Where the Climate's Sultry Pt. 05

11

The effect of one pair climaxing on the bed was to make the pair on the sofa rather self-conscious. Julia got up from her recumbent position and put her upper garments back in order. Briony removed her hand from under her skirt and took a more conventional seat on the sofa than the one she'd been assuming for the past twenty minutes or so. It was she who spoke first.

'Anyone up for a massage followed by dinner, after which we can hit the town?'

The other girls endorsed her suggestion heartily, while Hunter was quite keen on the second suggestion but not so enamoured of the others. Rather than being a spoilsport, though, he agreed to go clubbing with them later so long as he could miss the massage and go for a swim instead. It was agreed that they'd meet for dinner in the hotel at 7.30pm and take it from there.

After waving the girls off as they headed for the spa, Hunter found the sunbed he'd used that morning vacant and after putting his things down there prepared to dive in the pool, which was empty apart from a young man and woman at the far end who were splashing each other and giggling and generally acting like the honeymooners they were. As he was arrowing through the air, he caught out of the side of his eye the frumpier of the two women from this morning entering the pool area from the side of the hotel complex where the villas were situated.

This resulted in him performing a bellyflop which injured his pride more than his physical person. Desperate to recover the situation quickly, he ploughed a furrow down the 20 metres or so of the pool before attempting a flip turn. This was probably a mistake for two reasons: first, he hadn't done one for at least ten years and second the wall of the pool was curved and didn't reward such fancy manoeuvres. The upshot was that to the sore belly was added a mouthful of water. Hunter decided to cut his losses and make the best of a bad job by gliding underwater towards the side of the pool where the woman (all unknown to him) had been watching his performance.

This was a brave decision but perhaps not the wisest, as once he had surfaced he was subject to a coughing fit. The woman (no more than ten feet away) stepped to the edge of the pool to see if he needed help and stood there in her long caftan until he had got over the worst of the attack.

'Are you okay?' she asked in an American accent.

Looking up, Hunter was struck by how much younger she looked close up, not to mention prettier. She was probably around 40 years old. 'Another one almost young enough to be my daughter!' he thought.

'Yes, fine,' he replied as suavely as he could in the circumstances. 'I think I'm getting too old for this type of malarkey.'

'I was rather impressed by your freestyle,' she said.

'Yes, the middle bit was fine. It was just the start and the finish I was having a bit of trouble with.'

She got down on her haunches and offered her hand to him.

'Hi! My name's Chloe.'

'Very nice to make your acquaintance, Chloe. I'm Hunter.'

'I don't see your nieces - we were supposing they were you nieces - with you this afternoon. Have they gone on a trip?'

'Ah, yes, I understand what you mean, I think. But they're not actually my nieces. They're friends of my daughter. She was meant to make the trip with them (she'd been looking forward to it for months, in fact) but at the last minute she found she couldn't travel. Some problem with her passport.'

'You all seem very close,' Chloe continued, with a glint in her eye.

'Well, I've seen them grow up, so I suppose you're right, I am like an uncle to them in a way.'

'It must make you feel younger, being around such young girls,' Chloe mused, as if to herself, looking away into the distance.

Hunter thought for a moment before answering. The truth was that being with Julia and Tina had aged him beyond his years - at least that's how he felt at this moment. He contented himself with what he thought was a non-commital reply.

'They like to keep on the go, for sure,' he said, but this only made Chloe smile in an even more conspiratorial way.

'Why tonight, for example,' he hastily added, 'they want to drag me out clubbing with them!'

He looked at her and winked, as if attempting to draw her into his circle of trust.

'If it's such a drag to you, why don't you invite me along? You might prefer a slower pace,' Chloe said, still squatting by the poolside.

'Well, only if that's okay with your, er, friend. I wouldn't want to go treading on any toes.'

Chloe could see Hunter blushing as he said this. It was really rather endearing, she thought.

'Oh, you mean Tiffany? She's island-hopping on a sailing boat.'

'Ah,' muttered a flustered Hunter. 'So, you're not - I mean, you'll be free to join us this evening at the club? That would be great, yes, really great.'

