From the tanlines, I'm going to guess that the couple is from a colder, cloudier climate. Perhaps they are on vacation in winter to get a little sun. Perhaps, say, an English couple in the south of Italy, or a Canadian couple in Mexico.
Their first few days, she has been at the beach and by the pool, soaking up sun. He's worn pants and short sleeves. Perhaps he's here for business, or taking in other sights.
They have a simple, affordable room, with a view of the ocean. A bed.
She has met a young man. Maybe a bellhop, the pool boy, or just a local.
The couple has talked about it for over a year now, and they thought perhaps the vacation was the chance to finally fulfill the fantasy. They wouldn't meet anyone they knew, and they'd leave. Short, sweet, simple.
And so, when they invited the young man to join them, he easily agreed. He'd seen many couples through the season, and watched many wives in their 20s and 30s strip down to bikinis, and slick their bodies with tanning oils, and stretch out on the pool chairs. How many had he seen and lusted for? Maybe a hundred. And he hoped that even though the chances were small that one couple would ask him, there was always the chance, and statistically, it could happen.
At last it did.
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