Her Wet Bikini

Chapter 20

After a few minutes, Paula came and sat next to me. She spread her legs open and rode the bench as if it was a horse. Her body leaned forward and came resting on my side. One of her hands reached out for my plastic cup while another rested on my shoulder.

“We need to get some more,” she said after gulping down the last drops of wine.

“I’ll get more in a second,” I said.

“Where are the others?”

“Mom’s over there,” I said and I pointed to the direction I last saw her. “Karen is dancing with an old man.”

“She likes old men?”

“She doesn’t like them. She is just being polite. What have you been up to?”

“I was dancing with Claudio. When we got bored we went for a walk to the beach.”

“Anything exciting happened?’

“Not much apart from a blow job. I would have f****d him if I hadn’t f****d you earlier.”

My jaw dropped to the ground. The casual manner in which she had dropped the remark was more shocking than the act itself.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”

“I’ve no right to be jealous. I’m your cousin.”

“Keep on behaving like that and you may get some more,” she said with a devilish little grin.

“I bet you can juggle the entire male population on one hand!”

“Stefano!” she shouted. “Don’t be vulgar!”

“Calm down. I was just joking.”

“What did you do while I was away?”

“I also went for a walk with a girl.”

“Naughty boy! Any action?”

“She’s only thirteen.”

“Not a bad age. She wants you to be her mentor.”

“I decided to wait a few years. I don’t want to get blasted into pieces by her dad’s shotgun.”

“Right. I forgot this is not Canada.”

“If you screw up with the wrong women in Italy, you got to pay,” I said.

“I thought you said she was a girl…”

“You’re funny sometimes.”

“I know. Where is Angelo? Did you see him?”

“He is right behind you,” I said.

She turned around and there he was, standing above her. He was alone in a smiley mood. He ruffled Paula’s hair and sat next to her. Karen showed up after a while-minus the old man-and so did my mom and aunt.

“Where’s Luigi?” I asked.

“He’s stuck with the film people,” said my aunt.

“What film people?” asked Paula.

“You didn’t see the blonde bimbo? She’s from some variety show. Alexa told me she used to date politicians.”

“Mafia guys, more like,” muttered my aunt.

“Wanna check her out?” said Paula.

“Let’s go,” said Angelo.

Karen didn’t have any desire to see the film people so Angelo and Paula went by themselves. Since everyone was eager for more wine, I offered to fetch some. On the way to the canteen, I bumped into Claudio and Julio. I could guess by the way they were smiling that Claudio had revealed his dark secret.

“Where you going?”

“To fetch some wine.”

“Where’s Paula?”

“What do you mean ‘Where’s Paula?’ You were with her until ten minutes ago.”

“Who told you that?”

“She did.”

“I bet you share everything with her.”

“Not everything,” I replied. It was better to play dumb than bragging about having s*x with your cousin. The next thing you knew, the entire island would be talking about it in a matter of hours.

“It’s a pity you’re stuck for the holidays with your cousin. I can hook you up with a girl.”

“Not your cousin I hope.”

“I’m not talking about my cousin. Do you remember Maria Zani?”

“Vaguely. Brown hair, nice face, a small mole near the upper lip.”

“She came here yesterday with her parents. Want me to arrange something with her?”

“Can be done.”

“If it’s okay we can come over to your place to hang out and go to the beach.”

“Awesome,” I said. “Got to get the wine now.”

“Talk later,” said Claudio.

I lined up in a row of about ten people for the wine and waited for my turn. A family of three was working behind the counter in a not very efficient manner. There seemed to be a shortage of plastic jugs so the customers had to wait for the daughter to go get some. Despite the fact they had put up a sign asking the customers to bring their own bottles, most people had come empty handed. I considered breaking away from the line for a while so that I could fetch the jug we used earlier but I changed my mind.

When my turn came, they gave me a new jug but they wanted a one-euro deposit that would be reimbursed upon the return of the jug. I said okay and gave them the three euros. Then I asked for some more plastic cups. They told me that there were not any left.

If I wanted cups, I would have to go to the convenience store across the piazza and buy some. Which was exactly what I did.

Upon crossing the street, I saw Paula and Angelo sitting with the film people. Paula was seated between the busty blonde and Luigi, who at that moment was blabbering about something.

For some reason the film director was wearing sunglasses and seemed to possess a cool air of detachment. Sometimes he would lean to the person next to him and say a few words before he would return to his initial position. He would shake his head to someone’s words and he would smile discreetly, however, it was hard to figure out how bored he actually felt. Maybe the only thing he was thinking about behind those glasses was to get out of here as soon as possible.

I could easy guess how he ended up here. He probably wanted to spend the entire evening at his East Side Villa, until someone-possibly Luigi-managed to convince him to get out of his shell. Maybe the blonde had insisted on some local flavor. She was certainly enjoying being the focus of attention.

At some point Paula asked him a question. This seemed to change his entire attitude. He took off his glasses and began chatting with her in a merry tone. This wasn’t such a big surprise to me. I knew very well the effect of Paula upon those around her. It seems that even the rich and famous were not immune to her charm.

I guess that made me a very lucky person.

Well, not only me, but Claudio too.

I wondered what she had in mind to do next. Now that she got started, there was nothing to stop her. Maybe she was planning to do it with the film director in the jacuzzi.

I got an instant erection just by thinking about Paula having a threesome with the film director and the sexy blonde.