Horny on a Beach in Italy!

In my mid-thirties, I am on a breeze-caressed beach on an island off the coast of Italy. The beach is gorgeous and wide, surrounded by lush green hills sprinkled with colorful small hotels and homes. The water perfectly reflects the blue of the sky, interrupted only by small lazy waves. Even more gorgeous than the scenery are the European women--mostly German, French, and Italian I am told--who grace the beach with their shapely tanned bodies. What the U.S. beaches didn't prepare me for is that they come to the beach in their cutoff jeans or short-shorts and change right there in the open. One tall shapely woman who looks to be about my age comes to the exact same spot every day, which is directly ahead of my towel. Every day at eleven o'clock I watch her set down her bag, open her beach towel, kick off her flip-flops, and then undress and change into her bikini. Sometimes she already has her bikini top on under her blouse, but when she comes bra-less, she will bend forward, reach into her open mesh bag, fish out her bikini top, and put it on right in front of me and everyone. Then she pulls her cutoffs or shorts down and steps out of them, and I am looking--staring--gawking--(somewhat nonchalantly, I like to think)--at her long bare legs and the neatly-trimmed triangle of pussy hair. Appearing even more nonchalant than me, she puts one foot and then the other through the leg holes of her bikini and matter-of-factly pulls it up over her ankles, calves, and thighs until it finds its rightful place barely hiding her tummy, pussy, and ass.  Like I did as a teenager, I lay on my stomach to conceal my hard-on and the huge wet spot on my suit. But at this age, I am even more lustful. Yep, I am getting crazy horny right here on this beach! My hotel room is not more than a hundred footsteps and a few stairsteps away. It is dark and cool inside, a very inviting place to steal away with the images still in my mind's eye, close the door behind me, peel off my suit, and make myself feel really good. Here's the problem. My wife is on the towel next to mine. Rightfully, I should store up all this lusty horniness for some really good sex in the room with her. Rightfully I should. Truthfully, though, what I want is to be alone with my thoughts and feelings; naked, with a lot of guaranteed privacy; and ever-so-slowly tease my dick while I dream of being alone with that sexy European girl. Dream of sticking two fingers up her sexy wet cunt. Dream of flicking my tongue over her clit. Dream of running my hands up and down the backs of her thighs and over her firm round ass. Dream of laying her back and bringing my lips around each erect nipple, sucking it between my lips and teeth.  Yes, at this moment on this gorgeous beach on the Italian Riviera, all I really want is the time and privacy to hold on to these thoughts and stroke my erect penis to an incredible orgasm. I am on a beach in Italy and absolutely craving to beat off!