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  Now, she was back outside doing nothing but sunbathing. She’d even reached the point where she’d become too lazy to pick up her book and read.

  She wiggled around on the lounger. She was all by herself so she figured she could give topless sunbathing a try. She glanced around. Julie was lucky enough to have no neighbours overlooking the property so Maggie would be perfectly safe. She reached behind her back, unclasped the top, pulled it from her shoulders and hung it on the back of the lounger.

  Her breasts, while fuller than they once were and yes, they’d headed south a little too, were still in pretty good shape considering she’d had three kids and breastfed each for the first six months of their lives. Even her nipples still looked pretty perky for a middle-aged woman.

  She relaxed back on the lounger, enjoying the sun’s glow warming her breasts and heating her nipples. No wonder women liked to go topless. It felt almost liberating, a bit naughty and sensual too. Yes, she could get used to doing this every day of her life… She slowly drifted off to sleep.

  * * * *

  Jon threw his car keys down on the kitchen table. It was getting more humid and he was looking forward to taking Maggie to the beach. Just as he’d been heading home, he’d been paged to stitch up a patient who’d cut the sole of his foot on a broken bottle on the beach. So Jon had worn his scrubs home. Right now they were stuck to his skin like tape.

  After he’d taken a quick shower to cool down, he’d check to see if Maggie was ready to head out. He grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and walked to the window to look across the patio and check if she was outside. He saw her stretched out on one of the loungers. From where he stood it looked like she was asleep. Her paperback book had fallen by the chair, her…

  He swallowed. Her bikini top was hanging on the top of the lounger. Just the thought of seeing her half-naked made the blood collect in his groin. Jon took two swigs of beer and headed out to the pool. He needed to wake her to make sure she’d used sunscreen, to check on her before her breasts got sunburned… No, none of that was true. He just wanted to check out her breasts to see if they were as great as he’d imagined they were after he’d seen her nipples poking her T-shirt yesterday.

  He was three feet away…two…one…

  Right on top of her and she was still asleep. He should do the decent thing and wake her but he wanted to do some observing without her being aware he was close by.

  Shit, her breasts were fantastic. Bigger than any woman’s he’d slept with. And the nipples, rosy works of art. Although it was baking hot out here, they were erect and delightful. His cock twitched just looking at them. What he wouldn’t give to feel them, taste them, take one in his mouth and suck and suck and…

  He pulled the scrubs away from his rock hard cock.

  Awakening, Maggie sat up. “Jon, you’re home. What time is it?”

  “A little after three.”

  She reached for her bikini top but he grabbed her wrist.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “If you’re embarrassed about being topless, don’t be. Women do it all the time around here.”

  She left the top hanging on the lounger.

  “Just make sure you use lots of sunblock because you’re fair and your areolas are light too. That part of your breast can get sunburned really quickly, especially if you don’t usually expose them to the sun.”

  She was colouring and he guessed it wasn’t from the heat. Should he assure her he was talking to her as a doctor and not a young man who’d been standing there looking at her tits and getting a hard-on in the process?

  “Do you want to go to the beach? If you’re still tired that’s fine with me. We can go tomorrow.”

  “No, I’d like to get some exercise and maybe take a swim in the ocean. It’s usually too cold to do that back home.”

  “Okay, I’ll take a quick shower and I’ll meet you by the car in, say, twenty minutes.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  She stood and walked inside, her breasts bouncing. Maggie didn’t have a model’s figure but that bikini looked smoking hot on her. He zeroed in on her ass, the cheeks hanging slightly below the bikini bottom. He imagined giving it a playful slap.

  Jon pulled on the front of his pants and turned to head back to his apartment. Walking was a nightmare. Not only were his scrubs sticking to his groin, but his erection showed no signs of subsiding anytime soon. That’s what he got for looking at Maggie.

  He grabbed his beer as he headed to the shower and turned on the water. He stripped and stepped inside, letting the cold water hit his chest but it wasn’t doing any good. His cock was still in a state of arousal. He’d never been so hard for so long… Well, not without doing something about it.

  He adjusted the shower head and let it hit him in the face. Maggie should come with a warning sign, Hot older woman. And he was alone all week with her. While they’d been talking he’d slyly glanced down at her crotch. She’d been perspiring down there and her bikini bottom had clung to her skin. He hadn’t seen much but he’d hazard a guess the view between her legs was equally spectacular as above her waist. The material had turned transparent with her perspiration and he could even see a mass of pubic hair through it. Most of the girls he’d been with shaved to the point of nothing being left down south and he hated it. Trying to find a woman’s clit and pussy nestled in a mass of hair was a turn-on for him. Unlike lots of guys, Jon preferred a woman to be as natural as possible in the boobs and pussy region.

  He closed his eyes, not realising he’d been rubbing his cock while thinking of Maggie’s pussy. Shit, he hadn’t masturbated, hadn’t needed to, for ages because he’d always had a willing female to fuck.

  Jon masked his groan when he found release. If he didn’t get his cock inside Maggie—and soon—he’d go insane.

