Between the palm trees and the sand. Ch1 - Sex Stories

Between the palm trees and the sand. Ch1

link with pictures and video of Libby: http://gotlinks.co/5gFF Libby saw her twice in the first week of her holiday in the Maldives with her husband. She’d seen her when sitting at dinner on the first evening, sitting on an adjacent table, eating and reading. Libby had arrived the previous evening with her husband Nathan. They were both weary with jet lag, and a missing suitcase meant Libby’s wardrobe options were limited to a handful of bikinis, but she had still noticed the woman’s manner and her blond hair, tied up in a relaxed but attractive way. The following afternoon, reunited with the contents of her suitcase and relaxed after a morning on the white beach of the resort, Libby had seen her again. She was in the resort shop in a bikini and sarong, trying on sun hats in the full length mirror and pulling an amusing number of quirky faces and gyrating her body with each one. Libby had watched her for a couple of minutes, warmed by the woman’s uninhibited display. From behind, Libby heard Nathan call her name, telling her he had finished booking a boat trip at the hotel reception. In that instant the woman, via her mirror reflection, caught Libby watching her. She paused and smiled, then turned her head to look at Libby. She was wearing a large burnt orange fedora style cloth sun hat. There was another brief pause, and then the woman smiled and pulled another funny face but this time at Libby and solely for her benefit. She quickly turned and headed through the shop, her ...

... purchase decision made. Libby blinked for what felt like the first time in 5 minutes, and then turned to greet Nathan as he walked towards her. They returned to their hotel room where they made love as the sun dipped into the ocean, the breeze moving lazily in through the shutters on the terrace into their room and across the bed. Two hours later in the restaurant, Libby eye caught a flash of burnt orange moving from the restaurant to the beach side bar. Their meal finished, Libby and Nathan also made their way down the wood slatted path half buried in the sand and into the soft light of the bar. The moonlight reflected off the ocean gave the bar an ethereal mood. The woman was sat at the bar, chatting to the bartender and running her fingers up and down the moisture on the outside of her long cocktail glass. She giggled easily within the conversation, every time she did so moving her hand to the side of her head and twirling the strands of hair that protruded from under her hat. Libby sat at a table on the terrace overlooking the beach while Nathan went to the bar and got drinks. As she watched, Nathan spoke to the woman. They talked briefly, both laughed and then Nathan made his way back to the table. “What did you say to that woman?” Libby asked. Nathan turned his head and looked back at the bar where the woman was sat, now in conversation with another hotel guest, a man in his 20s. “I asked her if her cocktail was nice. She said it was strong and delicious and getting her ...