She was sat on the top balcony of the holiday apartment, the sun was high in the midday sky and the heat was entering every pore. She was a redhead an... her pale skin could suffer in that climate, it was for the best not to overdo it on the first day of the holiday. Why be in pain for the rest of it? She put her sunglasses back on and picked up her cold drink, this heat really dried her out. The flight over had been smooth but jetlag was catching up, she had just got out of a refreshing cool. I helped as much as I could, which necessitated my leaning around her to help land the fish, my cock bumping into her ass as I did. I was in heaven as she wriggled her hot little bottom against me and pushed back while we were landing the fish.Having succeeded in catching a fish big enough to fry for lunch, George decided it was time to return to the cabin and start getting ready. I followed them up the hill from the dock, gazing longingly at Karen's rear end, which allowed the bottoms of her. We talked some more and I outlined the pleasures of St. Maarten/St. Martin. I think Cassie was serious about going there. After I had finished my breakfast and cleaned up the dishes, I poured a second cup of coffee and we sat again at the kitchen table. ‘Kayla came to see me last Sunday, Colin. She was asking a lot of questions about you. I think she is very interested in you, but she is being very careful. I don’t think she can stand being hurt again.’ I nodded my understanding. ‘It wasn’t. They all looked at us. I’m sure there was interest in some “new meat” and also a little surprise seeing a woman in a gay bar.The bartender walked over to our table.“Hi there, how are you two doing today?” he asked. “Oh, we are very good today,” Beth responded. “How are you?”“Good, good. Can I get you something to drink?”“I’ll take a Coors Light, please,” answered Beth.“And for you, cutie?” the man asked.I was slightly taken aback, not used to have a guy call me the cute one between Beth and.