“But Jane will be back by then!”
“I know — when I say afterwards, I mean tonight. Leave it till then, eh-to please me?”
“Darling-you're not getting your…”
“Curse? No-that's not due for another week, as you should know my now. I'd just prefer to wait for tonight; we can take our time, then-it'll be much nicer after we've stored it up for a while. Imagine how it will be with Jane around, seeing each other and wanting each other, and all the time getting more and more sexy. By the time we do get to bed, well be ready for almost anything.” She pushed me off and stood up. “Come on — let's go for that swim-I want to get some tan.”
I had to be content with that, although seeing her in that bikini made things worse. We took towels and a bottle of tan lotion and went down to the beach.
As we swam around, I made several attempts to get her pants off her, but she wouldn't have it, treading water and hanging on to them for dear life.
“Shall we get out now, darling?” she called. “The tide's going out and we don't want to go out with it.”
We swam to the shallows and raced up the beach to where we had left our towels. Stella removed her halter and began to dry herself.
“Is it all right, do you think-to strip, I mean.”
“Of course-Rose owns a couple of acres round the bungalow; no one ever comes round here.”
I skinned my costume down to my hips and towelled myself down.
“Now lie on your tummy and I'll put some lotion on your back.”
I lay flat as Stella rubbed the lotion in from my shoulders down to my hips, then the backs of my thighs. “Turn over now.”
I stretched out on my back, arms above my head, as she bent over me.hands caressing as she massaged the tan lotion into my skin. She left my breasts until the last and I smiled up at her, seeing the expression in her eyes.
The lotion was greasy and her hands slithered over my breasts, bringing the nipples to full erection and ready for action. The hands went on caressing long after there was a need and she finished by bending and pressing a lingering kiss to each hotly-pointed tip.
“Now it's your turn.”
She handed over the bottle and lay on her stomach while I anointed her back and thighs. She sat up, then, and I sat behind her, my legs stretched out on either side of her hips, reaching round to grease her front from that position. I worked slowly up along her thighs, massaged the soft tummy until at last I had those two lovely big breasts, all slippery with the greasy lotion. I massaged and stroked them, feeling her nipples rise big and hot against my palms.
I heard her little murmurs of pleasure and I began kissing the back of her neck. I changed from stroking to squeezing and she leaned forward to break my hold. As my hands slid from her breasts, she turned over on to her stomach again, looking up at me and laughing.
“We said we'd wait until bed-time.”
“You said we'd wait until bed-time!”
“You hold your horses and come and lie down beside me. We must show some sort of a tan when we get home-Phil might start wondering what you were up to.”
We lay side by side and offered our backs to the sun for a while, then turned over for a slow grill to our fronts. About a quarter of an hour of that and Stella knelt over me and patted my belly.
“I think we ought to go in, now-we don't want to get sun-burnt. Besides, it must be going on for five o'clock-Jane should be back soon.”
I smiled up at her sleepily; the distant roll of the outgoing tide had made me drowsy.
“I suppose so.” I held my arms up. “One kiss?”
“That's the sort of thing Jane says, isn't it?” Nevertheless, she bent right over me until our slippery breasts slithered like firm blanc mange together.
I opened my mouth to meet her and we lay for a long minute, our parted lips pressed close, sharing each others breath. Another kiss was pressed to each of my breasts and I gently lifted each of hers to my mouth before we got up and climbed the steps up to the bungalow.
There were only about eight steps up from the beach, but they were quite steep and I nearly lost my footing as I looked up to see Stella's maddening bottom swaying and all but naked just a few inches from my nose. I took another quick step up and craned my neck to plant a quick kiss on one mobile cheek. She looked down, wagged her behind.
“Thank you, ma'am-I'll repay in kind later!”
We went on up to the bungalow, hardly looking where we were going, our eyes on each others bouncing, swaying breasts. Her hand came up and patted the undersides of mine and I stopped, trying to grab her, but she moved nimbly on.
“Uh-uh-later.” She skipped up the two steps to the door.
“I think if I have to wait until tonight, HI eat you!” I was mad for her.
As we went through the door, I bent and gave her another quick kiss on the side of one breast, slipping an arm about her waist.
“Stella, darling, can't we…”
“Have fun, you two? I might have joined you, but the tide's almost out.” Jane stood up from the window seat behind the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Jane! You're back early!” was all I could find to say.
“Not all that much-it's just on five.”
“How-how long have you been in?” asked Stella faintly, stretching the halter across her breasts and tying it at the back.
“Oh, about half an hour, I suppose.”
I remembered my swim-suit and pulled it up to a more decent position. I desperately wanted to look at Jane's face to see what sort of expression she had-her voice gave nothing away-but I couldn't risk meeting her eyes just then. Had she watched us coming up the path? And, much worse-had she seen us down on the beach? She would only have had to look down from the top of the steps. I wanted time to think; I brushed past her, heading for the bedroom.
