I stood on the pristine white sand of one of the fabulous beaches on the Thai island of Koh Phangan. The salty ocean breeze was tangling my long, dark brown hair into knots as it whipped at my face. The waves were crashing against the shore, the rhythmic sounds an audible reminder that I was on holiday, far away from the routines of my life. The sun's golden rays danced across the water, casting shimmering reflections on the surface of the sea.

My husband, John, was standing down by the water’s edge, gazing out towards the horizon. His piercing blue eyes were focused on something in the distance. I couldn’t tell what he was so fascinated by, but I didn't really care. I was far more interested in the group of people gathered on the beach a few metres away from me. As I got closer, I could see what they were so interested in.

They were gathered round a photographer, watching him take photos of a stunning young woman. I wasn’t sure of her ethnicity, but she wasn’t Thai. Maybe a mix of French or Italian with Thai - whatever it was - she was gorgeous. The photo session was obviously to promote the skimpiest of bikinis that the girl was modelling, and some of the poses were - well, let’s just say I could see why she had gathered a crowd! And her boobs were amazing! She posed with grace and poise as the camera shutter clicked away, capturing her beauty in a series of frozen moments.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was all curves and golden skin, a breathtaking sight to behold. I couldn't help but stare, she was so gorgeous. She was now modelling a particularly sexy yellow print bikini. I have seen skimpier bikinis, but on her, this was absolute perfection.

The model caught me staring at her and smiled, a radiant and warm expression that instantly put me at ease.

"Hi there," she said as she approached me. “I've noticed you on the beach before, haven’t I? Is this your first visit to Koh Phangan?”

“Yes," I replied, totally amazed that she had noticed me before. "It's my husband and my first visit here. Been here twelve days now and got just another two before we head back home to a cold and rainy England.”

“Cool," she grinned. “My name’s Maya, by the way - nice to meet you. Another two days, you say - hopefully we'll bump into each other again. If I'm lucky, that is,” she added with a smile. With that, she turned back to her photographer and continued with the photo shoot.

I stood frozen for a moment, staring at her perfect body and not knowing what to do. The image of her, her confident and sensual demeanour, was seared in my mind.

Later that evening, when we returned to the room after our evening meal, I realised I was still thinking about her. In fact, all day long I hadn't been able to shake her image from my mind - the smooth, golden skin, those voluptuous breasts, and those piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through me. Whatever her heritage, it was a perfect mix.

Before I could even begin to unwind, John was tucked under the covers, already snoring.

I stared at the ceiling, the fan whirring softly above us. I knew I needed some answers, so I slipped out of bed and made my way to the balcony. A warm breeze greeted me as I walked out into the balmy night. I leaned against the balcony, inhaling deeply, letting the fresh ocean air fill my lungs.

“Get a grip on yourself, for goodness' sake, Emily," I thought to myself. "Yes, she is stunning. Yes, I would love to see her again. But be honest with yourself - this was a chance meeting on a two-week holiday. You’ll never see her again. So forget her and enjoy the rest of your time here with John.”

But even so, there were three words that, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get out of my mind - ‘Tits, ass, pussy’. Words that had never been part of my vocabulary before but were now there, fuelled by this new hunger that seemed to be taking over my thoughts.

It seemed that this woman had converted my sexuality status from ‘curious’ to full-blown ‘bi’ from that one brief, chance meeting. God, how I lusted over her fucking body. I was overcome by an insatiable need to explore all her secret places - all her luscious, intimate crevices!

With that thought, I turned back to the room and tried to concentrate on looking forward to the 'couples massage’ which we’d booked for the next afternoon at the hotel's award-winning spa.

I tiptoed quietly across the bedroom floor and gently slipped between the sheets next to the still snoring John. I eventually fell into a deep sleep, a sleep full of dreams of me exploring Maya’s amazing body, wonderful, dirty dreams that left my pussy sodden with desire, desires I’d obviously kept hidden up till now.