Algarve surprise. - Sex Stories

Algarve surprise.

... After the tour Neil and I settled onto a bench with our beers in the shade of a Mimosa tree. The house faced south down the valley and was built on a slope. Immediately in front of the house was a stone terrace partly covered by a terracotta tiled roof, with the remainder shaded by various plants and trees. At the front of the veranda was a stone wall about 4 feet high which protected a 6 foot drop down onto the next terrace where the pool was located. Whilst we caught up on our news, Jaq emerged from the house in a bikini that didn't leave a great deal to the imagination. I guess it was new as I could see lines in her otherwise perfect tan. "bl**dy hell Jaq!" said Neil, "does your mother know you've got that?" "She told me I could buy myself a new swim suit" she pouted. "Has she actually seen it?" asked Neil. "Not exactly. She's seen it in the box". "Oh Christ, I can see a row coming on" muttered Neil as he took another swig from his beer bottle. The row between Jaq and her mother erupted the next morning, with Barbara saying she looked like slut and Jaq calling her mother a prude. Neil avoided it all by staying in bed. I admired Jaq's tactics. She told her mother that she wanted to get an all-over tan. Barbara drew the line at that, but conceded that she could wear the bikini at the house but not to the beach. When Jaq walked away I noticed she had a little smile. Not stupid that girl. Over the next four or five days things settled into a sort of routine. I rose at my ...

... usual time of about 6am to do work around the farm while it was cool-ish, with the others emerging around 10am. They would usually go off in the car sight seeing or shopping and return late afternoon when we would have a BBQ and watch the sunset with a few beers and local wine. Jaq kept nagging her mother about an all-over tan but Barbara wouldn't budge. One evening, Barbara and Neil had gone for a walk down to the river which left Jaq and I alone on the terrace for a while. I said to her "You know that by 6.30am the sun is up and it's quite warm don't you?" "What do you mean?" she asked. "Well, your mother doesn't get up until around 10, the pool is down on the lower terrace and can't be seen from the house. That gives you about 3 hours of tanning time. If you hear me whistle, it means she's got up early." She grinned impishly and gave me a peck on the cheek "thanks Greg, I owe you one". So that's how we carried on. She would skip through the kitchen at 6.30am, grab a coffee, blow me a kiss and disappear down to the pool. I was very well behaved and resisted having a peek. The days went by until the Friday of the third week - the day before they were due to fly home. It was late afternoon and Neil and Barbara were sunning themselves on loungers down by the pool. I was stood on the upper terrace, leaning on the wall chatting to Neil below. Jaq was sitting at a table behind me busy on her iPad. I guess her friends back home were now awake and she was chatting to them. I heard her ...