Chapter 2

After my brief encounter with Alex, I had been feeling even more horny than usual. A little taste of what I needed had been worse than nothing at all. I had taken to going for long jogs every morning to try and burn off some of my sexual energy, but it had really only been making things worse. Oh, and the thing about cold showers? Doesn't work at all.

Every morning as I left for my run, I would see all the girls who worked at the bars and hotels beginning their working day, which usually started with cleaning up the detritus of the previous night: dropped cans and bottles, discarded condoms and occasionally, sleeping guys. They always started early because drinking time usually began before siesta (when the sun starts to get hot) and ran through until late night.

One bar-girl especially caught my eye. She was short, probably about 5'2", but with large breasts for her frame, and an athletic body with firm legs. She would almost always be wearing small pink hotpants, along with the official bar t-shirt, which was pulled tight by her generous breasts. By now I knew her name was Alice, because last night at her bar she had introduced herself to the whole bar before her and two other girls danced on the bar in front of everyone. It was kind of like 'Coyote Ugly' only hot. Today I smiled at her and kept running, maybe I would stop and chat some other time!

I would also see all the girls and guys (but mostly the girls) off for their morning sunbathe, before it got too hot in the afternoon. This was probably most of the reason that my jogs had increased my libido, rather than decreased it. A large number of the girls would be wearing very small bikinis, or large t-shirts with thong bottoms. The girls with t-shirts would usually remove them at the beach and sunbathe topless, as is the custom in Europe. There were also some much younger girls, probably around 17 or 18. These girls would sometimes wear bikinis or thongs like the 20-somethings, but more usually they would have more normal bikini bottoms or little swim shorts with t-shirts. I could see a group of these girls right now, a little way ahead of me.

There were four girls, three were carrying their towels rolled up in their hands, while the other one had her towel around her neck. She had long wavy black hair that fell most of the way down her back. She had a Mediterranean complexion and was probably about average height, although I really couldn't tell from this far back. She was wearing a small bikini top, which was white with a thin pink edge, and pink spaghetti straps. Her bottoms matched the top, and were small with pink string sides. She looked gorgeous, and I could see the curves of her ass through the swimsuit as I got closer. She was standing on the right of the group. One of the other girls was wearing a big t-shirt and small red swim shorts, which were surprisingly showing off quite a bit of her ass. She was blonde, but not so tanned. Maybe these girls hadn't been here that long. The girl next to her might have been her sister, as much as I could tell from behind. She was a little shorter, again with blonde hair, and about the same complexion. She was wearing a lightish pink top, which it seemed didn't show off too much, and Pink bottoms which weren't very high, but still seemed to reveal a lot of her ass, even more than the girl with red shorts. The underwear had a tiny pink frill on them. It didn't seem like either of them had any tan line. Maybe they hadn't been here long enough. Or maybe they sunbathed nude, I thought, smiling to myself. If so, I would have to find out where. The last girl was the smallest of the group, possibly the youngest, or someone's little sister or something. She was wearing a short white t-shirt which showed off a little of her tanned back, and a pair of white lacy swimsuit bottoms. They couldn't really be for going in the water though, they seemed like they would be instantly see-through when wet.

As I approached the girls the Mediterranean girl turned around and smiled at me. I couldn't help smiling back. As I passed them a couple of them whistled at me, and the Mediterranean girl yelled 'You English?'

'Yeah, ' I turned around and shouted back 'Why you wanna know?'

I was jogging on the spot a little ahead of them now.

'We thought you might want to stop and talk to us, ' said the lacy girl. I stopped jogging and flashed them my best smile. Maybe my jog wouldn't be as much of a letdown as it usually was.

'Of course, it would be my pleasure. My name's Jeremy, what's yours?' I was addressing my question to the Mediterranean girl, who I had decided was the one I really wanted to get to know better.

'I'm Rachel, ' she said grinning. 'But I have to go now, err things to do, you know.'

She moved past me, and grabbed the young-looking girl. 'Come on Jazz, time to go.'

I wondered if they had some sort of plan to leave me with one of the other girls. I wasn't complaining, but I would rather have been chatting up either of the two that were leaving!

'So what about you girls, are you 'leaving' as well?' I asked sarcastically.

'No silly, we're staying to chat, ' giggled the girl in the red shorts. I was trying hard to keep my eyes of the other girl's pink underwear and slender legs.

'Come with us, ' she said.

She led me over to a bar, which was already open, and soon we were at a table and my running effort had turned into a drinking one. The girls talked with me, mostly about themselves, for a couple of hours. I learned that they were indeed sisters, and that their names were Jenny and Victoria (or Vicky). Jenny was the one in the red shorts, and the pink frilly one was Victoria. Jenny was 20 and Vicky 18. I was leaning towards going for Vicky if anything was going to happen, but it seemed like it was strictly chatty chat, at least so far. Vicky did seem to keep leaning on her elbow and looking at me, which was giving me a pretty good view of what there was to her cleavage.

By now it was getting towards lunchtime, and the girls decided they had to be back at their apartment. I got their number and let them go, but inwardly I was cursing. They both seemed pretty drunk after about five or six drinks. It seemed like Vicky had virtually zero tolerance for alcohol, she had got drunk after about two drinks and moved onto soda water for the remainder. I was getting rather frustrated. My jog had been spoiled, I was feeling slightly bloated from lunchtime beer consumption, and my libido had been stirred by meeting such beautiful ladies and getting nothing out of it. Well, I had got their number, and maybe 'Jazz' or Rachel would be more interested in what I had to offer than the sisters. After sitting around moping in the bar for another twenty minutes or so, I decided maybe someone back at the apartment might be wondering where I had got to, and that I should accordingly go home. I trudged out of the bar and made my way back along the now baking hot street towards the apartment. I was almost back when I heard a cry of 'hey you' or words to that effect, coming from the side of the street. I looked over to see Alice, the little pink hotpants bar-girl, waving at me. I broke out in a huge smile and wandered casually over to her. She was cleaning tables outside her bar.