(-- forgot I hadn't posted this since part 1 on 5 December 2009) I woke up around 8am but the room seemed empty. The first week of my Mayan Riviera holiday with my ex, Linda, was a nice treat and without any of the distractions one gets back home we could just do as we pleased. I rarely wake up with a morning glory, except after a heavy drinking session, and then my priorities are not to have sex but to answer the call of nature. When Linda was here we would often shower and lie on the bed 'relaxing' before dressing - well throwing on shorts and a t-shirt, then wandering down for a leisurely breakfast. On a couple of occasions the lie down had ended up with us pleasuring each other. This morning there was no Linda and I had nothing planned for the whole day. I made a coffee in the room and watched the UK news headlines before strolling off to breakfast. Later on the beach I chatted with an English guy and his girlfriend. He was fairly laid back and didn't pay her much attention. She was a rather tasty late forties with the most superb top-heavy, but firm, bust. I kept thinking that this would make an ideal swing except I had nothing to swap. He was diving too, not surprising because it is one of the main attractions of the hotel and the resort. We chatted and without going over the top I paid them both the odd risqué compliment but got no response so abandoned that idea. I went for a swim in the ocean and they soon joined me. We all swam a bit and chatted in the small breakers and all I could do was watch as her breasts seemed to float with the waves. After lunch it was more of the same; reading, sunbathing and swimming. In the evening I dined with a group of English holidaymakers and then went to the theatre and got slowly pissed. Somehow doing nothing seems to make me more tired than after an active day and I overslept - narrowly missing breakfast but that is not a disaster because the beach bar serves a brunch from mid morning until mid afternoon. The day started quietly. A quick check to confirm my afternoon dive and then chatting to some of the other divers. At last it was lunchtime and after a snack I wandered round to the dive centre and kitted up with the afternoon group. There were a few new faces mostly Americans - they make up about half the tourists in Mexico. Louise was to be our dive master, a pleasant, pretty, young, Austrian girl who loved diving but could not afford to free dive so she became an instructor. Being in her group was always nice but she probably had grandparents younger than me. A few of the others seemed to be paired off but as I found out later that was just wishful thinking by the males. The dive was good with excellent visibility as the sea was calm and the sand hadn't been stirred up at all. Down on the reef we were joined by a turtle and later saw a ray being shadowed by a small shark as well as the usual myriad of fish, lobsters and conger eels. After dinner that evening I got into a drinking session with a few more Brits and before we knew it it was midnight. The next day was to be a double dive at a cenote (cavern) some 25 miles inland so the day more or less took care of itself. Unlike open sea diving where you can just make for the surface if in difficulty, the cenotes are often completely below the water line; for that reason many divers give them a miss. That evening a whole group of divers agreed to dine together before going to the theatre for drinks. On and off there must have been about a dozen of us, some leaving to check on kids other joining us. Out of the group only three were girls and the American lads were like wasps round a jam pot; I'm getting old (perhaps!) but the chat up lines seem to get more embarrassing as the alcohol flowed. Soon after 11pm I decided to take my leave. To my surprise one of the American girls said she had had enough and would I walk her back to the lodge area. I merely thought she was worried about going back alone as there are a few dark areas and some strange wild animals. When we got near the main area she confided that the group was far to competitive and she wasn't interest in any of them, in fact, she had a regular boyfriend back home. Walking back she said she wasn't ready to crash out so did I fancy a drink in the piano bar. Trying not to look keen or predative I said I'd like that. We chatted for ages, had several more cocktails before calling it a day. I wasn't sure what was expected so we strolled back to her lodge. Although all the lodges look the same from the outside, I could see that her room was quite different to mine and must have muttered some rubbish about the layout because she led me in and closed the door behind us. What followed eclipsed everything from the week before. This girl was less than half my age with perfect lightly tanned skin, a pert bust line and long legs terminating in the shapeliest of bums. She asked if I'd like a beer or a water as she opened a water for herself; some how I must have conveyed beer to her. We chatted a bit more just sitting on the edge of the bed sipping the iced drinks when she slowly sank down and stretched out fully on the bed. I still wasn't sure what was wanted but what had I to lose? If I made a play and got rebuffed I could simply blame the drink and take my leave. If my advances were welcome then I was fully up for it but a bit tipsy. I leant over and kissed her and she put her hand on the back of my neck and drew me in. It wasn't long before we were loosening clothing and running our hands all over each other. As I slid on to her I whispered 'bareback' and she made a slight nod as I pushed my cock deep inside her. This was heaven; she smelt gorgeous and I could feel her firm breast against my chest - I'd forgotten that feeling - it was so arousing and just as I started to think that I should hold back she began thrusting her hips, let out a noisy series of gasps that had me hoping the people in the next room were heavy sleepers. I shot my load in her in an almost painful half a dozen strokes. I went limp and rolled sideways so that we lay facing each other but she went straight down on me and began sucking as though it was her last. It was so intense that I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain, either way I wasn't going to stop her. She finished, said she loves sucking spunk, cuddled up to me and drifted into a deep sleep. While I was deciding what to do next I must have fallen asleep too. We awoke as the sunlight cut through a gap in the curtains, still with our arms around each other in the same position as we fell asleep. I kissed her tenderly and tried to chat normally about the day ahead. My mind was working overtime; was this a one-off? Had I lived up to expectations? Was she regretting the whole thing? When she said that she would like to change her dive booking so that we could dive together that afternoon I breathed a silent sigh of relief. Even if we didn't stay lovers, she was great company. I asked if she wanted the group to be unaware of our friendship but she calmly said, "Let's not flout it. They can work it out for themselves if they want". The week continued in a similar vein. We tended to sunbathe, chat and dine with other couples becoming more relaxed as the days passed. When back in the room, we often spent hours just making small talk and shagging - it was all very laid back. I found out that she had intended coming away with a girlfriend and that it was to be her last bachelor girl holiday before getting married this June. Her girlfriend was off colour with suspected swine flu so she came alone. Her fiancé couldn't get time off work either - I confess to being pleased about that. Much too soon my last full day arrived. We just lazed around but went back to the room on several occasions to play. The last night was a mixture of extreme pleasure tinged with a little sadness. I had realised that it was the most odd holiday affair. Firstly, holiday affairs rarely last but there was also the age difference. We agreed to become pen friends using two fake identities on Facebook to swap pictures or the like but that was to be it. For me it had been one last and very special encounter. I'm sure it won't happen again with such a young attractive girl. I like to think it wasn't all based on sex but as time passes it was the nights in bed which most readily come to mind. I think I have let go of any thoughts of meeting again but it would be nice to hold her, smell her, kiss her, lick her and shag her just one more time but like re-visiting treasured childhood places it would probably not live up to my memories. One other outcome that has surprised me is that it has probably sated my 'old' life crisis. My appetite for new swinging encounters has waned and it is more than likely that I will drift back into a more permanent relationship with Linda, my ex.