Underwear Is Optional
Ibiza, Sex And Sun
There I was, a girl from Madrid embarked upon a pleasure trip to Ibiza. To free myself of work stress.
Sunshine, water, alcohol, sleep and parties. My journey began with Julio as my flight companion.
A sexy guy who smiled at me, and whose abs I was checking out in the bathroom half an hour later.
Really embarrassing, as you can imagine. But I was on holiday. When I lay down in my hotel bed, I consoled myself by telling myself it had been a temporary moment of madness. We all have those every now and then, right? Julio would go on his way and I would go on mine. And the air hostess’s expression, my tangled hair and red-hot face would remain in the past. Until, that is, I went down to the pool in my bikini and there he was sunbathing on the sunbed next to mine.
He wasn’t just staying at the same hotel as me, he was sleeping in the room next door to mine.
Oh. My. God.
Warning: a relaxed, romantic comedy with large doses of uninhibited sex at high temperatures, not suitable for minors or those who lack a sense of humour.