I love nothing more than relaxing in the sun and that is what this story is all about.2 years ago we went to France, but my body was not prepared for ...he hot weather, soon after arriving all I wanted to do was relax around the pool or on the beach and leave the sight seeing for a day or two, big mistake, needless to say I got a little burnt, if that was not enough, my husband would laugh and make comments on my body as I got myself ready for bed or for a shower, pointing out my tan lines, they. "For a little bit," he negotiated.He couldn't believe how good she felt in his arms, pressed against him, her breath hot on his shoulder. She snuggled against him, but when she laid a leg on top of his, she didn't press her pussy against him."I love you," she sighed."I love you, too, baby." His words came out in a sigh as well."Th-thank you."He didn't say anything. He knew, somehow, that she wasn't going to get up and go back to her room. He knew that she'd want to stay. He worried a little. "A glass of wine will go down well." She opened the hamper and I saw straight away why it was so heavy. Whilst appearing to be a normal wicker hamper, inside it was fully lined with insulating material. The top had small legs attached so that when opened fully it could act as a table. Very clever! "That's neat." I commented. Eve grinned."You know Aubrey. He has to have the best, even if he never uses it." I wondered if there was an innuendo there. She pulled out a bottle of Chardonnay, handing. A little taken aback by the invitation, I was hesitant at first to go to his table. But, since he looked like a traveller, he might have been to Renley's workshop today and he could at least tell me if he was at work or not. Still a little apprehensive, I decided to go and sit with him. He greeted me politely, though if he was trying to swoon my I couldn't tell. His accent gave away that he was a traveller, and when I asked him about my Renley's shop, he said he had not been there. He.