Kapitel 3578: SEIZE THE MOMENT
Geoff stood back and looked at the kitchen wall he had just painted. "It's coming on," he thought to himself. Indeed, the old, dilapidated farmhouse in South Derbyshire was edging toward being habitable. Then the phone in his overall pocket ran He reached for it and cursed as he covered the keyboard in emulsion paint.
"Yes, Mother.
"No, it's not inconvenient.
"I can come by in about an hour."
His parents, who lived a few miles away on the outskirts of Derby, wanted to see him for a couple of minutes. He could hear his father laughing in the background. "Poor lad," he kept saying.
So, Geoff washed his roller and brushes, and put away various tools and ladders before locking up and making the short drive to the big family home. His father was a senior engineer with a big aerospace firm, working on atomic submarine engines, but he rarely spoke about it. "Hush, hush, son," was all he would say.
"What's the problem, Mum?" he said as his dad rolled his eyes.
"Well, your sister has had a bit of a setback. She has caught a virus in the hospital, and they have locked her and some colleagues down for two weeks." is younger sister, Josie, was a junior doctor in the A&E at the big local hospital.
"Oh dear, said Geoff, "will she be, okay?"
"Yes, she'll be fine, but now she can't go on that week's holiday with your Aunt Marjorie and your cousin Janet."
Dad made the sign of the cross as though in a vampire movie.
"So, here's the proposal: As you have the same surname, and Marjorie cannot change the booking that's been paid for - do you want to go in her place?"
"What? Holiday with Aunty Marjorie?" asked Geoff, and his dad started to laugh and pretended to hang himself. Marjorie was Dad's younger sister by a few years, aged about 46. Janet was his sister's age - 24 - whereas Geoff had just turned 28.
Mum said, "I know you were taking some time off work in a week or so to work on the farmhouse, so it would mean going to Spain for a week instead."
Geoff though about it for a few minutes. The family saw very little of his aunt and cousin, except for odd visits and the inevitable funerals. He got on well with Janet, who he found rather shy and a bit under the thumb of her mother. Marjorie was a senior partner in a large national firm of accountants that was based in Manchester. She was tall, skinny, and rather austere; she also had a big nose - a characteristic that she shared with her brother. She seemed very work-driven and lived alone in a very posh neighborhood in rural Cheshire. Janet was also a qualified accountant but worked for a merchant bank in Manchester. She shared a house with some other girls, having moved out a while back, and Geoff had always sensed a bit of tension between mother and daughter.
"Why not." he thought to himself. "I need a break, and a week by a pool with some potentially attractive hotel guests seems a good idea."
"I'll go," said to his mother.
"You must be desperate," said his father. "I wouldn't go if she paid me!"
"I will phone her now," said Mum. "I guess you will be getting your instructions within the hour."
Sure, enough when Geoff got home there was some incoming mail on his laptop. Marjorie had sent him the full itinerary, with his time to be at Manchester airport and what he had to bring in the way of clothing - jacket required for the evening meal, for instance - and also asked for his passport number. It was all very businesslike, and, he suspected, a sign of things to come. On a lighter note, Janet had texted to remind him to bring his tennis racquet, with a rejoinder that she would 'whup his ass,' which was probably correct as she was an excellent, talented player.
Geoff's family name was Jackson, and, indeed, Marjorie had reverted to that when her husband - Janet's father - had died some years ago. Janet still used her birth name of Wilson. Geoff was never sure of the exact circumstances, and his father would never discuss it. Marjorie and Justin had married as soon as they both left Uni, which was a surprise to the family, and Janet had come along soon after. But then Justin had started to have mental issues, culminating in a breakdown, and he'd died in an accident on a railway level crossing when Janet was just four. It had been declared an accident, although there' were hints that it was self-inflicted.
Geoff opened another text from Janet, giving him a link to the hotel's website so that he could look at the brochure. Her only comment was that he should ignore page seven. He opened the brochure to discover that there were, in fact, two hotels on a very extensive site in southern Spain: Norte (North) and Sur (South). North was set up for family holidays with plenty of play areas and suchlike. South, a couple of kilometers away, was strictly adults only; they didn't accept any guests under age 18. "Smart marketing." thought Geoff. "I bet they are both popular."
Behind the hotels were two extensive 18-hole golf courses and a tennis complex. The whole setup looked - and was - expensive. Of course, he promptly turned to the forbidden page seven in the South section
There were two beaches for South, the larger being in front of the hotel and stretching away towards North. Some distance away further south was separate beach, adjacent to a rocky headland jutting out into the sea. This, the brochure explained, was a clothing optional beach, and guests were ferried to and from by a tractor pulling a small string of trailers. Both beaches had basic catering facilities.
Geoff texted back: "Are we all getting our kit off, then?"
Janet replied: "Do you want brown buns, cousin? Mother says we can't even think about it, otherwise there will be impure thoughts. It's the hotel pool or the textile beach for us, full stop."
Geoff grinned, and then phoned his business partner, Simon to tell him he was having a holiday instead of working on his farmhouse. They had met at Uni. Geoff had read chemical engineering, and Simon business studies and marketing. Simon's uncle owned a small company in Derby working in fiberglass and general plastic fabrications. The two friends shared a hobby - canoeing - and used the uncle's workshop to mend their kayaks after the inevitable bumps and scrapes. Geoff's specialty at Uni had been research into composites such as carbon fiber and resin laminates, so they'd decided to fabricate their own, very strong, lightweight kayaks. They were immediately successful, and they'd been inundated with requests for replicas. So, whilst still full-time students they'd set about small scale production. On leaving Uni, Simon's uncle had said that he was retiring, and had offered them his business. Geoff had scraped together his 50% of the equity, helped by a small legacy and a loan from his dad, and the pair had entered the world of work at age 23. Over the next five years they'd made very good progress utilizing Geoff's technical acumen and Simon's commercial and marketing flair, expanding into different products and markets.
"Have a good one," said Simon. "You've been banned from the bare beach, though? What a waste! You would have a permanent stiffy"
Geoff laughed but did wonder what it would be like.
SATURDAY
The three met in the departure concourse at Manchester Airport. Geoff saw Janet first. She looked very chic in tailored slacks and a lightweight jumper, her hair cut in a fashionable bob and wearing her usual large, tortoiseshell glasses.
"Where's Aunt Marjorie?" he asked.
"Arguing with the booking desk about the baggage allowance. She is probably asking to speak to the Chairman of British Airways about it."
Marjorie strode across the concourse towards her sizeable pile of expensive luggage. "Damn jobsworths," she muttered, and then saw Geoff.