“Start getting tea, darling,” I tried to infuse lightness into my voice, but it sounded flat and hoarse. “I'll come and help as soon as I'm dressed.”
I went into the bedroom and stripped off my costume, numbly towelled off the surplus lotion. As I stepped into a pair of panties, Stella came in.
“Oh. Stella-what am I going to do now? Did she say anything after I came in here?”
“Nothing much. I asked her if she'd enjoyed her trip round Bridlington and if she had had a good lunch and she said she had, that's all. I must say, though-she sounded just a little bit peculiar: sort of preoccupied. But did she ogle me! Wow! — those hot little eyes of hers or, rather, big eyes! Did you notice the hot looks she was throwing at our bare titties before we covered up?”
“I was too shocked to notice anything.”
“Rita- you have one very sexy little girl on your hands!”
“She's got a very sexy mother on hers!” I said ruefully. “Did she say anything else?”
“Only that she was going to start getting tea, then she went into the kitchen. Come on-let's get dressed and have tea. Don't brood on it, darling; try and act as though nothing had happened-if she sees you looking all worried, she definitely will suspect something. She may not have noticed anything — we don't really know for sure.”
“She must have seen our antics as we came up the path-and she couldn't have missed my kissing you where I did.”
“That could have been in fun.”
“But supposing she looked down at us when we were on the beach-nobody could mistake that for fun!”
“We could go on supposing all night, Rita. Look- if she saw us, there's nothing we can do about it now. My advice is not to say anything or do anything that looks like you might be worried. Anyway, even if she did see us on the beach, she'll probably have forgotten all about it after she's gone back to school. Be thankful we didn't go any further than kissing and squeezing each others tits down there. We just might get away with that, but it would have spelt real disaster if we'd been groping for what we've got between our legs!”
We dressed, not bothering with stockings or suspender-belts, and I to
ok a deep breath, as we went to the door.
“Now remember,” Stella cautioned. “Try and act as normally as possible-that little action coming up the path could be explained away as fun; so, but at it pinch, I'll admit, could the beach episode-if she saw it.”
We went out and joined Jane in getting tea. I did my best during the meal, to make light conversation, but kept stealing glances at my daughter, trying to read what lay behind her expression. Stella came frequently to the rescue when I flagged or when the silence began to drag on too long. Jane's conversation was monosyllabic, but that wasn't an unusual occurrence especially towards the end of a holiday.
We got through the meal somehow and cleared a way. Stella stood at the window, looking out to sea, watching the golden clouds take on a reddish hue as evening drew near.
“I know!” She turned from the window as Jane switched on the radio. “How about a nice little drive blow away the cobwebs? There's still plenty of time before it gets dark. There's a nice public house about five miles from here; it has a garden at the back-the three of us could sit out there and have a drink. What do you like, Jane — lemonade! With perhaps a little dash of port for kicks?”
Jane didn't get wildly enthusiastic, but I saw her eyes open with interest, which was the most encouraging thing that had happened since we'd come back from our swim.
“If you'd like to,” she murmured.
“No-if you'd like to! This is your week-end, darling.” Stella smiled, flickering an eye-lid at me. “Would you?” she pressed.
“Yes-I think I'd like that.” She smiled, then. “And if I could have a lump of ice with it.”
“Whatever you want, my pet,” laughed Stella, both of us exchanging looks of relief.
I sat in the back, and, remembering the peeking I had done earlier, watched my daughter sitting beside Stella. I'm afraid she reminded me of me-if anything. Perhaps a little more blatant about it! It seemed that every other minute that blonde head was turning and ogling Stella's thighs; I wasn't sure whether I was annoyed, jealous-or both! Stella was wearing an even more clinging and shorter dress than she had before we went for our swim, and I knew she only had panties and bra underneath, so Jane was getting her money's worth!
I found I was looking at the scantily-clad female holiday-makers with new eyes. There were two or three dozen of them in the big garden at the back of the pub. Waiters flitted from table to table collecting and delivering orders and the inside bars were crowded.
The tables were spaced out on a close-cropped lawn the size of a tennis-court and surrounded by well-pruned trees, strung with lights ready for darkness.
Stella leaned towards me as Jane's attention was distracted.
“Look at that thing at my elbow-or have you seen it already?”
“What thing?”
“Here behind me.” She moved her eyes to indicate the direction. “She moved round behind you, now.”
I looked round quickly, not quite sure what I was looking for and nearly stuck my nose into one of the largest female bottoms I'd ever seen! I drew back and took stock as she turned to talk to a male companion. She must have been about six feet tall and had everything outsize to match. All she more were a pair of shorts and a silk scarf across her breasts, which stuck outwards and upwards like massive footballs. She couldn't have been more than about twenty-five or so.
