. As I was trying to think of something witty and charming to say she turned towards me.
“Hello” she called.
“Hello” I said.
Maybe it took me by surprise, or maybe I was still trying to think of something witty and charming to say. As it was I said nothing. As the moments ticked by the silence became deafening. The poor woman had made the effort to come out onto her balcony and say “Hello” and I was just leaving her hanging there in conversational limbo. After another couple of minutes she shrugged her shoulders and went back into her room, closing the curtains behind her.
“What an idiot” I said to myself.
Then I did what I do best. I did something impulsive. I grabbed the brandy bottle and went to her room. I was confident that I had knocked on the right door because it was the exact opposite to my room, the last door along the corridor. The door opened only slightly. “Hello” she said, as in “Hello. What do you want?”
“Hello, I’m the man from the balcony.” Wow! How stupid did that sound! “I just wondered if you would like to have a glass of brandy with me.” I half-heartedly lifted up the brandy bottle, as if to prove I wasn’t just making up an excuse to talk to her. She was gripping the front of her silk robe tightly closed over her breasts. There was an uncomfortable silence that seemed to last a very long time. I wished that I hadn’t come to her door. She obviously didn’t want me there. Shouting ‘hello’ over the balcony was one thing, turning up on her doorstep was another.
“I’m so sorry” I said. “I shouldn’t have come. It was very rude of me. I just wanted to talk to you. I’m sorry.”
I turned and started walking away. I felt terrible. I had walked nearly half-way along the corridor before she shouted in a raised whisper.
“Wait!”
I turned yet again and walked back to her.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I thought you might like a drink with me.”
“No. I am sorry. Please come in.” I noticed for the first time that she had a German accent. I was surprised. I had assumed that she was English.
“Are you German?” I asked for confirmation.
“Yes. I am.”
After the rather uncomfortable start we soon started to chat freely. We spoke about how we had watched each other and that feeling of a strange sort of friendship had been a mutual feeling. For some reason she thought I was Irish.
Her name was Barbara and she had been married for 15 years to some German bloke with a name that sounded like ‘Norpick’. I couldn’t quite catch it, but I didn’t want to keep asking her to keep repeating it.
She had worked for a holiday company for the last 20 years and every year she worked away from home during the summer, usually in Spain and on the Spanish Islands. She told me that tomorrow she was being collected from the hotel at 9.00 am and was going to stay at another hotel on the island of Majorca. She had already been in Ibiza for three weeks. She wished that I had arrived two weeks earlier. She thought that it would have been nice to see some of the island together and to go out for meals or drinks.
She talked a lot about ‘Norpick’ and how much they trusted each other. She said that she had never been unfaithful to him, and that she didn’t think that he had ever been unfaithful to her. They had always had a happy marriage, but had never thought about having any children. She said that she had seen me with my kids and thought that I was a good dad. She told me that she was questioning herself about the state of her marriage. It was obviously not so good because she was here in her room with me, and wearing not very much. She told me that she was going to tell Norpick that she had me in her room and that she had me there because she was attracted to me, and she was lonely. She made it clear that we weren’t going to have sex, and I think she was genuinely a bit upset that she had realized her marriage to Norpick wasn’t as good as she had thought. I thought that she probably hadn’t given it much thought before. We talked about a lot of things, but mostly about love, life and happiness and the pursuit thereof.
I was falling for her German accent and, up close, I thought how pretty she was. She had clear blue eyes and perfect teeth. I thought she was really sexy. She was very comfortable being nearly naked and whenever her silk robe fell open to reveal one of her boobs she didn’t panic or rush to put it away. She was obviously very comfortable with her body, and I was getting pretty comfortable with it too. The hours rolled by and we were still chatting. We ended up sitting on the settee. Well, I was sitting on it. Barbara was lying down with her legs across me and I was massaging her legs and feet as we spoke, and trying to think of a way of massaging her pussy without making it too obvious what I was doing. Now, when she moved and her robe fell open, I could see her pussy and again she was never in a hurry to cover up. But if I stroked up her leg and my hand got too close to it she would gently move my hand away.
So, even if we weren’t going to have sex I was allowed to look at her breasts and her pussy, and I was allowed to massage her legs. On top of this, the conversation was really quite interesting so I was very happy to meet Barbara. I had been dying to ask her something for the last four hours.
“Did you strip off especially for me to see you?” I asked.
“Yes, of course.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you and I thought that you were lonely like me. I thought that we shared some closeness…I don’t know why” she added after a little pause for thought.
“Will you tell your husband that as well?”
“Yes, of course. We have a lot to discuss I think. I always tell him everything.”
“I think you take your husband too seriously.”
At that Barbara just burst out laughing. It really tickled her, and she kept repeating it over, and then burst into another fit of laughter. I didn’t think that I had said anything funny, but obviously in Germany there must be a market for ‘taking your husband too seriously’ type jokes. When she calmed down from her giggling she leaned up towards me and kisse
d me. I kissed her back and it became a snog. It was about 4.30 am. The snog became a snogging session, and the time delay between me touching her breasts or pussy and her removing my hand became longer and longer. She sighed a lot as we kissed and her body wriggled to my touch.
Her loyalty to Norpick kept getting the better of her and she would remove my hand again.
“I shouldn’t be doing this” she would gasp as we continued kissing. At 5.30 am I decided it was time to leave. My erection had been throbbing away for an hour. I knew that we were not going to end up making love. I was tired and I knew that Barbara had to be up early to pack ready to leave. I already knew that I was going to miss her. I really liked her. She was a lovely person.
Barbara wanted me to stay longer but I told her that I really should go now. She walked me to the door and we kissed again in the doorway.
“Do you want to come to bed with me?” she asked.
“OK.” No surprise there then!
Women are funny creatures. I had been trying to get her into bed for the last five hours, and for five hours she was telling me that there was no way. Now I am about to leave, she is asking me to sleep with her. We went into the bedroom hand in hand. She took off her robe and lay on the bed and I undressed in front of her as she watched. We embraced and kissed. As I moved over her naked flesh I could tell that she was really turned on. She wriggled and gasped, and sighed and moaned. She kept saying how beautiful it was. I got the feeling that she hadn’t had sex for a long time.
We got into a 69 position and spent a long time eating and licking each other. She tasted good and I was enjoying her. Eventually I felt her body tensing and going into spasms. She was about to cum on my tongue. She suddenly pushed my head away and started rolling around on the bed. She held her knees together with her hands. Then she held her stomach, her neck was stretched back and she looked like she was having contractions.