"Hello Geoff, how is my brother and your dear sister? Is she coping with isolation?"
Her face was grim, and she soon turned to berate the receptionist without waiting for an answer. Marjorie, half a head taller than Janet, was wearing cream trousers and a pale blue blazer over a patterned blouse. It didn't look the most comfortable travel wear. Janet had but a single modest-sized suitcase, as did Geoff. He only brought a suitcase as he need to store a couple of jackets and two tennis racquets. As they were queuing to board the Airbus, Geoff asked Janet what the purpose of the trip in early summer was.
"Mum's practice has done a lot of work for one of the resort's investors, and this holiday is a thank-you freebie. Mind you, the scheduled air fares are quite expensive."
"What's my share of the tickets. Aunt Marjorie? I like to pay my own way."
"I think we can drop the 'Aunt' prefix for this week, if that's okay, and don't worry about the airfare." With that, Marjorie returned to her tablet computer and continued to tap away at some report or other. It was a nice, cloudless day, so Geoff just looked out of the window as they overflew France and enjoyed a couple of beers. Janet dozed the whole way.
They were met at the airport by a smart shuttlebus, and an hour or so later it turned through some security gates onto a paved road running down the side of an immaculate golf course. Within few minutes they crested a rise to see the blue Mediterranean stretching to the horizon, and the white, rendered walls of a large, low-rise hotel.
Marjorie called a summit meeting. "This is a complimentary booking, so I can't really start to adjust, but we will be sharing just the one room, although I am told it is a good size. I trust we will all respect one another's privacy."
"Of course," responded the cousins.
Indeed, the room was of a very generous size, with a sea view balcony, large windows, a sizable bathroom with a walk-in shower, and two queen size beds a respectable distance apart
"I can take the couch if you want," said Geoff gallantly, but Marjorie said she and Janet would share the one nearest the window and asked if he snored.
"Not that I've noticed," replied Geoff with a grin.
They unpacked, and Geoff went downstairs for a walk round whilst the ladies showered and changed. Then he had a quick shower and changed into a polo shirt and chinos. When they'd checked in, they'd each been given a rubber wrist band with an embedded microchip. As the hotel was almost cashless, the chip was used for all purchases - except in the little shopping mall - and could be used at the swimming pool terrace café and the small beach bars.
They were escorted into a large bar where they were handed complimentary drinks, and then listened to a 'pep talk' by one of the managers. He explained the procedure for playing golf and tennis, then announced a few other events. Apparently, there would be a guests' bridge tournament on Thursday afternoon and a guests' ballroom dancing competition on Friday evening. Additionally, on Wednesday afternoon there would be a complimentary coach trip inland to a large street market. He concluded with information about the beaches: the large one in front of the hotel was for general use; there was a lifeguard in attendance and a popular beach café. There was a half kilometer gap between the main beach and the small beach by the headland. On that beach, clothing was optional, and everyone was asked to respect one another. Cameras were prohibited. Access was only by traveling on the tractor and trailer 'train,' which shuttled back and forth all day. With that, he told them that, as it was Saturday, it was Fiesta Night, so after dinner there would be a lively floorshow.
The three then strolled outside onto the terrace that overlooked the large swimming pool and wandered through the spacious atrium and public rooms before heading for the bar and into the dining room. Janet was now wearing a check miniskirt that showed off her very elegant legs, together with a black sleeveless top with a high neck. Geoff noticed that she was wearing a padded bra to mitigate what seemed to be her otherwise flat chest. She had put on some subtle makeup and placed a red band in her hair. Geoff thought she looked most attractive. Marjorie was wearing a green dress that came to mid-calf, which had an embroidered bodice top, and she also looked very elegant. Geoff couldn't help noticing that she also had a very small bust, although she carried it all off with aplomb.
Dinner was excellent, and the complimentary wine - which Geoff feared might be rough - was smooth and mellow. As the dessert course was being cleared away, a smartly dressed middle-aged lady came across to their table.
"Hi, are you just in today? My name is Eunice, and I was hoping that one of you plays bridge, because we are stuck for a fourth this week, and we play most afternoons when the boys are golfing." She waved to a nearby table with two ladies and three men looking at them.
"I play most weeks," said Marjorie, "but I don't know if I will be good enough."
"I am sure you will be. Let me introduce you to the others."
They all walked across to the other table. "These are my fellow cardsharps, Joyce and Freda, and our better halves are Ron, Ken and Colin." There were handshakes all round.
"Now please tell us that one of you plays golf," said Ron. "We play most days and three is a bum number."
"I am so sorry," said Geoff, "I have never played. I have brought my tennis racquet, though, and have a grudge match with Janet coming up."
There was a chorus of damns from the three old boys, and an invitation to join them in a round of drinks. It became apparent that this was their fifth visit to Solaris, where the boys played golf and the girls played cards, and they all enjoyed the sun. They were all retired and seemed quite well off. As everyone drifted into the concert lounge for the floorshow, Colin nudged Geoff and asked him if he was going to try the nude beach.
"Marjorie will have my balls nailed to the balcony if I even think about it."
Unbeknownst to Geoff, Joyce had murmured the same question to Janet, who'd blushed, stuttered, spluttered, and shook her head.
Nobody asked Marjorie.
They watched the Fiesta for an hour or so, with some pretty girls in red dresses twirling to the sound of guitar and castanets, but fatigue set in, and they retired to their room. Geoff used the bathroom first, emerging dressed in well-worn shortie pajamas, and he slid into his bed at the end of the room. Marjorie was next and exited dressed in expensive-looking cream silk pajamas, followed by Janet, who was wearing a long nightshirt. Geoff risked a peek as she slid into bed, exposing most of a long, muscular leg, and he wondered if she was wearing panties. She took off her glasses and blew him a kiss. "Down, boy!"
SUNDAY
The next day was Sunday, their first full day and they decided to spend it by the pool, or on the beach, with lunch in the terrace café, so Geoff offered to make a speedy change, and put on his swim trunks and a long tee shirt before descending to the restaurant and heading for the generous buffet. He was hailed by the six oldsters, who were looking remarkably bright and breezy, and they filled him in with everything he needed to know about the resort. Marjorie and Janet eventually joined them, they had taken their time getting ready and both looked very chic. They had smart wraps covering their swimwear, and whilst Janet was wearing rope soled sandals, her mother had some very fashionable ones with cross cords over her calves. The three ladies persuaded Marjorie to join them for a few hands of bridge after lunch, whilst the old boys headed for the golf course, as Ken had brought along a set of new balls that he reckoned to add ten yards to his drive. The three newcomers bagged three sun loungers on the terrace overlooking the pool, laid out their towels and set down the beach bag.
