They laughed and splashed and swam for a good while in the warm water, diving through the waves made by the passing water taxis. Exhausted, they made their way back to the sun loungers and the cool of the thatched sun shades.
They’d got themselves resettled and Ben stood up and put on his shirt.
“Are we going? Not just yet, surely?” Mary asked.
“Oh no, not at all. I’m off to get us an ice cream. Portuguese ice cream is delicious. I won’t be long,” Ben replied, turning to head up to the beach bar.
“I think he’s taken a shine to you, young lady. I hope you’ve thought this through,” Lillian said to Mary. “Anyway, when in Rome. I reckon I’ll try a bit of that topless stuff. I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Don’t tell your father, though.”
Mary was looking to where Ben was heading, struggling to keep her eyes off him. She hadn’t really heard what her mother said as she watched the man with the roundest, most perfect ass she’d ever seen walk away.
“I think he’s just adorable, Mom. Wait, what did you say? Mom? Are you sure? What if Dad finds out?” Mary sputtered as she turned back to see her mother laid beside her with her bare breasts glowing white in the sunshine. “Make sure you put some oil on them or something or they’ll explode in this heat. I can’t believe you’re doing this. Really, Mom!”
Mary watched with indignation for a moment before she spotted Ben walking away amongst a sea of uncovered breasts. Maybe her mom was right.
“Well then, if you can’t beat them join them, right?” Mary concluded as she removed her own top and laid face down on the lounger alongside her mother.
Drying quickly from the midday sun, the pair lay drowsily under heavy sunglasses. Mary hadn’t been brave enough to turn over yet, but her mother was proudly resting on her lounger, her own generous breasts on display for anybody to see. Her Dad would soon figure out her mother had sunbathed without a top if she didn’t have any tan lines, Mary thought. But that was her mom’s business.
Ben was strolling back with three large ice creams in his hands, enjoying the view of the two women as he approached. It had taken him by surprise when he’d first saw them, Lillian face up, Mary face down. He wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t notice just how lovely Mary’s breasts were if she ever turned over, but felt he should look away from Lillian. With a shrug he walked up to the lounging women and cleared his throat.
“Here we go, ladies. Glad you decided to join in the party,” he said, laughing.
“Oh my god! You’re back!” Mary yelped as she tried frantically to scoop her ample breasts into the top of her bikini, jolting Ben’s arm.
In almost slow motion, one of the ice cream cones fell straight onto Lillian’s well exposed breasts. It sat for a moment, melting before it slid between her fiery cleavage and made its way downward.
Lillian jumped in shock as the rapidly melting ice cream seeped down her large bosom. Ben moved towards her with a large beach towel.
She glared up at him, stopping him, and looking down at the melting ice cream. A thick white line of had melted between her cleavage and somehow over one nipple.
“Ben. As delightful as you are, if you come near these tits with that towel, my husband will be over that ocean and pounding on your head before you’ve dried a single nipple. Now be so kind as to pass me the cone and the towel please,” Lillian said with embarrassed laughter.
Ben passed the two good cones to Mary. Still gazing at the spectacle in front of him, cautiously passed a cone and towel to Lillian.
Lillian took the cone and scooped what was left of the ice cream back onto it. She then wiped down the remains with the towel and passed it back to Ben.
“My god, Lillian, I am so sorry. It was a terrible accident,” Ben stammered as he lowered himself onto the lounger, unable to look at her for a moment.
He looked at Mary, now with her top on and back at Lillian. Lillian looked back at him and then at Mary. Then the three of them erupted into howls of laughter that had the rest of the beach staring over at them.
“I am so sorry, Ben. That was all my fault,” Mary said. “Sorry Mom. I bumped his arm when he got back and caused the ice cream to fall.”
“It’s okay, honey, it was darn cold ice cream that’s for sure. I don’t know who got the biggest shock there. Me or Ben.” Lillian laughed and cradled her breasts as if the ice cream had plopped onto her once more, chilling her.
