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She squeezed by my wheelchair, her ginger hair flowing down her back, her pert breasts visible as the sun shone through her almost see-through beach blouse, brushing her blue bikini bottoms against my arm and wheelchair control, making me move to one side. She turned to me and apologized, her camel toe so beautiful against her gusset, inviting and enticing.As I’m non-verbal I said my usual “No problem,” one of the things that’s almost audible to people. She smiled and moved away to sit with her boyfriend, her boyfriend so lucky, he’s had his hands on her. Luckier still, probably had his mouth on that beautiful body.I sat for a while, pondering the day in the Cabo Roig sunshine. The strip was heaving as usual and I’m sat here in my crop top, shorts and sunglasses, sipping a San Miguel. The bar owner came and without asking poured my drink into my glass for me, hugged me and said. “Hi.” in her beautiful Irish accent. I glanced across at blue bottom ginger hotness, she had turned to face me and as the sun was behind me, the shape of her amazing slender maybe 5’5″ of pure tight pale skin, reddening in the mid-summer sun, my mind went into ‘mum mode’ and thought ‘you really need some sun cream or it is going to hurt later.’I sat staring at her. Her tummy was now exposed, her beach top riding up almost to her perfect breasts, my heart beating so hard that I’m sure people could hear it. It’s ok the sun is in her eyes, she can’t see me. It’s ok that she is about nineteen years old, give or take a year or two. She is perfect in every way. Long ginger hair now covering one side of her lithe body, almost touching her beautiful outy navel. What a view, what a stunning çankaya escort thing to behold. Good job she can’t see my gusset, it is wet through.They moved on. I considered following and stalking them to the next bar but refrained. I’m forty-eight and my body is pretty much contorted away from being sexy, (my thoughts of course), she wouldn’t give me a second glance.I finished my beer and gave Aoife a tip and a squeeze of her ample bum. As always she called me a dirty bitch and said. “love you, see you soon.”Back at my apartment, I went out onto the patio overlooking the pool. It was a great spot, no one could see me but I could see all the lovely, almost naked people. As usual, kids were screaming in their usual anarchic way, so the headphones went on, Beartooth blasting in my ears. Who needs soothing music? I’m looking out over the pool when I saw her. First, her red head popped up from the far side of the pool. As she climbed the steps, her blue bikini came out of the water, pulled tight into her perfect size six bottom, water dripping from her crotch and those amazing lips. My heaven just appeared and my pussy almost exploded at the sight. She walked towards my apartment I lay there, boobs out, nipples stood out from excitement. She glanced over and stopped. In a giggly voice, she said. “Hi, I thought it was you. You’re so lucky to have an apartment by the pool.”I couldn’t speak, my mouth was dry, my pussy was soaking and my mind was racing. She came a little closer, her naked breasts just stood to attention, gone were the days.”I like your tats,” she said. I mis-heard and said. “I like yours keçiören escort better…” She looked at me and said. “Did you just say you like mine better?””What? You understand me?”She smiled and said. “Yeah, my little sister has Cerebral Palsy and she speaks like you, only a little clearer. Anyway, what tats, I don’t have any.”So I’m laid there staring at the piece of heaven before me half-naked, wet through and questioning what I was thinking.She giggled and walked away, lifting her little boobs as she went. Fucking hell, why didn’t I ask her name?Later that day, I managed to get some of the housework done. My husband had been working along the coast. He sings in bars, keeps us above water and never had to be told twice what I need from him. He brought food from Molinos Blancos’ a lovely Spanish restaurant.As we sat and ate he asked about my day. He always wanted a blow-by-blow account of what I had been up to. Not a control thing but curious, a lot of the time it’s lunch with Lola my friend or Damien my male but very camp socialising buddy. But today I told him about the heavenly bikini-clad amazing girl, he sat intently listening to my story. I must have drifted a little when describing her leaning over the fence and lifting her tiny pert boobs. He reached over to me and ran his hand up my leg right to my crotch. Yes, I was damp, his fingers pulled my thong to one side and entered me easily. He crudely pulled them out and sucked the sticky mess off. Then he said. “I guarantee they will be in Charlie’s bar later. There’s a band on”m.” To my disappointment he said. “Sorry though, I can’t etimesgut escort go. I’m heading down the coast to Pilar, another gig.”I could always go and sit on Charlie’s bar patio. Can’t get my wheelchair chair in there without help and my husband’s unavailable. I couldn’t walk in either. I got ready after finding out the band was one of the local rock bands that I follow, so dressed in my ACDC T-shirt and denim cut-off shorts that were more frayed each wash, only just covering my cotton panties.I got to Charlie’s early so I could at least see in through the doors. Quite a few already there that I knew. We exchanged pleasantries and I sat and waited, hoping.Charlotte, the owner, brought me a drink out and a spare as usual. I sat sipping my beer, watching people as I like to do. A couple of younger men came in, I said. “Hi.” One ignored me as expected, the other said. “Hola.” The usual crowd milling about getting in the mood for the gig. I always say hello, and most of them say hello back or even sit with me. There they were! Oh shit! There they were. She was dressed in a long skirt with a crop top. It was almost matching but just not quite. It showed her hair off beautifully. Oh, but there was the boyfriend, yeah boyfriend. That perfect specimen, all tanned and tight jeaned, showing off quite a nice bulge. I looked over at them and she whispered something to him. They walked towards me. Oh, she was flowing. She was more beautiful tonight than she was half-naked. She walked right up to me and said. “Hi,” I said hello back, smiling at her. She introduced herself as Rosie and her boyfriend Ger. I said. “Nice to meet you. I’m Treize.” They asked if they could join me and I gladly accepted. We sat listening to the music and chatting. Rosie doing incredibly well interpreting what I was saying. I had my iPad at hand to say words she couldn’t get. The conversation turned to the pool. Rosie giggled and said that Ger had been in the pool all the time. I didn’t see him but I was staring at my heaven.

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