He started to get out of the pool, as Chloe stood up and stepped back towards the lounger she'd been using that morning.

'Look, I'll just dry off a bit and then we can exchange phone numbers - if that suits you, of course.'

Then, realising the purpose of her trip to the pool was presumably to swim, he added, 'But of course you'll probably want to have a dip first. I can wait for you. Absolutely no problem.'

'Actually, I only came over to retrieve a bottle of sunscreen,' she said, bending down to pick it up from the place where it was nestling in the grass under her sunbed.

She walked with Hunter over to the area where she had seen him getting close and personal with the blonde bimbo that morning and they exchanged numbers.

'Let me know the name of the club when you know it and what time you are thinking of getting there, and I'll find my way there later.'

'Sure,' said Hunter. 'And I'll message you when we get there.'

'Okay,' Chloe replied without too much overt enthusiasm. 'See you later then.'

'Wow!' thought Hunter, as he watched her walk away. 'That went rather well, given the circumstances. I wouldn't say she's frumpy at all. And it will be nice to spend some time with a more mature, less demanding woman.'

12

When Hunter told the girls over dinner about the invitation he'd extended to Chloe, he received something of a mixed reaction. Briony was supportive of the move, as she felt that any disappointment he felt in the aftermath of whatever happened (or didn't happen) would make him even more susceptible to her not inconsiderable charms. Julia was initially pleased to learn that the prettier American was off on a yacht, but there was something in the way Hunter spoke about this Chloe that gave her pause for thought. She had to remember that Hunter was basically an old man (several years older than her own dad, who was well past it in many ways - always forgetting things and wearing embarrassingly bad clothes) and this woman might actually in spite of all appearances to the contrary have something about her that appealed to the old man in him.

Tina, who had been expecting to have Hunter all to herself that night when they came back from the town, was the least happy about the whole situation. She felt she still had unfinished business with Hayley's dad: she was determined to come to grips with his giant schlong in the oral arena and she had felt so turned on when he made as if to enter her asshole that she had made a mental note to buy some lube when in town this evening. Now this woman - this frump - had managed to get her hooks into Hunter, and to make things worse, it appeared that she mightn't be a lesbo after all.

Complicating things even more was the make-out session that Julia and Briony had shared that afternoon. Briony, who had some experience with girls, had really got the hots for Julia now and it would be so much easier if Hunter and Tina hooked up again tonight, as she and Julia would be sharing that double bed and Briony was confident in her ability to break down any inhibitions the conservative Greek girl might have while taking their relationship to a new level.

After they'd done their bits and pieces of shopping in town, they decided to try a club called Ariadne, which Julia had heard good things about. Hunter messaged Chloe, who said she was already in town and would join them in 20 minutes. The club was small but not ear-splittingly loud, which had been Hunter's main concern. The resident DJ preferred the more melodic tones of hip-hop and R&B to the throbbing beat of house and electronic dance music. The neon-lit cavern style place had an offbeat, quirky feel to it and, although conversation would not be easy, the place wasn't packed to the rafters, so you didn't feel like you were part of a herd. The girls ordered cocktails - still at happy-hour prices - while Hunter said he'd wait until Chloe arrived.

Briony was wearing a bare-back cream crochet mini dress with a tasselled halterneck tie closure, together with minimalist Ancient Greek-style platinum sandals with a wedge heel, two fixed straps and a toe loop. Julia had gone for the caftan look, a choice she regretted when she saw that Chloe had opted for the same style. She was worried that she would be grouped in the eyes of Hunter or any other man who might be interested in her not with the young clubbing set but with the middle-aged set, since not only Chloe but two other older women had gone for the same look. Tina, of course, had gone for the Essex look: tonight, a glossy off-white bustier with a built-in corset, a flounced skirt and thin straps that crossed at the back. The look was completed by a pair of very expensive looking matching silk satin heels with wraparound self-tie ankle straps.

When Chloe arrived, Hunter introduced her to the girls, who made small talk with her for just as long as was dictated by convention and then moved together as a threesome onto the dance floor, attracting glances of approval (some surreptitious, others less so). Hunter got a Moscow mule for Chloe and a premium tequila for himself and they managed to find a small table near the rear exit, where they were able to carry on a reasonably serviceable conversation. Every now and then, strobe lighting would flicker across the dancers making them look as if they were doing The Robot. Where Hunter and Chloe were sitting the neon lighting was none too harsh and the environment suited the more mature couple well.