“Weird, though. I was okay until Ben turned up. Maybe naked on a beach is just okay with strangers?” Mary said.
“Well I can go for a walk around town if you’d like. I certainly don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” Ben replied as he stared off over the sea, the memory of how glorious her breasts was making the need for a walk almost a requirement. He’d caught a memorable glimpse when she’d sat up to cover herself and it was a sight he wouldn’t soon forget.
“Oh good grief, no! It was all such a shock and I’m so sorry,” Mary said as she unclipped her top and let it fall beside her on the lounger. “See? I can be as continental as the next gal okay?”
“Good for you, Mary. Never thought of you as a quitter. Now stop staring and eat that ice cream, Ben,” Lillian chuckled.
Ben nodded and licked his ice cream. Yes, indeed he thought, this was a pair of very attractive ladies to be around. He’d do his best not to stare. He couldn’t stop wishing the ice cream had fallen on Mary’s nipples, or that they’d been alone so he could suck it away as she squirmed beneath him. He sighed deeply, wondering how he was going to get through the day.
It was well into the afternoon when they decided that swimming and sunbathing was hungry work and Ben recommended a fish restaurant not too far away. They got dressed and cycled over to the restaurant, following the unmistakable aroma of grilling fish and chicken. As usual with Portuguese dining, it was fresh and delicious. They eventually cycled home under a warm starlit sky, the once busy main road now silent as they crossed it.
They arrived home totally happy and exhausted and a brief goodnight had them all off to bed to collapse into a dreamless sleep. Except for Ben who dreamed of ice cream and just how long it would take to remove it from Mary’s breasts in neat orderly lines.
Chapter Eight
Mary and Lillian were sat out on the patio in the morning sunshine eating breakfast when Ben made his appearance at the gate.
“Good morning, Ben. Care for some breakfast?” Lillian asked cheerily.
“I’ll take a coffee with you, thanks, but I’ve already eaten,” Ben replied as he joined them at the large wooden table.
“You sure get up early, Ben,” Mary remarked.
“Got a fair bit to do today. Had an email last night and I need to spend the day working. Need to have an article written by the weekend. No big deal but it needs to be done,” Ben said as he accepted the mug of hot coffee from Lillian.
“That’s too bad, we were hoping you could join us on a trip today,” Mary said.
“I’m really sorry girls but I have to earn my keep if I want to stay in paradise,” Ben said. “Anyway, what are you planning? Another day at the beach?”
“Oh heavens no, not today. We realised we were short on clothes for this sort of weather so we thought we’d go to Faro and do some shopping,” Lillian replied.
“You should find all you need in Faro. Great town. But sorry, I really can’t go with you this time. I have an idea though. How about an adventure for you both? You ever been on a train?” Ben asked.
“A train? I’ve never been on a train in my life. That would be incredible!” Mary replied. “But we don’t speak Portuguese like you. I’m not sure we could manage it on our own.”
“Say what, girl? We got all the way from West Virginia in an airplane. I’m pretty sure we can manage a little ole train trip,” Lillian exclaimed.
And so through breakfast it was arranged. Ben would drive them to the local station and from there they would catch the train to Faro. Ben gave them his phone number and once they
got back to the local station he would come and pick them up again. It was all so simple and so well planned. Nothing at all could go wrong. Nothing.
Good as his word, Ben dropped them off at the train station and returned home to attempt to work as he thought about Mary. Perhaps he should have gone with them, he pondered, pacing the courtyard with a watering can while taking a break. Somehow, those two alone in a big town just wasn’t a good idea. He could drive to Faro and find them from the station. Wouldn’t take him long and the work could wait. It was just work after all. He sighed and sat down at his laptop and began to type. They were grown women after all. He sounded like an old mother hen fretting like that. He got up to make a cup of tea. They had his phone number. All would be well.