Of all the sports to build up your arm and chest muscles, kayaking rates somewhere near the top. Coupled with some months of hefting concrete blocks and bags of cement, Geoff had a ripped physique, with powerful upper arms, pectorals, and abductors and as he peeled off his tee shirt Janet gasped and spoke
"Wow, what have you been hiding?"
"Just hard work and clean living, ladies, but the sun doesn't get to the legs inside a canoe!"
Marjorie gave him a long look;" Those are some muscles, don't frighten the other guests"
Geoff just smiled, as Marjorie took off her wrap to reveal a slinky one-piece costume with a high cut leg to enhance her long limbs. The top had was decorated with a bunched flower effect to disguise the lack of a bust. Janet disrobed to reveal a very conservative two piece, with a deep, wired halter top in blue check and with matching shorts. They both put on floppy sunhats and Janet exchanged her specs for a pair of large sunglasses. They just lazed away most of the morning, Geoff and Janet went in the pool a couple of times, unlike Marjorie, and a handsome waiter delivered a round of drinks. They had a snack lunch in the Terrace café, and then Marjorie announced that she was going to get changed and meet the girls for a few hands of bridge. As she hurried off, Janet said.
"Mum is an absolute killer at bridge, she plays twice a week and is very competitive, I feel a bit sorry for the other three."
The cousins returned to the poolside loungers, and swapped stories about their time at college. Geoff discovered that Janet had a wicked sense of humor, with an infectious giggle and the day flew by.
Drinks and dinner with the six senior citizens were good fun, and Geoff sensed that his aunt was staring to loosen up. The old boys still moaned at Geoff for not learning to play golf, and offered lessons, but he smiled a polite refusal. The dinner itself took the form of an al fresco barbecue on the wide terrace, with an excellent guitarist playing Spanish music. They retired late and were soon asleep.
MONDAY.
The next morning Geoff was awake but kept his eyes half closed to peek at Janet as she swung her legs out of bed, but she didn't flash anything interesting, then it was his turn for the bathroom for a quick shower and shave and a change into tee shirt and swimwear. After breakfast they once again sunned by the pool, Janet still in her conservative two-piece and his aunt in another slinky one piece, this one in black.
Marjorie was very fidgety, as she wanted to get into the bridge game, and she left to get changed just before lunch, so the cousins had tapas and a bottle of white wine at the café. Then Geoff said.
"Anyone for tennis?" and grinned at Janet, who laughed and nodded, so they had another coffee and went to the room to get changed. Geoff put on a pair of boxers and his sports shorts together with a clean tee shirt and a pair of battered trainers. Janet went into the bathroom and emerged in a white tennis dress with bright red shoes. She flashed him her sports knickers, also in red. A red eyeshade completed the outfit. Geoff told her she looked amazing, and she responded with a beaming smile.
They picked up their racquets and got into a golf buggy to head for the courts complex, where they purchased two tubes of balls from the pro shop. They started to knock up and Geoff soon realized he was very out of practice. He had been a fair player at Uni, and could hold his own in a doubles match, but Janet, who had been to tennis school in her teens and still played regularly, was a much better player.
"Best of three?" said Geoff.
"You've no chance," came the reply, what's the prize for the champ?"
"We'll work something out."
Geoff won the toss and served. He lost the first game to love, as Janet had him scrambling side to side with her accurate, looping drives. He was soon staring at match point, and indeed lost the set 6 to 1. But he found that, if he kept hammering at her backhand, she would often spoon the ball up for him to smash away. He gradually drew ahead and won the second set 6 to 4.
It was by far the liveliest match on the complex, and a small crowd had formed at the side of the court. Two women in tennis gear and smart blousons were obviously staff, and there were several youngsters who were apparently there for lessons. "Brava," said one of the ladies, is this the deciding set?" They nodded, and the woman gestured to the youngsters; "They will be your ball catchers, it's good practice, they are at a big tournament next week."
Geoff started the set well, but Janet changed tactics and started playing dropshots, steadily amassing points, winning the set 6 to 4, which drew a round of applause from the small crowd. Geoff gave Janet a kiss.
"Well played."
"So, what's my prize?"
"Coming up.
They toweled off and glugged a bottle of water, then, mounting the buggy Geoff headed for the small shopping mall behind Solaris, there were the usual stores selling souvenirs and sunglasses, plus a pharmacy, and three or four clothes retailers. Geoff took Janet's hand, and - still in their tennis gear - led her into the largest clothes shop, which seemed to sell anything from bikinis to ball gowns.
"Give me a moment," he said, and Janet started to look through the bargain rail. Geoff headed for a pretty shop assistant.
"Do you speak English?" The assistant smiled and nodded.
"Can you help us? I want to buy my friend a new modern bikini, but she is self-conscious about her small bust." The girl gathered several boxes from the shelves and went across To Janet, leading her to the end of the store and though a curtain. After a period of silence, he could here Janet's raised Voice.
"No Way, I can't wear that!"
Then he heard the shop girl start talking, and after several minutes the curtain was pulled aside, and Janet stepped though.
Geoff's jaw dropped. Janet was wearing a tiny red polka dot bikini which showed off her long muscular legs and flat stomach, whilst the top was tailored so that her small breasts were pushed up and together. The effect was stunning, although Janet seemed embarrassed.
"I think I look good, but there are too many white bits showing, and mother will have a fit"
"A couple of days in the sun will sort the white bits, leave Marjorie to me" By the way, are you the same size?"
"Yes, why?"
Geoff turned to the assistant and fished out his Visa card; "We'll take that one, and one in green if you've got one."
As they headed back to the room to get changed out of tennis gear, Janet squeezed his hand and thanked him, but said she didn't know where she would wear it.
"Pool tomorrow," said Geoff, with a grin, and returned the squeeze.
The card players, golfers, and tennis players met up for drinks before dinner and talked about the day. Eunice told the cousins that Marjorie was a demon player, and that they would team up for Thursday's tournament. However, it seemed Ken's new golf balls wouldn't fly straight and there was a lot of banter. When they learned that Janet had won the tennis, Geoff came in for some more derision. After another excellent meal, they took their drinks into the concert lounge, where most of the floor had been cleared for dancing to a lively six-piece combo and a Tina Turner lookalike singer. Geoff asked Janet for a dance.
