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The first time I saw Angela she was walking through Las Palmas Airport.  The second time she was lying on a sun lounger in a very brief bikini, her soft slender body turning golden brown.  She was one gorgeous lady.

A suitably bribed waiter told me her name and that she was on holiday with her sister.  Which was all I needed to know.  From that it wasn’t difficult to engineer a meeting and dazzle her with my charm.

“Just don’t get carried away,” Barry warned me as I dressed for my first date with Angela.  “The last thing you need right now is a permanent ball and chain!  You’re on the way up, Chris.  Don’t spoil it for yourself by getting entangled.”

Barry and I were partners in a computer software company.  We’d built it up from nothing, working out of his dad’s garage.  Now we had premises, workshops, and were making money.  Not that it showed!  We didn’t drive flash cars or wear designer suits.  I’d bought a modest little flat near the office and Barry was still renting his.

It had been his idea to come on this holiday.  We hadn’t had a break for four years and I must admit it was beginning to tell.  All work and no play was making me feel jaded and boring.  We didn’t even have time for a quiet pint and a laugh any more.

“The company can run perfectly well without us for two weeks,”  Barry had said seriously.  “We deserve it, Chris.  More than that, we need it!”

We booked the holiday at lunchtime.  It was a late booking, leaving the following week, which meant we didn’t know which hotel we’d be staying at until we got there.  Although by then I didn’t care much.  Barry’s enthusiasm was infectious and all I could think about was sun, sand, and any other delights Gran Canaria had to offer.  The best of which turned out to be Angela.

“You must work very hard,” she commented when I told her what I did.

“We’ve had to,” I smiled.  “Since we were kids Barry and I had this crazy idea we were going to be stinking rich and retire when we were thirty!”

“And will you?”  Her eyes were dancing with humour and I could feel my palms go damp.

“No chance!” I shook my head.  “But I believe that if you’ve got a dream and never give up on it, even if you only achieve half what you set out to do, you’ve done well.”

“Oh, a philosopher, too.”  She was smiling and her full red lips seemed to quiver, sending chills up my spine that played havoc with my senses.

It wasn’t just her looks either.  Angela was good company.  She was witty, had a great sense of humour, and she was nice.  I felt comfortable with her because I didn’t have to put on the usual tough, nonchalant ‘man-in-business’ act.  If I had I’m pretty sure she’d have seen through it and dumped me there and then.  As it was we got on well and I felt more relaxed than I had for ages.

Saying goodnight caused a dilemma though.  Should I give in to what my body was saying, or take things slowly.  In the end Angela made the decision for me.  As we paused outside her room she turned to face me, her back firmly against the door.

“Chris, I’ve had a great evening,” she said with a dazzling smile.  “I really enjoyed being with you.  Thank you.”

“Did you enjoy it enough to do it again?” I asked.  If body language could talk mine was telling hers all sort of things it’s not always polite to say out loud!  And then hers replied...

“Tomorrow at 10?” she invited with more than just her eyes.  “By the pool?”

“I’ll be there.”

After that I went down to the bar for a long cold beer.  I needed to cool off and think, although there was only one thought in my mind...

I’ve often found that women who look beautiful by candlelight lose some of their gloss in harsh daylight.  Angela definitely wasn’t one of them.  I’d got to the pool early to grab a couple of loungers and when Angela came walking towards me I held my breath.  She was wearing a lemon bikini which showed off her deepening tan to perfection.  It also showed off her long shapely legs and feminine curves.

“Hi.”  She smiled as she pulled her lounger closer to mine.  That simple act said a lot and I didn’t ignore it.  In between talking and laughing we made liberal use of the sun lotion, gently massaging each other in turn.  It was the prelude of what was to happen much later that night...

After another intimate dinner we lingered over the cognac and coffee.  By then I didn’t want the evening to end, yet I wasn’t sure how to prolong it.  I fancied Angela like crazy, but I didn’t want to put her off by coming on too strong too soon.

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