Voulez Vous Mois Vicky? – Part 2

The rest of the afternoon passed by the poolside uneventfully. Vicky had changed back into shorts and a vest-top and was largely pre-occupied with monitoring the children and talking with the rest of the girls. She didn’t react when I caught her eye or smiled at her subtly, obviously trying to ignore all that had just happened. Ever attentive Clive had gone for a knap, no doubt fed up with tending to the children and considering his duties completed for the day. After dinner, it was proposed that we play board games. Someone had found a french game called Carcassonne in the sideboard that Sasha knew how to play. Personally I wasn’t that interested and preferred to go to my room to watch a movie. Vicky also bowed out of the first round at least in order to put the children to bed – there was no offer of assistance from her other half.

As I lay on my bed, I struggled to focus on the film I had started to watch, instead thinking about Vicky. I heard her in the corridor saying goodnight and closing the door to the children’s bedroom. I listened to see if she rejoined the group, who I could hear talking and laughing in the distance. But it sounded more like she walked in the opposite direction, past my bedroom door and back into her own room. I desperately wanted to go and find her there, but I knew it was just far too risky. I stopped watching the movie and just jerked off – thinking about Vicky’s perfect body and the interrupted events of the afternoon. But I didn’t have time to finish up before I heard people saying goodnight and footsteps approaching on the tile floored corridor. My wife soon appeared through the bedroom door and after brushing our teeth and changing into our pyjamas we got into bed. I listened to her recounting what else had gone on at the beach after I had left and she asked what Vicky and I had “got up to”. I described a quiet afternoon I’d had napping and how it sounded like Vicky had been in a pool for a bit. We fell asleep sometime after 10pm.

I awoke in the dark. I was boiling and I could hear the familiar sound of one of the kids calling out to their mother. I looked at my watch which showed it was about 3am. I contemplated turning on the air conditioning, but my wife was still sleeping peacefully and I didn’t want the noise to wake her. I heard a door open into the corridor and the sound of feet padding along the ground past my room. I knew the routine – it had happened every night of the holiday. It was Vicky (obviously) going to settle the child. She would be in there for a few minutes, then she’d return to her own room. I got out of bed and stood by the door to our room which I cracked open, listening for Vicky exiting the kids room opposite. I kept one eye on my wife as I listened but she never stirred. As soon as I heard the sound of the door handle, I slipped out of my room and stood in the corridor, watching as Vicky backed out of her children’s room and carefully pulled the door shut with a quiet thud. As she turned to face down the corridor she saw me and jumped, placing her hand on her chest.

“What are you doing!?” she whispered with some exasperation “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“I wanted to see you.” I replied quietly.

I looked at Vicky in the dark corridor. She was wearing a pair of dark silk pyjama bottoms and a matching shirt with white piped trim. She looked pretty cute. Vicky shook her head in disapproval but I walked towards her, reaching out to take her hand in mine.

“Come with me.” I whispered into her ear, breathing gently on it, as I walked past her.

“Are you crazy?!” she protested, yet put up little resistance as I towed her down the corridor towards the main living area of the property.

I led her into the open plan kitchen, retrieving glasses from the cupboard and a jug of ice water from the fridge, which I used to fill the glasses. I refilled the pitcher from the tap and returned it to the fridge, handing Vicky one of the glasses at the same time. The light emitted by the open fridge allowed me to see see her pyjamas were blue and that her prominent nipples were visible through the thin material. I hadn’t noticed that on previous mornings, so I guess she put a bra on for modesty.

“It’s pretty hot…” I said in a hushed voiced “…we just happened to go for a drink at the same time.”

I took a drink of water and watched as Vicky nervously did the same, then we stood looking at one another in the light of the almost full moon coming in through the kitchen windows. I approached her, placing my glass on the kitchen island next to us, locking eyes with her, just as we had in the pool earlier. As I moved in to kiss her, I took the glass from her hand and placed it next to mine.