"Mother's much better than me, she was on the dance team at college." Geoff held Janet in his arms as they reeled off a lively quickstep. Geoff was a very confident dancer, when he and his sister were just teenagers his mother packed them off for ballroom lessons every week much to his annoyance, as he would rather be out with his friends. But the siblings became very polished dancers, and were entered into competitions to his mother's delight, but it all stopped when they went into college. So, for the next dance, Geoff asked his aunt. She was dressed in in another expensive number, a maroon silk dress with a hem just above the knee and a pair of maroon strappy heels.
Whilst Janet was a good dancer, Marjorie was in another league. They swooped though a foxtrot and Marjorie said.
"You have hidden talent, Geoff, where did you learn to dance like that?
"I was forced into it as a teenager, so when did you last have a twirl?"
"Years and years ago, what was your favorite dance?
"Josie and I won some trophies dancing Latin American, although I will have forgotten the moves by now."
At the end of the dance Marjorie walked across to the bandleader and said something.
"Right, folks," she said, turning to the seven sat at the table, let's see if this young man can dance."
The band struck up a very good Cha-cha-cha, and Marjorie held her hand out to Geoff. This was something he could really do. It was surprisingly good to feel Marjorie undulating against him as they sashayed back and forth and when he pushed his lead leg between hers, she clamped him tight which sent a rush of blood to his head. And groin. They got back to the table and the old boys had written some numbers on the back of the menus which they held up and applauded. Geoff sat down and gulped his beer. Marjorie was beginning to surprise him.
TUESDAY
Tuesday morning Geoff was awake - as was his habit - by 0645. And for the first time in ages, he felt a morning wood. He reached down under the covers and released his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze and stroke. His mind drifted between Janet in her new bikini and Marjorie clamping his leg in a vice. Bad boy, he said to himself, and considered going to the bathroom for a good blowout. But Janet then got out of bed in her long nightshirt and headed for the bathroom instead. Geoff groaned, and feigned sleep. But as soon as Janet returned, Marjorie got out of bed in her silk pajamas and started to open the curtains. "Bugger." thought Geoff, "where is the privacy?"
Eventually they sorted themselves out, and after a rapid shower and shave Geoff was first to be dressed in swim shorts and tee shirt, and he set off in search of a coffee.
The three older couples were already at the buffet, Eunice said they had another bridge afternoon planned, whilst Ron had been in the golf pro shop and bought a new putter which he was convinced would be worth three shots per round. Marjorie and Janet were much later than usual, and it was apparent that they had been arguing.
"What's up?" said Geoff to Janet, as her mother stalked off towards the fruit juice counter.
"We've had words," said Janet, and pulled her beach wrap partly to one side to reveal the new polka dot bikini. "She thinks I look like a stripper."
"You look terrific."
"Well, tell her that."
"I will."
By the time Marjorie had selected her breakfast the others had left, and the trio sat at a corner table. Marjorie glared at Geoff.
"So, you bought Jezebel this glamour outfit?"
"Yes, it was her prize for winning the tennis final."
"It's disgusting, if you go out there, please don't sit anywhere near me, they might think we're related."
"Marjorie, your daughter is a beautiful, vivacious young woman. Her swimsuit was awful, she might as well have been wearing a boiler suit. I've seen body armor that's more attractive. She gets more stares wearing that than wearing her tennis prize."
"Harumph....."
"Anyway, I haven't left you out. This is for being a good dancer last night." And Geoff produced the gift bag from the boutique and handed it to Marjorie. She looked inside at the green polka dot bikini.
"You don't expect me to wear that. You are a pervert, nephew. "
I think you will look good in that - do you fancy a bronzed tummy?"
There were giggles from Janet and grumbles from her mother, but they eventually subsided, and they all went out to the sun terrace. Geoff once more peeled off his tee shirt to reveal rippling muscles, and Marjorie lay down, this time in a fetching gold one-piece. Taking a deep breath, Janet took off her wrap to reveal her new bikini but chose to lay on her stomach on the lounger. Marjorie put on a big sun hat and designer shades and started reading a book. Geoff and Janet started talking about nothing in particular, and then Janet asked about Geoff and Simon's business. He explained to Janet what composites were, and how the business had grown. She asked what plans they had for the future and Geoff said that they had a big decision to make about a better autoclave. This is a heated pressure vessel that can 'cure' the carbon fiber to give it steel-like strength, but they were expensive, and they looked like having to raise debt to pay for it. Janet asked him if they had researched any technology grants and said this was part of what she did at the merchant bank.
"How much will it cost to buy and install?"
"About fifty grand, but it will speed up what we do, and open up some new markets."
"Will it be big enough?"
"For now, yes."
"Let me email a colleague." and she pulled a small MacBook from the beach bag and rattled off a message.
They resumed general conversation, pausing to apply sunscreen to Janet's newly exposed skin, and Marjorie announced that she was off to get changed and to have lunch with the girls before more bridge.
Geoff and Janet moved to the poolside café and ordered some beer and tapas. Janet looked at Geoff and asked:
"Can I ask why you and Melody split up; you don't have to tell but I would like to know. I only met her once, she seemed nice" Melody had been Geoff's girlfriend for the last couple of years, but they had split up just before Christmas.
"In essence - money. She couldn't get enough of it, and she just loved to spend it. We shared a nice apartment in town, she couldn't afford it so me paying half the rent was welcome. But I had to bail her credit card out three or four times. Then when I inherited the old run-down farm from grandma, she kept pestering me to sell it and buy something ready done. Melody worked for a mid-sized estate agency with a couple of branches and let on that they had a client always looking for prospects, indeed she had told him about the farm, and he had been to look at it when I wasn't there. He would have converted it into a mini mansion, and looked to build on the adjacent fields, I became very angry as I suspected she was in for a big backhander if the sale and planning went through. So, I moved out and bunked at the farm, which was very basic but there was only me. She started to become close to her boss who owned the business, resulting in him leaving his wife and two small children. Then she was running round in a Porsche Boxster, and they were taking luxury holidays. One of her coworkers at the agency keeps texting me with gossip as the staff resent her working there and sleeping with the boss, she reckons it will all go bang."
"Looks like you dodged a bullet then, cousin."
"Yes, there were some tears and anger, but it was never going to work out."
Janet reached out and squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry, Cuz."
"So, why did you and Gary split up?" Janet and Gary had been an item from leaving Uni, and we all expected them to get married.
"It wasn't money, Gary comes from a very wealthy family, his father is the senior partner in the accountancy practice and Gary will follow him on. But it all started to grind to a halt. Plus, mother never liked him, she said he had no ambition and was just coasting along. Eventually it just fizzled out last September, we had been on a nice holiday to Italy, but it was a chore, so we split."