Mary and Lillian had boarded the train that arrived on the dot with a flurry of horns and bells to announce itself. Mary had ordered them two tickets to Faro in her best Portuguese, reading from an app on her phone. The guard smiled, repeated the phrase back to her and then politely said, in perfect English, “Have a wonderful vacation, ladies.”
Mary and Lillian looked at each other and the guard, laughed, and thanked him.
The trip was short but both of them were excited to be on a real train for the first time in their lives. They were amazed at the coastal scenery just outside of the window and both were excited to see not only boats resting on sand at the low tide but horses in areas spotted with grass. The landscape changed so quickly here. The train slowed as it approached the stations and the women anxiously looked for any signs to tell them where they were stopping each time.
People got on and off but the ladies stayed put, not seeing the word they were looking for. The train departed once more and they started to worry they’d somehow missed their stop when the train started to slow once more.
“Maybe we’ve missed it?” Lillian said anxiously, feeling a moment of helplessness as she looked around at the train filled with people. She didn’t know if any of them spoke English and without Ben, she was feeling the language barrier. It was a little bit terrifying.
“It’s okay, Momma, I’m sure we just haven’t got to it yet.” Mary observed her mother. Her intuition told her all she needed to know. “Don’t worry, if we’ve missed it we’ll just get another ticket back and ask the conductor which station we need to get off at. It’s alright.”
She patted her mother as the train came to a halt finally and gave her a reassuring smile. Staring through the window they saw the sign on the station platform stating large and loud they were now in Faro. Following the throng of other holiday makers and locals, they disembarked onto the busy platform with relieved laughs.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.” Mary took her mother’s arm.
They followed the crowd out of the station and onto the main road that lead into the town itself. Unlike the little villages, this was a real town with large buildings towering above them. They walked down the long boulevard into the town centre, heads spinning from one side of the road to the other taking in the mixture of modern and Moorish architecture.
The obvious first stop was a small café for a well-earned coffee and a pastry.
The two of them looked around at the milling shoppers and workers in both amusement and amazement. Neither of them had ever experienced city life at home, and abroad it was a bigger thrill. They sat sipping the hot coffee and nibbling on their food as they people watched.
“This is good, but we came for clothes and I haven’t seen anything like a clothes shop, Mom,” Mary said eventually.
“Well they all gotta dress, right? They don’t all sit home making the stuff like Gramma would. I’m sure they have clothes shops. Let’s get these finished and go find some,” Lillian replied, slurping the last creamy dregs of her coffee.
Mary took out her phone and prodded for the translator and rather proudly paid for the coffee and food. Then the clothing search began.
They hadn’t gone far before they came across a small bazaar run by two Indian women. Small on the outside perhaps, but inside it seemed to have endless aisles of all manner of clothing. They wandered the aisles for an age, passing each other to compare selections, coming together to swap choices and all the time accompanied by the two Indian women both offering suggestions and sizes.
As they made their way to the front of the store with their choices, they looked at each other in shock.
“Is this it then? We don’t need to go anywhere else. That was easy,” Lillian said, laughing.
“I don’t think we could carry much more if we wanted to,” Mary agreed, pulling out her wallet.
“Are you sure we need all this?” Lillian asked Mary, nodding at the huge mountain they’d selected.
“Well, yes. We need suitable stuff and this is it. We might as well get it all in one place I reckon. Cheer up Mom. We don’t get to do this every day,” Mary teased her mother, passing over her card for swiping.
“Just as well your dad isn’t here. He would throw a fit seeing me buying clothes like some runway model. You’re right. Once in a lifetime needs once in a lifetime treats,” Lillian said.
They waddled out of the small shop loaded up with bags and headed towards the seafront to find another well-deserved coffee. As they got towards the front they found themselves in a large throng of people milling around a large group of huge white tents. Towards the centre of the little tent city, they found an area of tables and chairs set out and plonked themselves down.
