Coming up to the couple a little out to sea, I dived and swam up close to them fully submerged. I did in fact look at fish but only with half an interest. Initially swimming away from them, I donned the mask and snorkel and then made my way back towards them, but a little out to sea, appearing, ostensibly, to be looking at the fish. Perhaps a topic for a university dissertation - these days any daft subject seems worthy of study.Īfter watching them for a little time I pulled my mask and snorkel out of my rucksack and went to have a closer inspection. I suspect there is a thrill in fucking in front of a whole beach of people with the activity hidden by the water but it may just be the sun which sets off the urge, causes the sap to rise - so to speak. Now cuddling and kissing on the beach is a normal activity but often enough if you see a couple embracing for very long in the water you can be pretty sure they are engaged in intercourse.
I could see the girl's legs go up and lock around his hips. After a brief conversation they headed off into the water and waded out a little way until the water was up to a little below the girl's bikini top and then they embraced. I am not saying he was erect but he was heading in that direction. The front of his shorts was a little more tented than is normal. He was finishing applying sun tan oil to the girl's back and was clearly, and understandably, enjoying the process. He, also dark, with a mass of hair on his chest, was wearing gaudy swimming shorts with pictures of lobsters forming a pattern.
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The girl dark haired and with bronzed skin in an orange bikini. Mostly the beach around me was occupied by families with children running about but just to the front of me was a young couple. Returning, refreshed and cooler, to the shore I sat on my towel, drying in the sun and looked about me. Well perhaps not just some sex, and indeed there would be no "perhaps" about it at all as you will see. Many good meals in the excellent restaurants and perhaps some sex. A whole fortnight! Plenty of swimming and walking. I lay on my back, floated, and mused about what I wished to achieve, or rather do, with my fortnight on the island. Soon I was swimming in lazy strokes out into the sea and along parallel with the shore. Barefoot I crossed at speed the sun heated pebbles and paddled out into the warm Mediterranean water. Putting down my rucksack I extracted my towel and swimming costume and changed. I found I was taking more notice of the sea than the pretty girls and decided, well the heat decided for me, that it was time for a swim. I strolled along the beach admiring the colour of the sand, fondly remembered from previous years, the brightness of the blue sky, the gentle and very inviting blue of the sea and enjoyed the glowing heat of the day, so very different from the cold drizzle of London left only hours before as I had travelled out on the long Piccadilly Line to the airport a cheaper route than the Express from Paddington. I would find a place or places to stay in my own way. I did not have any luggage to speak of, I travel light, and further did not have any accommodation, either hotel or villa, booked. Once through the business of Passport Control and Customs it was easy, and cheap, to catch the local bus out to a beach I particularly liked a beach recalled with great fondness from my previous visits. I was at last back on the island of - in the Mediterranean. I have never been the best of travellers and I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw through the window the ground arriving reasonably slowly and felt the wheels touching the runway a sigh not just for the safe arrival but also, after months of looking forward, almost wishing the days away, my summer holiday had arrived. The sun baked grass of the airport was coming up to meet us as the Boeing drifted down onto the concrete runway.
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