  * * * *

  That had been one of the most embarrassing moments of her entire life. Not just being caught topless, but by Jon of all people. What if he thought she’d done it on purpose? She’d seen his shadow beside her and had pretended to be asleep, hoping and praying he’d think she was tired and just walk away. But instead he’d stood there for what seemed like hours. Maggie had been tempted to throw her arms across her breasts and run but that would have seemed silly and immature. He was, after all, a doctor. He probably saw boobs on a daily basis.

  Maggie took off her bikini and tossed it on the bed before standing in front of the full-length mirror. “Light coloured areolas,” she said under her breath.

  Okay, he’d say that because he was an MD. He was just looking after her interest. She reached for the body lotion and slathered it across her breasts. Did he find her attractive?

  Stop it!

  That sort of thing could lead to trouble because she found him drop-dead gorgeous. She hadn’t failed to notice the huge bulge in his pants that had appeared to grow larger when he’d stood beside the lounger. If he found her as alluring as she did him it could only lead to trouble.

  Maggie found her second bikini, slipped it on, then threw on one of the sundresses she’d bought especially for the trip. She grabbed a towel, sunscreen and her hat, shoved them into a bag and headed outside to find Jon leaning on his car, head tilted back with his face up to the sun.

  He was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. His legs were tanned, long and covered with just the right amount of hair…in Maggie’s opinion. He turned to look at her. Yes, he wouldn’t need to coax her that much. Age differences aside, she’d gladly spread her legs for him.

  * * * *

  The beach was beautiful, and not too crowded because, as Jon had told her, the main tourist season was winding down. He’d found a vacant oversized straw umbrella and two loungers for them.

  “You’re so lucky living right near this beach. I mean, I live close by the ocean, and the beach isn’t more than thirty minutes away, but this is quite something.”

  “Yeah, I suppose I was lucky that my mom found Miguel and moved here.” Jon took off his
T-shirt, removed his shorts and stood in front of Maggie.

  Beads of perspiration were dotted on his chest and belly hair. A circle of cute curls surrounded his navel and more sexy hair travelled down and disappeared under his swimming trunks. Most men back home now wore those awful baggy shorts. Jon’s were tighter, shorter and sexier.

  She wished he’d gone for the loose look because her eyes could focus on one thing only and that was his crotch. Maggie slipped on her sunglasses, hoping they were dark enough so he wouldn’t suspect she was checking him out. She guessed he looked spectacular naked and was almost tempted to push her foot into his crotch to find out just how big his cock actually was.

  Two young girls walked by in skimpy bikinis, with neither their tops nor their bottoms completely covering them, but Jon didn’t look their way. Maybe he was too used to seeing young girls like that every day. Maybe her breasts had fascinated him because they were bigger and had seen some wear and tear. Perhaps he was gay… No, he hadn’t checked out any of the guys on the beach, either.

  She slipped off her sundress and set it on the back of the lounger.

  “You intending to soak up some sun before you go for a swim?” he asked.

  “I think so.”

  “Okay, I’m going in for a quick cool down and I’ll be right back.”

  He walked towards the ocean, and most women he passed turned to look at him. Jon had to know just how attractive the opposite sex found him. He hit the water, and was in no time swimming out into the incoming waves and almost out of sight.

  Time to get her back suntanned to match the front. She flipped over and unclasped her bikini top, letting it fall on either side of her body. She felt so good… Maybe she should extend her stay by another week.

  “Have you put sunblock on your back?” Jon now stood nearby, towelling his chest dry.

  “No, I forgot.”

  “Here let me.”

  Before she could say No, I can do it he was balancing his butt on the edge of her lounger and pouring lotion into his palm.

  She jumped when the liquid hit her back.

  “Sorry if that took you by surprise.”

  Had a moan escaped her lips as Jon made minute circles across her back?

  Maybe.

  Please don’t let him have heard it.

  His hands went lower, his fingers dipping underneath her bikini bottom, getting dangerously close to her crack.

  She should tell him to stop but she was enjoying it far too much. She closed her eyes and a familiar sensation blossomed between her legs. Her pussy was getting wet. It hadn’t done that in a long time. Nice to know her body still reacted to a man’s touch. Okay, her reaction might have something to do with Jon being a young man and a gorgeous one at that.

  His hands travelled up her back, over her shoulders and back down her sides until both his hands were grazing the sides of her breasts. Her pussy ached, pulsated. His fingers brushed underneath her breasts touching her nipples, which grew tight and hard. He must have felt them react.

  His breath was close to her ear. “You like that, Maggie?”

  She turned over, knowing her bikini top would slip away and when he saw her nipples he would get his answer. He reached out for the left one. She grabbed his hand when it was just mere inches from her nipple.

  “Jon, what are you doing?”

  “I’m about to put sunblock on your breasts. What did you think I was going to do out here in public?”

  She knew she was blushing, because her cheeks were burning yet again. Was it really that innocent? She couldn’t take any chances.

  Maggie threw the towel over her chest. “I don’t feel comfortable being topless in public.”

