We followed our usual morning routine on the fifth day but after breakfast went back to our cabin.
During our meal, Ross had caressed my inner thighs and I had felt his erection through his shorts.
Our cabin was large with a separate bedroom and a small, private balcony.
We climaxed almost together and Ross lay on top of me as he softened, we were both a little breathless.‘Gee, it’s like we’re in our twenties again.’ You were hard to keep up with then, said Ross still a little out of breath.
Remember how we considered looking for another male to join our lovemaking?
We parted company after breakfast and I commented to Ross what a nice guy Neil seemed to be and my husband concurred.
The next couple of days were spent swimming, eating, sun bathing, swimming, eating and more eating.
He removed his climbing harness and walked over to us, ‘Morning Ross, Tammy, beautiful day,’ he said, ‘I’m ready for breakfast.’‘We’re heading there ourselves, why don’t you join us,’ invited Ross.‘Love to,’ he replied and off we went.
Between bites of my omelet I asked Neil where he’d learn to climb and discovered that during his teen years he and friends spent many weekends and summer holidays climbing and although he loved the sport, his career as a pilot now left little time for it.
There were eight of us around our table for dinner that first night; Lisa and Gerry, a retired couple from Michigan; Neil, an airline pilot from the UK and Freda from Germany who was with her aged parents, Karl and Effie.
It was an interesting mix of people with varied interests that made dinner an enjoyable event.
He stood and unzipped his shorts, his erection was strong and he wasted little time inserting it into my wet slit.