"Looks like we've both been through it, let's have another beer, no one is driving anywhere"
"There's a bit more to it than I've told you, but it's rather difficult, maybe some other time."
Geoff sensed her reticence and squeezed her hand and then ordered more beer and tapas.
"What shall we do this afternoon, then?"
"What have you in mind?"
Carpe Diem - Seize the Moment
"I think we should go on the at little train to see what the nude beach looks like"
"What, you and me with no clothes on?"
"Well, your mother is busy at the moment"
"I am not sure"
"Neither am I, I am thinking of going on the train, looking at the beach and if we panic, we can come straight back again."
"I still don't know."
"Are you going back without giving it a whirl? You may never have another chance. And I'm no threat."
"I don't have any breasts and I bet the beach is full of them."
"I am no shakes with my clothes off, promise not to laugh."
" Mother won't like it."
"Mother's not coming."
"Come on, one more beer and we are going," and Geoff waved at the barman.
"Now I need a pee."
" Me too, make it a quickie"
Somewhat nervously, Janet put on her wrap, Geoff put on his shirt, and they waited in a small queue for the little tractor to return. The passengers were a mixed lot, mostly older than the cousins. Reaching the end of the unsurfaced road, everyone got off and headed down the shallow steps to the beach. There were maybe only one hundred people scattered over the wide expanse, so there was plenty of space for privacy.
"OK?" said Geoff
"We may as well," said Janet and they moved to pass in front of the small log cabin which was serving drinks and snacks. One of the bar staff was a strikingly attractive tall blond girl who looked Scandinavian. The bar staff all wore shorts, presumably obeying some EU hygiene directive but she was topless, with a magnificent rack in front of her, high, firm breasts and stiff nipples, Geoff tried to look without staring.
"I can't get my top off with those in sight."
"You'll do just fine."
And they then spotted an elderly couple walking up towards the steps. Both looked to be in their sixties, tanned all over, carrying towels and a beach bag. The lady was short and skinny, her companion likewise but with an enormous penis. It hung down from his groin and flapped against his thighs like a python. The cousins tried not to look.
"Now I will feel inadequate," said Geoff
"It's like a firehose. "
They linked arms and walked down towards the sea to a spot without close company. Geoff reached into the beach bag and produced two towels, which he laid on the raked sand side by side. Taking the initiative, he peeled off his shirt, wriggled out of his swim trunks and sat down. Janet took a deep breath, and, whilst keeping her sunhat and shades on, undid her bikini top and dropped it into the bag, and then untied one side of her bikini bottoms, stepped out of them, and put those in the bag. She also sat down on her towel and smiled at Geoff.
"Done it."
"Janet, you look wonderful" When was the last time you did this?"
"About twenty years ago, aged five, on the beach in North Wales, mother had rented a caravan in Abersoch."
They both looked at one another without embarrassment, Janet looked at Geoff's penis, which was flaccid but rather larger than her erstwhile boyfriend. Geoff looked at Janet's breasts, they were just large swellings on her chest although firm and proud, but her nipples were startling. Rather like two cocktail sausages they poked out horizontally, the color of milk chocolate against her white skin. He was fascinated. At the base of her stomach was a vee of close-cropped hair, above a pair of flat outer lips that were clamped tight shut, there being no mons veneris nor any trace of a bump indicating the site of her clitoris. Again, he was intrigued but turned and lay face down on his towel. Janet lifted a bottle of water from the bag, took a swig and offered it to Geoff who smiled his thanks. Then, as though it was the natural thing to do, she opened a bottle of sunscreen and, whilst still sitting, proceeded to slaver the oil all over her arms, chest, stomach, and groin indeed anywhere there was any white skin. Geoff turned his head and watched. It was one of the most erotic sights he had ever witnessed, and he fought to keep his erection down.
Janet then lay on her front and asked him to do the same to her back. To do this, Geoff had to get onto his knees and his cock started to lift despite his concentration. He began by oiling her back, and then her legs, eventually rubbing the oil onto her pale buttocks. Janet squirmed and giggled.
Are you helping with the sunscreen or lubing me up, cousin?" Geoff paused his efforts, but his erection ignored his brain's instruction.
"That's done," he said, and quickly rolled onto his towel, face down.
"My turn, I'll open a fresh bottle."
Don't you know there's an oil shortage." Geoff felt the oil being poured onto his shoulders, running down his back. Janet rubbed it into his back and then his legs. She left his buttocks until last, and her hand found its way up his thigh until her hand nudged his balls.
"Will that be all sirs; shall we do the other side?"
"Jan, I have to say no, I admit to having a boner and the other folks on the beach would not be pleased to see it. Give me a few minutes and it will calm down. You can't blame the little chap for reacting to a pretty girl with no clothes on".
They both laughed, and lay face down, side by side on their towels. There were no other people within thirty yards. Janet, resting her chin on her forearms, looked at Geoff.
"You remember I said that Gary and I had some personal issues?" Geoff nodded.
"Well, it's to do with sex, so can I ask you a very personal question?"
"Sure."
When you are having sex with someone, how long do you last before you cum?"
"Mm. It can vary, anywhere between five and ten minutes but it can be longer if we are fooling around with different positions. And it can take longer the second time."
"And how soon can it get stiff again?"
This was an awkward question. One of his lucky talents was to be able to get a second erection very quickly, but he shuffled.
"It depends, usually within a few minutes." His record was less than a minute
"Why do you ask?"
"Gary's longest was about twenty seconds. And when he had finished it shriveled up and he never got it going again. We tried some stuff from a sex shop to rub on his willy, but it didn't work, and I got cystitis. I even put it in my mouth, but it wouldn't get stiff."
"I am so sorry for you, Jan, you must have tried to make it work"
"It gets worse, the whole sex thing made him very withdrawn, and he started to act strangely. Then a girl friend of mine from the tennis club, who works with Gary, told me he had started seeing a much older lady in her fifties. They were going to classic music concerts and the theatre, and one weekend when he told me he was away with his family they went to Scarborough to a music festival and stayed in the same hotel. I confronted him with this, and he lost his temper, calling me a slut. I left his flat and took all my things over to the house I now share with the other girls. Mother said she knew it would collapse and offered to let me go back home but I refused. The girls took me out clubbing and brought me home smashed. I gather he has moved in with her, his parents are not happy and came to see me, but I told them he was a shit and I wanted nothing to do with him. "
Geoff reached across and grasped her hand.
