He first saw her when walking from his chaise lounge toward the pool. His wife declined to come swim, wanting to relax and soak up the Hawaiian sun. Autumn was advancing back home, and the beauty and warmth of this tropical location were intoxicating. Michael’s company had brought them here on business, and having traveled all that distance they weren’t about to let the opportunity to extend the trip pass them by. Amy had been his “plus one” for the business portion of the trip, having recently decided to give up the working world herself. They didn’t need the income, having built a comfortable nest egg and able to live a nice lifestyle on Michael’s current compensation.They had been married for thirty years, empty nesters for three now. Both led active lives and were athletic – skiing in winter, tennis and running in the warmer weather months, and gym rats all year round. Lately Amy had convinced Michael to try yoga. Their bodies belied their late fifties ages as their lifestyle had them both looking youthful and fit. Their sex life was still robust, but like most couples their age, time and familiarity had taken a bit of a toll, and likely neither would have said it was highly exciting. For his part, Michael had become a voracious connoisseur of pornography in his private moments, and masturbation had overtaken copulation as his most frequent sexual activity. Although he had been tempted from time to time, he had remained faithful, unless “lusting in one’s heart” was an act of infidelity.Still, here at the resort, he had been treated to a dizzying display of attractive flesh, in various stages of skimpy attire. Many were young couples, some no doubt newlyweds, some attractive MILFs like Amy, and some nubiles in their teens and early twenties. Michael wandered the pool area in a constant state of arousal by day, and back in the room he fucked Amy with a ferocity that was lacking back home. They had chosen a seating area overlooking the ocean rather than the pool, and so Michael had to navigate his way through and around lots of people on his way to gaziosmanpaşa escort take his dip. As he rounded a corner and descended several steps, a vision in a skimpy white bikini, lying on her back, stretched out in a semi-private area directly ahead of him.“Holy shit,” he thought. “She is adorable, and so sexy.” By the look of it, she couldn’t have been out of her teens. Her long tresses, bleached by the sun, cascaded over her shoulders. Her top barely concealed her breasts, which he estimated to be 34B. His eyes swept down her flat belly toward her bottom, which also scarcely covered her and gave ample hints of the treasure that lay beneath. And that face. Angelic, almost. And yet complex. Girl next door. Someone’s daughter. Wicked nymph?Michael realized he had stopped walking. He stood transfixed, a stirring in his nether region. And then she sat up. It was only then that he could see just how perfect she was. Runway-model waif thin, but not emaciated. Her back was incredibly long, and curved down to what appeared to be the tightest ass on the planet, her thong allowing a clear view of the round, firm cheeks.She stood, turned toward him, and caught his eye. Or, that is, caught him staring. Startled and embarrassed, he quickly looked away and hurried off in the direction of the pool. Diving in, he swam beneath the water and felt it wash over him. He realized his heart was pounding. He surfaced and swam to the wall where he rested and tried to shake it off.Michael remained in the pool, his body relaxed and his emotional equilibrium slowly returning. He swam lazily around. As he turned he almost bumped into her. The self-same young woman. Startled again, he stammered an apology. She responded with a slight giggle, telling him it was nothing. He swam away toward the wall. She followed.Michael rested with his back to the wall and his arms draped over the edge of the pool. She swam up, stood before him, and flashed a smile. His heart resumed its pounding.Without gölbaşı escort another word, she walked past him toward the pool steps and rose out of the water. What little there was of her suit clung tightly to her, and he turned to watch as she slowly walked away. Just before she turned the corner and out of sight, he thought he caught her glancing back over her shoulder toward him.Later that afternoon, when they returned to their room, he attacked Amy, bending her over the bed and ramming into her, eventually depositing a fresh load inside his wife. She kissed him passionately. “That was nice,” she cooed. “What got you so turned on?”Michael lied and said “you, babe. You look so good in that bathing suit and your new tan. I couldn’t wait to get you back up here.”But the truth was that the entire time he was fucking Amy, he was thinking about the girl from the pool. Imagining it was her ass, her tight teen pussy accepting his cock. His orgasm was blinding in its intensity.Michael showered before dinner and found himself getting hard again. As he soaped his groin, he closed a lathered fist around his cock and began to pump gently, his eyes closed, a picture of her in his imagination. His rock became rigid and his pumping increased in intensity. He could feel another load of cum boiling up from his balls, and he shot a violent series of spurts across the shower, where they hit the wall and dribbled slowly down the tiles. The volume and intensity frightened him a bit, not to mention the quickness with which he had recovered. He was breathing heavily and his mind was spinning.She was in his head now.The next morning, Michael and Amy headed to the beach for yoga. As they stretched their mats out on the firm sand, Michael glanced to his right and his heart skipped a beat. In the row in front of him to his right, the girl was rolling her mat out. Her yoga tights clung to her firm ass and toned thighs. She wore a cropped top that exposed her bare midriff. Amy was to his left. As the class keçiören escort proceeded, Michael was tempted to steal glances whenever he could. The distraction was maddening. He could barely focus on the instructor’s direction and sleepwalked through the session. Every glance he made in the girl’s direction was mesmerizing, and his imagination began to race.The class ended, and he realized that he needed to stop stealing glances in her direction, lest Amy notice. Fortunately, as he gathered his things, he saw Amy chatting up the man to her left. He was relieved that his distraction had gone unnoticed. Over breakfast on the patio, they compared plans for the day. Amy reminded him that she had booked a spa appointment for late morning, followed by a nutrition class over a late lunch. She apologized that she would be gone for three hours and hoped he wouldn’t mind. Michael assured her that he was fine with her plans, allowing that he was happy that she was able to spend some time indulging herself. After all, that’s what vacations are for, he reminded her. She gave him a kiss as she rose to go to the room and dress for her spa day.Michael decided to head to the pool and stake out a good seat early. He walked around the perimeter of the complex, where the best seats were located, and was disappointed to find that the area was already very crowded. He continued to wander around when he heard a voice.:”Looking for a good seat?”He turned and found himself face to face with her.“Yes, and not having much luck,” he replied awkwardly.“Follow me, there was a chaise in the section where I am that might still be available,” she offered.Michael followed her toward the same area where he had seen her the day before. It appeared to be semi-private. There was indeed an empty spot.“Oh, perfect, it’s still there. And it’s right next to mine,” she said.Michael laid his towel, sunscreen, phone and book out. The furniture in this section was less densely packed, and it seemed quieter. Plus, there were no screaming kids.“Isn’t this some kind of exclusive area that you need to sign up for,” Michael asked.“It is. In fact, the chaise you’re sitting on is my dad’s. That’s how I knew it would be available. He’s off playing golf. My mom’s at the spa for the day. We’re hardly ever all three here at the same time, so we only reserved two seats, for the week. It’s really nice not to worry about where you’re going to sit.”