Hunter learned that Chloe lived in Maine in the same small seaside town as Tiffany. They had known each other since they were at junior high and were taking a three-week holiday in Europe to fulfil a lifelong dream. Chloe worked in IT for a local power company, while Tiffany ran a small business selling items such as jewellery, figurines and calendars. Her main business was now online, but she would also sell her wares at local markets as well as through pop-up stores in the larger cities near where she lived. Chloe pointedly made no reference to her marital status, but she wasn't wearing a ring (Hunter still did) and Hunter guessed that she might be divorced.

Hunter told her a little about his life, focusing on the restaurant business and mentioning his ex-wife briefly. Chloe made the appropriate consolatory noises but didn't make a big show of sympathy, which Hunter appreciated. After all, they hardly knew each other.

Chloe told Hunter that the hotel concierge had told her that this club was a favourite hangout for honeymooning couples, so they had fun trying to pick them out. There were several couples who seemed to fit the profile but it was difficult to tell. After an hour or so, a hen party descended on the place, bringing a lot of merriment in its wake. Hunter noticed that Tina took the opportunity afforded by their arrival to basically gate-crash the group, leaving Julia and Briony on their own. Maybe she felt like a gooseberry, Hunter thought, or maybe she just wanted the chance to act crazy. Whatever the motivation, she was soon the life and soul of the party, setting up drinking contests and imposing forfeits for real or imaginary infractions, making the guilty party do something silly like hop on one leg or sing along to a song.

Hunter noticed Briony leading Sophia off the dancefloor to a relatively dark area behind the room's only pillar. There, although he couldn't be sure, he thought they must be snogging. The thought turned him on immensely, so much so that he asked Chloe if she would like to dance so he could shuffle over that way and get a better look. Chloe, who had been wanting to dance, was pleased Hunter had asked and they sashayed round the centre of the room, which was still not packed, the majority of the clientele clustering around the bar area on one side and the DJ's station on the other.

As he led his partner in the dance, Hunter took advantage of his height to stealthily scan the area beyond the pillar. His hunch had been right: Briony had her hands on Julia's ass and her tongue down her throat. Hunter's immediate reaction was to wonder if this meant that Briony wouldn't be interested in a liaison with him.

'Oh, gosh!' he thought. 'Here I am dancing with one woman and thinking about another. Whatever is to be done with me?!'

He made good on his burst of self-criticism by talking to Chloe about this and that. At one point a couple of drunken revellers barged past them and Hunter found himself moving against Chloe. It wasn't until this moment that he realised he had a sizeable erection, caused by watching the two girls together, and even more so by letting his mind run wild on several pathways prompted by their passion.

Chloe wasn't to know the real reason for his arousal and it was natural that she should ascribe it to the effect she was having on him. Accordingly, she placed her hands on his ass and moved into him, grinding against his upper thighs with her pelvis. It took but a few seconds for his cock to assume its 'battle stations' formation. Moving one hand from his butt, the American made a play for his phallus, cooing into Hunter's ear as she came into a full state of appreciation of its dimensions.

It was definitely she who was now leading. Much to Hunter's chagrin, she moved him away from the girls and across the room to a little alcove not far from the main entrance to the club. There, in one of the darkest parts of the room, she stood against the wall and got Hunter to face her, so that any actions she took would be hidden, to a degree at least, from prying eyes.

Her first action was to kiss Hunter the way that black girl had been kissing the stuck-up looking one. Hunter had no choice but to return the compliment and soon the pair of them were going at it like a couple of lovelorn adolescents. But it was Chloe's next action that really her erstwhile dance partner. Unzipping his trousers in one easy motion and angling her hand down so she could access his bare cock under his briefs, she began rubbing his cannon, first with her fingers, then (excruciatingly) with her fingernails. When she looked up at him with pure lust in her eyes, Hunter knew two things: 1) it was time to leave the club and 2) he was going to have sex with this woman in her chalet.