“I actually had my elbow up her arse.”
“Stella!”
“True-she came too close and I turned and it went right between the cheeks; she apologised, too.”
“I hadn't noticed.”
“I know — you were too busy watching the other talent that abounds! How would you like to have her in bed, eh?”
“I don't think I'd know much about it-she could lay you out with one swipe of those great breasts!”
“I was nearly raped by a woman of her size once; she caught me in a toilet with my pants down. It was my own fault, really I was silly enough to have a drink in a pub frequented by lesbians, on the more sleazy side of London. You know-one of those moods when one takes a fancy to see how 'the other half live'. I suppose she noticed me eyeing one or two of the better looking locals and thought I was trying to get a pick-up for a few kicks.
“Well, I went to have a pee, and, of course, it had to be one of the places that don't have any locks on the doors. I was just squeezing out the last drops, when in walks this character. I got up and made a grab at my pants but I wasn't nearly quick enough; I hadn't got them half way up my legs when she had a great hamlike hand over my poor little cunny-.her hand covered the whole lot, including half my bottom! I don't know if you've ever had someone grab you there-I mean when you don't want it-but it's a revolting sensation-humiliating, too. Then she was trying to kiss me. Ugh! I'll never forget that horrible, beery breath!
“Things went from bad to worse; she started trying to push a finger up me. I screamed, then, and several people came in-including the publican! I got out feeling unclean, but lucky. I went straight home and soaked for hours in the bath, blushing every time I thought of all those people-a man included-seeing me with my knickers down and another woman's hand pawing me between my…”
“What are you two whispering about?” Jane's attention had come back to us. I began to feel uncomfortable again, when she added: “Something that I shouldn't know about?”
“I was just telling your mother about something that happened to me a long time ago.”
“Exciting?”
“Definitely not! Shall we have another drink before we go?” Stella was already catching the eye of a waiter. By the time she had given the order, Jane's mind had wandered off the subject.
However, the subject having been brought back rather spoilt the rest of the trip for me. I started to notice something else, then-Jane kept eyeing me when she thought I wasn't noticing, and she had the most peculiar expression on her face. I began to wish I was sitting behind her in the car. When we got back, I wished it were bed-time, so that I could shut myself in with Stella and not have to face those eyes.
I had convinced myself by now that she had seen everything that afternoon-even when we were down on the beach. I had also convinced myself that she had enough knowledge about the sexes to know what was going on between her mother and Stella.
By the time Jane went off to her room, I was feeling like a criminal.
“Come on, darling-I know what will pull you right.” She poured two stiff whiskies and handed me one; lit two cigarettes and stuck one in my mouth. Taking me by the arm, she led me into the bedroom, locking the door after us. “Now sit down there and talk it out of your system-by the time we've finished our cigarettes talk ceases, action starts. By the way-I have a surprise, for you and I don't want you all broody!”
“I won't be, Stella,” I smiled. “Even though this whole business about Jane has me worried sick I know I shall still enjoy our love-making-is that strange?”
“Of course it isn't; sex is as important as eating and drinking. One only ceases to want them when one is approaching the suicide stage-and it isn't nearly as serious as that.”
She sat on the bed beside me. “Is there anything you think I could do-any advice you want to ask? I'll do anything-after all, it was really me who got you into this in the first place; I practically raped you.”
“Oh, shut up! It became mutual before it got to the rape stage-how can you rape a willing woman? You gave me something I hadn't known I'd wanted before. That's all.” I finished the whisky and reached over to stub out my cigarette in the ash tray by the bed.
“And that's your talking time run out!” grinned Stella.
“Oh, all right, then.” I stood up, hands on hips and struck a sexy pose for her, pushing one hip out, “Now I suppose we strip for action?”
“Talk, if you want to-if it helps.”
“There's nothing to talk about and it certainly won't help. I'd rather forget it for tonight-and this is about the only way I can.”
“All right-strip!” Stella b
ounded up from the bed and began to struggle out of her dress while I did likewise. Once stripped to the buff and seeing Stella in all her naked glory, erotic excitement rapidly pushed all other worries from my mind. I pulled Stella to me for a long kiss, running my hands up and down her back, squeezing her plump bottom-cheeks, pressing myself to her to get as close as possible to that soft warmth.
“I must go to the toilet before we go any further, darling-won't be a minute.” She slipped on her negligee and went out.
To make myself as desirable as I could for her, combed my hair and quickly repaired my make-up being purposely a little heavy-handed with the lip-stick. I gave myself a spray, in the most important places, of my favourite perfume and drew an admiring “wow” when she came back. She looked closely at my car-mined lips, had a peck at them and sniffed deeply.
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