  “Whatever.” He rubbed the lotion on her stomach, inching his fingers down her belly, under her bikini bottom. She was getting hot and wet down there. Maggie glanced at Jon’s crotch. His erection was clearly visible through his damp swimwear. He was getting as excited by all this touching as she was.

  “Jon, I think you should stop this,” she said, shoving his wrist away.

  “You’re as turned on as I am, aren’t you, Maggie?”

  “Yes, but that’s not the point.”

  “We’re both consenting adults.”

  Maggie sat up, readjusting the towel. “I know we are, but you’re my best friend’s son and I’m old enough—”

  “Not to be my mother and what does my mom have anything to do with this?”

  “She’d be upset if she knew what was going on between us.”

  “So you admit there’s something happening here?”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “It’s none of her business what I do.”

  “I’d know, and I wouldn’t feel right about it. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going into the ocean to cool off.” Maggie swiftly secured her bikini top, stood and headed for the water.

  The water splashed up on her legs as the waves greeted her. It was cold, but not cold enough to cool her overheated libido. She looked back at the beach. Jon was watching her.

  Maybe she should move out of the house and find a hotel room until Julie’s return. She hadn’t planned on spending money on accommodation on this trip, but it was either that or fighting her urges for the next week. If she stayed at that house she’d have sex with Jon and no doubt regret it for the rest of her life.

  * * * *

  Jon had seen a couple of guys eyeing Maggie as she’d strolled by them on her way to the water. Her breasts had bounced and her ass had a sway to it. Shit, she was hot. He hadn’t expected her to be so adamant about the two of them not following through on their obvious physical attraction to one another. He’d have to work on her because, like it or not, they would be having sex very soon.

  He tugged on his swim trunks. They were cutting into him again, almost shutting off the blood to his dick and balls. Since Maggie’s arrival it was becoming an almost permanent problem for him. The only way he was going to get rid of this erection was to either fuck Maggie or jerk off, neither of which he could do on the beach.

  Jon moved his butt, hoping that would help ease the tension in his cock. It subsided for a bit but then Maggie headed his way, and he grew hard again. Water dripped from her hair and cascaded down her breasts. Her whole body glistened in the sun.

  “How was your swim?”

  She sat down, grabbed a towel and dabbed at her hair. “Fantastic.” She sat on the lounger and reached for her book.

  Jon turned on his side, hoping if he didn’t look at Maggie his cock would behave. He groaned with pain as it got wedged between his belly and the lounger. This was useless. He hurt and if it went on any longer he’d be in no shape to drive home.

  Maggie was having fun relaxing with her book. He hated ruining things for her but he had to get home and take a cold shower or masturbate yet again.

  “Hope you don’t think I’m spoiling your fun but I forgot that there’s a call I have to make about one of my patients and my notes are back home.”

  “I understand, really I do. Like I said, don’t put yourself out for me.”

  “We’ll come back again, maybe tomorrow if you like.”

  “Fine with me.”

  Maggie threw her sundress over her head, then tossed her towel, book and sun block into her bag. “To make it up to you, how about we go to one of the clubs I was telling you about, listen to some music, dance, have a few drinks?”

  “Sounds the perfect way to finish the day.”

  He walked behind her as best he could, the erection getting worse as he looked at the outline of her ass through the sundress.

  Tonight. He’d have her tonight. He had to or he’d end up in the ER with a permanent hard-on.

  Chapter Four

  Maggie had done her best to avoid Jon once they’d got home. She’d agreed to the club only because it was a public place and nothing could possibly happen between them on a crowded dance floor. Tomorrow she’d explore the area, see if any hotels had vacancies and move h
er stuff there until Julie was back in town.

  “Maggie, I’m just putting a pizza in the oven if you want some before we head out.”

  She had to admit she was starving, and headed downstairs.

  Jon was sliding a pizza into the oven in the wall. “Shouldn’t be long. Can I get you something to drink?”

  “That peach juice or whatever it was I had at lunchtime would be perfect.”

  Jon said the name of it in Spanish. He filled a glass with ice and then poured the sparkling, light orange liquid over it.

  “Mm, I’ll have to take some of this back home with me,” she said after taking a few sips.

  “It’s made locally here in Alcudia.”

  The phone rang just as he’d finished talking. While Jon took the call, Maggie wandered into the living room and looked at the photos on the wall. Many were of Jon as a young boy, then a teenager. In the next few he looked like he was in his early twenties. He was Julie’s world, that was for sure.

  Jon was talking in Spanish, every word perfect. He put down the phone and smiled. “That was one of Miguel’s nieces.”

  The timer pinged on the oven. Jon pulled out the pizza and sliced it. They sat opposite one another at the table in the kitchen and ate.

  “So what were you looking at while I was on the phone?”

  “The photos of you on the wall,” Maggie said.

  “I keep hoping Mom will take those down.”

  “All moms like displaying photos of their kids.”

  “Pity Mom didn’t have any more. She and Miguel tried for years and years but they found out Mom had blocked fallopian tubes. They were surprised she managed to get pregnant with me.”

  “Yeah, I remember how upset she was. She always wanted another baby with your dad and then your step-dad. But they’ve been happy even without children and of course, Miguel got a step-son.”