The Mediterranean Guesthouse - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Mediterranean Guesthouse - Chapter 1

... and then head for some trails. It would be nice to have both a roadbike and a MTB. At midday it is getting very hot, and I am sweating a lot. Already a few hours riding, I call it a day and head towards the guesthouse around 1pm. After getting back and a nice cool shower, I eat a late lunch (tuna salad again) and then I hit the bed naked. I Read for a while and then feel sl**py in the afternoon heat, and decide to take a nap. I wake up around half past four, and decide to head to the beach to check out what I have been missing. It is a short drive to the beach and thankfully the tourist season is almost over, so there is plenty of space to park not far from the beaches. Sun is still pretty high as I walk by the sea. There is still a lot of tourists in the sun. Some nice looking beach babes also, with small tight bikinis! I don't feel like taking a sunlounger and just walk the beach up and down once and on my way back to the car, visit a grocery store to buy some sangria and some more foodstuffs for tomorrow. I am not really the partygoing or restaurant type of guy, mostly I like to eat stuff I prepare myself. As I reach the car the sun is setting. I drive back again anticipating a nice evening in the warm darkness in the terrace, sipping some sangria. As I arrive, I see Julien and Christine's car parked in front. I go up and put my groceries to the fridge and go to my room. The sun is just setting and it is getting dusk. I take a quick shower, put on a clean white short ...

... sleeved shirt and shorts, grab a glass of sangria and open the terrace doors. I set myself on the lounger facing the sunset and just enjoy myself. Perfect. Some time later I hear the terrace door from the next room open, and I look over, and say hi to Julien and Christine. They sit down on their side of the terrace. They have opened a bottle of red wine. I can hear them chat in french with subdued voices. I glance over and see Christine looking at me. I smile to her and she drops her gaze and blushes, and then says something to Julien. Julien looks over to me. 'Archie, would you like join us over here?' I hear him say. 'Sure I would be glad to.' I get up and walk over to their side of the terrace. Julien is sitting in the lounger, and Christine is on the sofa. I sit on the other end of the sofa. 'How was your day?' I ask. 'Oh it was excellent,' Julien answers, 'we actually decided to rent a car and drove all the way to Cape Greco and walked on the seafront. Great scenery!' We chat some more and I tell them about my day. As we talk, I get a chance to look at the wonderfully beautiful Christine sitting so close to me. She is wearing a long white thin dress which isn't quite see-through thin. The dress leaves her shoulders bare. I think she is not wearing a bra. She has her hair open and it is falling straight to her shoulders. Julien also has on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Like me, he is also fit and slim with tanned arms and legs. After some time, suddenly Julien says '..you ...