Summer Holiday/Spain Day 2 Hang by the pool show off

I looked up at the two girls and thought about what Bob had told me. “There’s no charge for looking,” I said and pulled my shorts up another few inches.

“Were you having a nice dream,” one of them said. Like most of the girls in the pool, they were only wearing the bottom half of their bikinis. The one who spoke was white with long blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail; she was slim and her tits were barely showing; maybe it was the cold water, but her little pink nipples were sticking out. Her friend was a lovely milk chocolate colour, with almost black hair, cut short and she was more developed; her tits were still barely a handful though but, unlike the blonde, she had a definite waist above the swell of her hips and the little scrap of material that barely covered her pussy.

“What were you dreaming about,” Black Hair asked.

“I was having sex on the beach with two girls,” I said.

“We guessed it was something like that,” Blondie said, nodding in the direction of my cock. They seemed in no hurry to go away and having a pair of pretty half-naked tweens looking down at me was doing nothing towards making my cock subside. “Do you think you could manage two at once then,” she said.

I sat up, making myself respectable again. “Is that a challenge?”

They looked at each other and giggled. “Maybe,” Black Hair said. I introduced myself and discovered that Blondie was Marie and Black Hair was Maureen. “M and M’s,” Maureen said.

“I can never make my mind up which is better,” I said; “Dark or milk chocolate.”

They looked at each other and grinned. “You’d be surprised to know that you’re not the first person to say that,” Marie said.

“Have you got a nice room with a view of the sea,” Maureen asked. I said that I had and they told me that they were in some kind of a broom cupboard at the back with a view of a factory and before long they were standing in front of my window looking at the view, while I sat on the bed looking at and even better one.

“What about your parents,” I asked.

Marie explained that their parents were friends and went on holiday together every year. “They were drinking at lunchtime and went back to their rooms for a lie down.” They both giggled which suggested to me that they weren’t going for a sleep. “Anyway, we should have at least an hour before they start wondering what we getting up to.”

“And who with,” Maureen giggled.