Algarve surprise. - Sex Stories

Algarve surprise.

A voice suddenly woke me from my snooze on the veranda where I had been reading my book. "Well b*****r, it looks like you're nice and relaxed". "Jeez", I said "I didn't hear you pull up!" I stood and shook my b*****r Neil by the hand (we never were much of a f****y for hugging). "Good trip?" "Yeah, not too bad. The girls are pretty whacked but a shower and a couple of beers should revive me" he laughed. Neil, his new American wife Barbara and her daughter Jaq had flown over from Denver to spend three weeks with me in my farmhouse in the Algarve area of Portugal. I'd quit the UK rat race with my wife 3 years ago and moved here where I could carry on my work as a book indexer via the internet. Although the farm was only about 40 minutes from the beaches and nightlife, my wife decided that shopping and a social life was more important to her than a life with me. So she is now my ex-wife. The farm is set in a valley with g**** vines growing up the hill on one side and a woodland of eucalyptus and cork oak on the other side. The house is at the northern end of the valley with about 40 acres of citrus orchard running southwards from the house to the river. The farm had been owned by a retired English couple who had worked hard to restore the house and were about to start work on the land when they were f***ed to return to the UK to help their daughter look after their grandson who was disabled. I had met them by chance at a friends BBQ in Surrey, where one thing led to another and ...

... we ended up buying the place. I had restored the orchard, thinned the woodland and aimed to start on the vines in the autumn. But now it was August and too bl**dy hot to work on a hillside in the full sun. I walked around the house to help with the bags. I had only met Barbara and Jaq (short for Jacqueline) once before - at the wedding in Denver two years ago. Barbara was as I remembered her - pleasant enough, but a bit dull and somewhat old-fashioned. Neil thought the world of her so that was good enough for me. Jaq on the other hand was a revelation. At the wedding she had looked like a 15 year old trying to look 25. Far too much makeup and a lousy dress choice. Now she was a fresh faced, perky 17 year old, with a stunning body and flowing brown hair. The glasses had gone in favour of contact lenses which seemed to highlight the green in her piercing eyes. They had flown on the overnight from Denver, then a terminal transfer at Heathrow followed by another flight into Faro where Neil had picked up the hire car. It was now late afternoon, so I suggested that I just give them a quick tour, then they can choose what they want to do - shower, sl**p, food, whatever. Barbara wanted a shower then sl**p, Neil wanted a beer then a shower and Jaq just wanted to jump in the pool. The farmhouse has two bedrooms plus there is another bedroom/lounge with bathroom in a converted barn next to the house, which I grandly call The Guest House. Jaq quickly decided that the barn would be hers. ...