"It was for the best; we are a couple of wrecks, aren't we?"
"That was last September, I mooched about for a while feeling sorry for myself but played a lot of tennis and had a good Christmas back home although mother can be very stiff. This holiday was to be a cheer up for me, and some fun time with your sister. But I am moaning with you instead, cousin, thanks for listening"
"You can talk to me any time, and I think my man bits have calmed down, you can put on some sunscreen."
Geoff rolled on to his back and Janet proceed to oil up his arms, pectorals, and abdomen before switching to his quads.
"You have a great body; some girls would pay to do this." Then she rubbed the oil on to his cock and the problem started all over again until he rolled on to his stomach. They both laughed. By now the beach was starting to empty as the sun travelled over the hill behind the hotel, so they put on their swimwear and covering, packed away their towels, and joined the queue for the little train.
Back at the hotel they looked through the lounge windows at several card tables occupied by the bridge fiends, and they went up to the room for a shower and change of clothes.
"Geoff, can you help me with something intimate?"
"Sure."
I noticed on the beach that nearly everyone shaves off all their pubic hair, can I borrow one of your razors?"
"Better than that, I have a rechargeable pubic hair trimmer. Melody bought it for me as a stupid present." And he rummaged in his suitcase, tested the battery, and gave it to his cousin. And he half-jokingly said.
"Would you like me to do that for you?" Janet blushed.
Well, yes, it's difficult to see what I'm doing unless I have a mirror, and it's not like you haven't seen it this afternoon."
"Right, bottoms off, lay on the bed with your legs dangling over the end." Geoff looked at the sight and bit his lip. Then he went into the bathroom for his shaving cream, a damp facecloth, and a fresh razor, then knelt on the floor between Janet's open legs. He caught the unmistakable aroma of a woman's pussy, which made him pause for a few seconds and went to work with the trimmer. He left a narrow strip above her vagina but buzzed everything else down to the lowest setting. Then he wiped Janet's lips with the cloth and spread the foam across everything. Working carefully, he scraped away the lather and stubble, taking care not to nick any skin. Finally, he wiped away everything with the cloth and surveyed his handiwork. His cousin's vagina was now totally bald and, excitingly, her tightly clenched labia had opened slightly and there were the beginnings of some glistening lubricant beginning to seep through.
"Time to stop before it got out of hand."
He leant forward with the intention of giving her labia a quick kiss, but his resolve wavered, and he ran his tongue up the by now moist slit, and she squeaked, but said nothing.
"All done."
"Right, your turn, get on the bed with your feet on the floor" Geoff hadn't thought about shaving but was in no position to refuse. Now it was Janet kneeling between his legs holding his penis with one hand and using the trimmer with the other with her glasses perched on the end of her nose. He started to laugh.
"Stop it or we will have an accident."
Putting the trimmer down she started to lather him up with the foam and then began to carefully scrape away at his groin. She took great care with some stray hairs on his shaft and sack, and then wiped him down with the wet cloth.
"Work of art," she said, and then bent to return the kiss onto his penis which was by now two thirds of the way to up periscope. But instead of giving him a perfunctory peck she closed her lips over his rapidly expanding cock head and gave it a noisy suck. Geoff gasped for breath as she stood up and reached for her swimsuit bottoms.
"I saw that in a mucky video the girls brought into the house at New Year. I might try it again." She gave him a grin as she went into the bathroom and started the shower. Geoff just had to give his rigid cock a stroke and considered joining her in the shower, but held back from blowing his nut, as he was sure a better opportunity would arise. Janet finished in the athroom and came out stark naked, wiggling her bum as she passed. "Minx."
Geoff showered, and they both went down to the bar. Marjorie got in the lift as they exited, saying that she was going to put on a smarter dress. They all sat down on the terrace with a bottle of chilled wine, and Marjorie said that the card school was going well, she and Eunice had entered the Thursday tournament but tomorrow the ladies were off to the street market, they had invited her, but she declined. Marjorie asked what they had been doing that afternoon, and Janet said.
"We've been on the beach."
"I hope you weren't flashing that bikini at anyone."
"No, I wasn't"
"So, what were you wearing?"
" Nothing - it was the nude beach."
"Whaaaatttt? ""You and your cousin exposed yourselves to everyone, and each other?"
Geoff interjected; "It was consensual, we decided that if we didn't go, we would always regret it, and anyway, the place was almost deserted, perhaps six dozen people spread over three acres. You would have enjoyed it."
"I most certainly would not, I cannot tell the ladies, they will think we are a family of voyeurs. You have let the side down."
Geoff said," It will be something to look back on in years to come and smile. By the way, you have a very beautiful daughter, you should be proud of her."
The call to dinner brought an end to Marjorie's admonishment and emphasized that the matter must not be discussed with everyone. Dinner was again excellent, with a lot of banter amongst the golfers, as the new putter wouldn't obey Ron's intentions, whilst Ken had hit two of his magic balls out of bounds.
A few glasses of wine seemed to have calmed Marjorie down, and they all went through to the lounge where the little combo was once again playing. Geoff started to dance with Marjorie, this time a slow number but the bandleader spotted them and changed to a rumba. Geoff held Marjorie close as they moved to the sexy rhythm, and he felt her gently thrust her lower body against him.
"I still don't forgive you for talking my daughter out of her clothes, she is very vulnerable, the breakup is still very raw."
"I care for her and respect her, I have got to know her on this holiday, and she is a lovely, independent woman. She is a credit to you."
"Why, that's a marvelous compliment, thank you."
They danced some more with an increasingly easy familiarity, and Geoff asked if she wanted to enter the Friday dance competition, Marjorie said yes, but they would need to rehearse a few steps.
They had another convivial evening, enlivened by Ron and Ken having to buy some champagne for losing the golf match, and they retired to the room. They got ready for bed, Geoff in his tee shirt and sleep shorts, Janet in her long night shirt and Marjorie in yet another pair of silk pajamas, this time in black. Both the ladies were in the bathroom when Geoff heard a shout from Marjorie.
"What the hell is that, when did that come off," and she stormed out of the bathroom and glared at Geoff.
"Are you anything to do with this?"
"What?"
"My daughter had shaved off all her pubic hair, are you aware of that?"
"Yes, it seems everyone on the nude beach shaves down there so she might want to go again"
"I suppose you have shaved all your bits as well"
"I happened to bring an intimate hair trimmer with me, and it came in useful"
"I give up with you two." Marjorie sat at the table and began to comb her hair. Geoff took a breath:
"Marjorie, can I ask you a favor?"