“There seems to be some sort of fair going on,” Lillian said as she scanned the crowd around them. “Maybe we have to pay to sit here,”
“No Madam, you don’t need to pay to sit down, but I would recommend you buy yourself a ticket to try the wine. It is quite wonderful,” a voice said from behind.
Sitting in a chair at an adjoining table, Lillian stared into the handsome face of a tall, dark Mediterranean looking man.
“I beg your pardon?” Lillian stuttered, both shocked at his impeccable English and his good looks.
“It’s a wine tasting, Madam. You go to that tent there,” he said pointing to one of the tents on the side, “And buy yourselves a wrist band. They will give you a glass and you can sample all the fine wines here.” The man raised his own glass to her and turned back to his table to converse with the well-dressed young lady he was with.
“Well, I don’t mind if I do. I’m about ready for a drink. Would you go and take a look how much it costs, Mary? I’ll watch the bags and rest my legs just now if you don’t mind,” Lillian said.
“Fine, Mom. Have a sit and give me a minute. If it’s too expensive we’ll just go find a cola somewhere okay?” Mary replied.
Mary headed over to the ticket tent and came back with a wrist band for them both and two glasses.
“Thought we’d start with this white one okay? The woman selling the bands said it was a good place to start,” Mary said as she settled down in the chair next to Lillian.
The woman had been right. The wine was light, fresh and crisp and not too dry. They both loved it. Lillian turned around to thank the man in the seat behind her and he in turn made some of his own recommendations, which they were happy to try. As the afternoon wore on the several wine servings were beginning to take their toll, and both Mary and Lillian were noticing the effects.
“I think, daughter dear, it might be wise if we attempt to find our way back to the train station. Don’t want to keep young Ben waiting all night for us now do we?” Lillian snickered as she downed the last of her wine.
“I think you might be right. I didn’t realise we’d spent so long here. Wonderful though, isn’t it? Maybe we should start something like this in town when we get back,” Mary replied, standing up and gathering bags.
They said their farewells to the man and his companion, and set off back the way they’d come. It was a long walk back up the hill to the train station, and the pair called for another coffee on the way, but soon they were back on the platform just as the train was pulling in to the station.
“Are we sure this is ours?” Lillian enquired as Mary scanned the name on the train.
“I guess they either run that way or the other way, Mom. Along the coast see?” Mary replied pointing to the notice board with the train layout on it.
They climbed aboard and Mary more confidently ordered and paid for their tickets.
The train had barely left the station before Lillian dozed off as the train rocked her to sleep.
Mary gazed out of the window, watching the landscape fall away as they sped along the track following the beautiful sandy coastline and the crystal clear sea. Mary was convinced it was the most wonderful place she’d ever seen in her life. Even better than in books or TV. She too drifted into a peaceful slumber as the train rolled on.
Mary woke with a jolt as a train guard shook her shoulder. She looked up at him confused and then out of the window. The train had stopped and the platform seemed unusually quiet.
“Hello?” Mary tried with the guard as she shook her mother to wake her up
The guard started pointing at the ticket in her hand and made a lot of gesticulating and ranting in their general direction. Mary, still groggy and totally confused, tried again.
“English? Do you speak English, sir? I do not understand,” she tried pitifully.
“Ah, English, of course, I should have known. You have not paid for your tickets, madam. You only paid to Livramento,” the guard replied, pointing at their tickets.
“Well, have we passed Livramento, sir? We really need to get off there. Our friend is meeting us,” Mary replied.
“Then your friend will be disappointed madam. Here in Spain, we take ticket jumping very seriously indeed,” the guard replied.
Lillian reached across from her seat towards the guard, now awake and terrified.
“Spain? We’re in Spain? Oh God, no! We need to be in Portugal! In Livramento! Please don’t put us in jail. I have heard awful things about Spanish jails,” she shrieked. Her eyes were round with fear and the guard saw tears forming in her eyes as she started to sniffle. “I’m too old to be going to jail.”
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