He didn't feel bad about it at all. Briony and Julia would want to consummate their burgeoning relationship, while Tina would be here for the duration, which the guy on the door had told them was 5 o'clock in the morning. The way things had accelerated, there was no need to go back to the table and finish their drinks. He'd just settle the bill while Chloe found them a cab.

Less than fifteen minutes later, they were bursting through the door to Chloe's chalet, kissing as they went, as if they were in a chick flick. Chloe was actually disrobing Hunter en route to her bedroom - his clothing lay strewn across the floor as if she wished to leave clues for an investigator. Once in the bedroom, Hunter (now naked except for his slip-on boat shoes) lifted Chloe up and lay her on the bed. With the presence of mind to turn out the main light and switch on the lamp on the nightstand, he kicked off his shoes and joined her on the bed. His immediate task was to dispose of her caftan.

He undid the little bow she had made with the string at her neck and helped her pull the knee-length garment over her head. Knowing how fussy women can be about their clothes, he didn't throw it on the floor, but scooted off the bed to place it on a hanger. He then returned to the bed, where Chloe was lying down seductively with one leg outstretched, wearing only her panties. And very sexy looking they were too, in an apricot shade, Hunter reckoned.

It was just a matter of time before the panties had joined the other garments on the floor and Chloe was receiving the full Hunter experience. Experienced and skilful lover that she was, she too struggled to bring the beast under control, content to give Hunter his head, figuratively if not literally.

As they lay together in a post-coital glow, Chloe turned and spoke to the Australian, whose accent she had picked up, even if only traces remained now after years of living in England.

'Aptly did your parents name you "Hunter",' she said, running her fingers through his sandy hair, fine and soft, even if it was now receding.

Hunter realised he was meant to say something in response, but couldn't think of the words to express what he wanted to say. In the event, Chloe helped him out.

'You think you are more hunted against than hunting, don't you?' she said with something very like laughter in her voice.

'Gee, I don't know,' replied Hunter, still struggling for words.

'Have you had those girls?' Chloe asked, visibly discomfiting Hunter.

The older man looked at her quizzically, as if he was attempting to look into her soul. Rather than pursue the matter, the American told him she had noticed the way Briony had been looking at him. A touch of colour must have risen to Hunter's face, however fleetingly, and Hunter knew instinctively that contradicting her or engaging with her on this subject would only confirm Chloe in her suspicions.

'They're very attractive,' she said in a level tone. 'And each so different from the other. No one could blame you for wanting them.'

After another long pause, Chloe continued.

'Your daughter set this up, didn't she?'

'Strewth!' thought Hunter, still looking at Chloe, but with an enhanced level of respect in his gaze.

'You know,' he said, 'I've been trying to avoid the question, but I think she probably did.'

'She must care for you very much.'

'I feel like I'm in a confessional,' joked Hunter.

'Women feel safe with you,' Chloe said. 'That's why we throw ourselves at you.'

'I was never unfaithful to Mia - never once.'

'I said women feel safe with you and you're telling me why. Maybe you're telling yourself why too.'

'Thank you,' Hunter said simply. 'Thank you for everything.'

Relieved of his burden, Hunter fell asleep in Chloe's arms, although it was to be more than an hour before the American woman was able to join him, as she reflected on the twists and turns in her life that had led her to this island, this room and this man.

Back at Ariadne, Tina was still going strong, even if a few of the hen group had called it a night and staggered off to their hotel. The club had a tradition of dancing on the bar and when the first intrepid person, a local Greek man, climbed up and started strutting his stuff, it wasn't long before he was joined by the bubbly blonde. If anything, there were more people in the club now than at any other time that night, as Ariadne was a popular venue for winding up festivities due to its chill atmosphere.

Tina had not been short of suitors but hadn't felt in the mood and had brushed them all off. What with Hunter slinking off with that Yank and Julia and Briony bitten by the lesbo bug, Tina was feeling a little depressed - an emotion she wasn't used to dealing with. Her response was to cover it up with activity and enforced gaiety, and no one in her adopted group would have dreamt that she was anything but happy.