"It depends, I don't trust you with suggestions right now"
"I want you to try on the polka dot bikini for me. You don't have to show it to everyone if you are embarrassed, just Janet and myself". Geoff walked across to the beach bag and pulled out the little parcel from the boutique. Marjorie sat at the dresser, holding her hairbrush.
"I must be mad" she said, picking up the parcel and heading for the bathroom. There was silence for a few minutes and then she poked her head round the door and asked for Janet. There was a whispered conversation and Janet came back and rummaged in Geoff's bag for the trimmers, which she handed to Marjorie, turned, and grinned at Geoff.
Marjorie came out.
"There you are, perverts, the once and only time you will see this."
Marjorie looked terrific, the little bottoms emphasized her long legs, whilst the top cleverly pushed her small breasts together and upwards.
"You look about 26 let alone 46, said Janet, and Geoff let out a low whistle.
"You mustn't wear that by the pool tomorrow, some of the old guys will have a heart attack." Marjorie blushed slightly and went into the bathroom to change back into the pajamas. But she didn't throw the bikini to one side but laid it on top of her beach wrap.
Geoff turned on his side to go to sleep, but found himself looking at Janet, in the semi darkness she slid her hand down under the sheet and brought up her fingers which she seductively put in her mouth. Geoff groaned and rolled over to his other side. "Temptress."
WEDNESDAY
As was now becoming a habit, Geoff was first up, had a very quick shower and shave, and was at the breakfast buffet ahead of his aunt and cousin. The buffet was busy, as numerous guests were departing on the coach trip to the big street market a few miles away, and indeed the three bridge ladies chided him on not persuading Marjorie to tag along. Geoff knew her well enough to know she would hate it. Once again Geoff kicked his heels as he waited at a corner table. Eventually the pair arrived, and Janet gave him a thumbs up sign. She was in her customary beach robe, but her mother had produced yet another expensive outfit from her case, this time a glamourous toweling catsuit in pale green. After a leisurely breakfast and several cups of coffee they headed for the pool terrace on another very sunny day. Geoff took off his tee shirt and lay on the lounger, and Janet nudged him as Marjorie slipped out of her suit to reveal the green polka dot bikini, and then lay rather self-consciously on her stomach.
"You look wonderful." Said Geoff, "that's better, get those abs brown."
"Will you be quiet, she said from behind her large shades and the wide brimmed sunhat, "People will stare." Geoff grinned. Marjorie picked up her book whilst the other two started chatting.
"How big was that pressure vessel you were talking about?"
"Three meters would be ideal, but a bit beyond our budget."
"Have a look at this." Janet passed him the small MacBook; "Our aerospace clients are buying a much bigger one, and this is surplus."
"Oh yes, but I guess still too expensive."
"My colleague says you could have it for forty grand installed as we are brokering the new one. And you might get a techno grant of thirty."
"Yes, please, I will have to text Simon."
"It will be a favor, but I might have to charge you."
Will I get 'mates' rates?"
" It depends, we haven't mated yet." And she started to giggle.
Carpe Diem - seize the moment
"I promise to try very hard to sort that before the end of the holiday." And they both started chuckling. Marjorie looked up in annoyance.
The morning consisted of Geoff and Janet swimming and sunbathing, with Janet slapping sunscreen on the parts her mother was now exposing. Marjorie was in a good mood as they sat down at the café for lunch, a nice chicken salad and a bottle of chilled wine.
"Right, mother, are you coming to the beach with us this afternoon?" said Janet.
"Do you mean the one with bare bottoms?"
"Is there another one?"
"If you must, you two go, I'm too old for that sort of thing."
Geoff interjected; "Marjorie, we do things together on this holiday, so if we go, we all go, get on the little train, if you don't feel good, we can all come back and sit here." And he stood up, lifted both beach bags and went to fetch all three towels. Marjorie pulled her sunhat lower, sighed and walked with them to where the little tractor turned around. There were about ten people in the queue, and nobody looked at them. The train trundled the half kilometer down the track and stopped at the steps by the beach bar. There were less people on the beach than the day before, with a dozen or so sat outside the bar with drinks and snacks. Marjorie kept her gaze straight ahead and they walked down to where they had sat the day before. Geoff laid out the three towels, took off his shirt and peeled off his swim shorts. He sat down and Marjorie said,
"I don't believe we are doing this, let's hope we don't see anyone we know." She turned her head and despite the sunglasses Geoff knew she was looking at his shaved cock. Janet then stripped off as her mother muttered something and began to put sunblock on those sensitive nipples.
"Just keep this to yourselves, said Marjorie "I haven't done this since I was at college," and she dropped her little bikini into the beach bag, then sat down on to her towel. Geoff gave her the onceover before he laid his head on his forearms. Her breasts were the carbon copy of her daughter's, perhaps a little larger and with a very slight sag. Her nipples were the same jutting cocktail sausages, stiffening in the gentle breeze. Janet passed her the sunblock, and Marjorie started to coat herself. She stood up to reach into the bag for another bottle and Geoff looked straight up at her buzz cut labia, again identical to her daughter's but with lips even tighter together.
"You would need a can opener to get in there," he thought to himself, and searched for comparisons. And an image of a mussel came into his mind, the little shellfish with clamped jaws. And then he remembered that you simmered them in white wine and shallots, and as they heated up the shell opened wide, revealing the juicy flesh within.
Moules Marinieres
The thought made his penis tingle, and he laughed to himself.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing, I was imagining Mum and Dad walking by."
"Oh god, no."
Then Janet sat up and looked towards the sea, where an elderly couple were emerging from their swim. She nudged Geoff.
It's Fireman Sam again."
"Don't look, mother." But of course, Marjorie lifted her head and looked at the couple as they walked past, and she saw the old boy's enormous python-like penis swinging from side to side. She seemed to freeze and then flopped back on to her towel, tipping her sunhat over her face. When the couple had moved away, all three started to laugh. They spent an hour or so on the beach, continually turning over to avoid sunburn, which gave Geoff a close-up view of two very interesting pussies. To try and get his cock to subside, Geoff walked up to the bar and brought back three beers and some nibbles, joking that that he couldn't find his wallet. But the Swedish barmaid with the jutting rack had made him chub once more. As the sun moved over, they packed up their things and headed for the hotel.
Marjorie was first into the shower, and Geoff sat on the end of his bed, covered with a large bath towel, having shed his swim sorts. Janet was still in her bikini and turned aside his towel to grasp his cock.
