I had started to get a semi at the thought of this older guys fucking my gorgeous girlfriends cunt in front of me. But that would never happen. Would ...it? As I walked over to the bar Holly barely even noticed me, it was clear that she had been knocking back the drinks. A large pile of those crappy plastic cups they serve your drinks in on holiday decorated the bar and the smell of rum and Coke lingered on her lips and she finally spotted me and gave me a kiss. The guy was married and had arrived. We were on the second round when I saw her.She was in a corner, standing with three other people, two guys and one girl. The girl was different from the one the week before. I didn’t recognize the guys. I watched them. One of the guys was buying drinks and kept rubbing against her. I wondered if it was a boyfriend and that made me jealous. Flushed jealous. Weird, I had talked to her once for three minutes and I was jealous of her. But that guy was a slime ball with greasy hair and crappy. It's just the same as the way everyone here sees thewoman I want them to see."After that declaration she resumed eating her salad, picking up the forkas casually as if nothing happened. It had gone quiet in the diner whenshe'd unveiled her hair, like when a gunman bursts in the saloon duringa Western. But with revelation over, the tension dropped and a buzz ofconversation resumed."You know..." I said glowing with unexpected admiration, "the 'you'that's underneath - seems more awesome than the. His sun-burnt face looked like it would have cracked if he really tried to smile.But the corners of his mouth just turned up ever so slightly."Umm-hmmmm," she said and she tickled the palm of his hand.He left the pretty woman lying in the sun. She closed her eyes and began dreaming.She recalled the strange, incredible, unexpected events of the day.She'd gotten up late, after the kids already left.There was a pool outside the house and she planned to spend the day lying beside it, doing.