Returning back to work after taking a break can sometimes be a nightmare, but it was the contrary. The people on my team I left in charge of things did their upmost to keep things running smoothly. I cannot praise them enough. Whilst I was away TRT took my phones and hid them from me so that there would be no disturbances. However, that did not help because I had no communication whatsoever with home, especially Mum or Dad and even my sister. I did begin to chill after my birthday.
I took a day out alone across the island in an hired car to a small beach town called Cala Llonga to meet up with friends, and to borrow a phone to call the office. Getting one over my gorgeous husband who also thought he was a genius.
When I arrived and met my friends in the bar which was part of a topless beach compound I did the obvious, join in and removed my bikini top, leaving me with just a flowered dress because I usually go commando over there if I am wearing a dress below my knees. My friends were drinking and I had to be happy just socialising with orange juice because I was driving.
I managed to phone the one I left in charge and that gave me some relief that everything was fine. Then nature called and I had to leave my friends for a pee. When I returned there was this absolutely gorgeous young man in my seat. He was an Italian, and he had these awesome piercing blue eyes which he never took off me the whole time he was in our company. He pulled up a stool and gave me back my chair. There was no introduction by my friends. He ordered me a drink which I had to refuse but thanked him for it. There was a language barrier, but we could sense each other mainly through body language. He made me quite wet because he oozed sexiness and I was feeling sticky when I moved and I required another time out to freshen up any wet spots I might have leaked.
When I returned he was still at the table, pulling out my chair for me to return to, and when I looked at his grey shorts I could see that he was rock hard, and he would touch himself now and then whilst listening in on the part English and Spanish conversations. Then he braved things and stood up, not only to his feet to wish everyone farewell, but his man hood stood hard too in those shorts which hid nothing. He blew me a kiss and went on his way. “Who was your friend?” I was asked to my surprise. It was confusing to explain, but I did not even know him.
I likened the incident, like catching a beautiful unknown butterfly and gently letting it go. Had I been ten years younger I would have followed him I am sure
Awesome story. I would have waited until "Hell froze over" then followed you to the end of time.
Have a nice day
