I feel. Tying it higher than my bikini bottoms in a failing attempt to cover my tummy, still bloated from lunch, I head back out to the poolside.
To my surprise there are very few people about now, maybe they are still at lunch, or perhaps having a siesta. I understand why, my head feels heavy with sleep, but I want to make the most of the glorious weather; so I figure I can just sleep on a lounger. Picking up a cocktail from the bar on the way past, I go for a tequila sunrise, I remember these from my student days and it seemed the safest option as I didn’t recognise any of the others on the list. Then I saunter over to the poolside, I get to take my pick of the prime location loungers, spreading my towel out over the best one, it’s sporting a plastic side table and an umbrella should I want to get some shade later.
I take a few swift mouthfuls of the two tone beverage, its refreshing right up until the kick of alcohol that follows. Then settling down on my front, I let myself drift off; snippets of images infiltrate my slumber, mostly of Jake, dark areas, a general feeling of dread and anger and trying to run but not being able to. The usual stuff nightmares are made of. I wake with a start an hour later, glad to find myself surrounded by the beauty of the sea and blue skies, which quickly washes away any lingering memories of the dreams I had.
Sitting up on my knees and knocking back the rest of my cocktail I wave a hand at the barman signalling for another, then wipe the sweat from my brow and turn to lie on my back for a while.
The sun is blazingly hot, every inch of my body feels like its sizzling, the tinkling of ice on glass tells me my second cocktail has arrived, this holiday is just what I needed, I couldn’t be more relaxed right now. I can feel the heat slowly relaxing me into a semiconscious state when I’m become vaguely aware of a shadow over my eyes, a cloud maybe?
"Excuse me senorita" a low husky voice penetrates my day dreams, I cautiously open my eyes, letting them re-adjust to the light.
He's tall, but still unfocused; blinking my eyes back to life he slowly takes shape. His tanned skin, his toned body, his wet tousled black hair hanging in curls to just above his shoulders, the water from them dripping down his chest glittering against the bright sun.
He's wearing the smallest pair of Speedo’s I’ve ever seen they are straining to contain his manhood. I quickly look back up to his fine chiseled face, blushing profusely when I realise his dark eyes have been watching me clearly while I have been checking him out.
"Err...yes?" is all I can manage.
"Is this taken" he purrs motioning towards the sun lounger next to me.
"Um...no, I err... I don't think so" I sound like I blithering idiot, the slowly reducing blush returns full force as he shoots me a dazzling smile. God this man is hot.
With perfect elegance he drapes himself down onto the lounger, stealing a sideways glance I can see that his whole body is wet and glistening under the sun, what I wouldn't give to run my fingers over it. Peeking up at his face our eyes meet, oh no he has seen me biting my lip and ogling over him like a horny teenager.
Quickly averting my eyes before I embarrass myself anymore, I can do nothing but return to my sunbathing. My mouth is dry but I can’t bring myself to move let alone sit up and sip my cocktail which is tantalisingly close. At least when I’m lying down it creates an illusion of a passable body, if I stretch out and breathe in and have my arms reaching above my head....
I stay like this for what seems like a lifetime, feigning relaxation, but in reality I’m so stiff and uncomfortable, with my eyes shut my other senses are in overdrive, I can actually hear his deep rhythmic breathing. It’s probably all in my head but I swear I can feel his eyes burning into me. Don’t be stupid I scold myself; it’s more likely the sun burning you.
This is ridiculous, I’m an adult, I’ve come away on holiday on my own to get away from it all and relax and right now