"Shall we shower together?" she said teasingly, and started to slowly masturbate him, and he didn't resist. Although she had seen his cock with the beginnings of arousal, she had never seen him fully engorged, but her gentle strokes soon made him reach full length and thickness, and she stared at her handiwork intently. But he hurriedly covered up as Marjorie started to turn the bathroom door handle, and he slipped in behind her to take his own shower.
Despite having seen Marjorie nude, she was very demure in the bedroom, always keeping herself covered. Janet was much more wanton, continually flashing him her bare pussy when her mother was turned away. Prick teaser.
They went down to dinner and the ladies showed them their purchases from the market, most of which seemed to be tat. The old boys were in high spirits, they had found another man to make up the four, and it seemed Ken and Ron had won all the money. After dinner there was a floorshow in the lounge, with two very good singers and a flamenco dancer. When they got to the room Janet opened her MacBook, produced a cable from her bag, and plugged it into the television. Then she activated a music channel and put on some Latin American dance music.
"Samba, Chachacha and Tango are the ones for Friday." Said Marjorie, and Janet fiddled with the menu. When the music came on, she talked through some steps with Geoff, and he went with the flow. They spent a good half hour rehearsing the moves, with another session planned before the competition.
THURSDAY
Marjorie was first up, fussing about choosing an outfit to wear for the bridge tournament, and she was the first to go downstairs to meet the ladies and discuss tactics. Before Geoff could get out of bed, Janet got up and peeled off her nightshirt, padding about in the nude and giving him a good look at her nicely tanned bum. "Wicked. "
Geoff had his usual quick shower and shave and got ready for the pool again. He and Janet came down to the restaurant and headed for the buffet. The old boys introduced them to their recruit to the fourball, and they headed off for the day. Marjorie said that she wanted to be back for 11.00am, as the hotel were laying on a lunch for the card players. They headed for the loungers, and Marjorie had reverted to her modest - but attractive one piece saying that some bits had had too much sun the day before, and the bikini was soaked in sunblock. She still looked very good, though. Geoff and Janet fell into sporadic conversation. Eventually she left to get ready for the tournament. She was wound up with concentration, ever the competitor. Janet turned her head towards Geoff.
"what's it like having a sibling, Geoff?"
"We get on well, we rarely argue, and I was so proud when she qualified as a doctor. It's as though she has always been there - did you want a sister or brother?"
"Mum couldn't have any more after me, they had to close off her ovaries, and after dad went, she has never tried to find anyone else, she just filled her time with work."
She looked pensive; "Geoff, a personal question, how many girl friends have you had? You don't need to name names."
Geoff thought: "About six or seven that mattered. One was my school friend, we used to make out and then at the end of our last term we decided to lose our virginities. It was a bit of a mess, we got excited, I couldn't get the condom on properly and although we did the deed it was awful. We never tried again. Then there were a couple of girls at Uni which went off better, one was great fun, but she had a lot of other guys in tow, and I was frightened of catching something. Then I met Melody as I left Uni, we started getting intimate and then I moved into her flat. The rest you know. "
"You did better than me. Like you I tried to get it off with a boy from school, but he didn't like my flat chest and we only did it once. Then there was one of my tennis coaches, he was married but I fell for him and went to his room one night. It was awful, there was no kissing or anything, he just spat onto his thing and shoved it into me. Then came inside me, I was traumatized. I flew back to my room and the other girls came and comforted me; he had done it to some of them as well. One of them gave me a morning after pill for which I was grateful. He later got prosecuted and jailed as some of the girls were underage. My name was kept out of it, mother saw to that and hired a hot shot lawyer. The next one along was Gary. And what a disaster that's been. I still have the IUD coil inside; I don't know why I bother"
"We both need a drink. Let's have some beers and tapas.", And they made for the terrace bar. They had a pleasant lunch with easy conversation.
Janet: "What shall we do next, I think I have had so much sun the beach would crisp me up. And I think I need some lotion rubbing on my buns."
Carpe Diem - seize the moment
"I want to rub that in for you, shall we do it in the comfort of the room."
"And what else have you got planned?"
"I know some ancient Derbyshire mating rituals."
"I suppose I will have to trust you."
They collected their bag and towels and headed for the elevator, avoiding the large windows in front of the card lounge, full of intense bridge players. Once in the room he locked the door and turned to Janet, who without any prompting had shed her swim costume, and stood in front of him, her nipples as hard as hat pegs. Geoff dropped his swim trunks and his cock stretched out from his body, visibly hardening.
"Let me get at it."
"We've got all afternoon, let's take it slow."
"I don't want slow; I want that cock."
They started to kiss, still standing in the center of the room. Their tongues mashed, and he reached up and rubbed one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She moaned, and grasped his tool, sliding her fingers up and down.
"Let's get on the bed, muscles."
"Your place or mine?"
"Best yours, mum might start sniffing around." And she giggled.
Geoff picked her up and tossed her onto his bed. She bounced her hips, exposing her cleft which was starting to peel open with a hint of lady lube starting to dribble down. Promising.
They lay on their sides, kissing and stroking. He began to suck on her nipples, and she gave a little squeal whilst never letting go of his fully hardened member. He moved his fingers down across her flat stomach and reached the top of her crease.
"Keep going, I'm nearly there."
"Patience"." his hand slid down as her petals began to open, and the wetness between her lips began to ooze over his fingers.
"I'm ready."
"No, you are not, there's long way to go yet"
"Teasing bastard."
He drew his lips across her abdomen and started to smell the aroma of a woman aroused. She had to let go of his cock as he moved down the bed, trailing his tongue. He started with a long lick of her widening crease from bottom to top but his tip didn't feel the usual bump of a clit hood. That could wait, he decided, as he wriggled his index finger into her vagina and began to slowly fuck her with it, whilst running his tongue up and down her outer lips. Janet began to shudder and started to buck her hips. Geoff now rolled his tongue inside her inner lips and thrust it in beside his finger. Then withdrew his tongue and began to search for her clitoris. He licked and swirled in the usual place and could sense the slight bump, but the clit wasn't there.
He inserted a second finger and kept pumping, then slid up the bed and kissed Janet on the mouth.
"Do you like your juices?"
"Too right"
"I want to lick your clitoris, but I can't find it"
"No one has since I was eighteen."
"I thought we had discussed sex partners?"
"I never mentioned Helga." She said between grunts and squeals.
"Helga?"
Janet gasped her reply as continued to finger fuck her. "She was a Danish girl I met at tennis school. We drank a bottle of vodka one night and started fooling around. She went down on me and found my clitoris, so it's there."
Geoff slid back down the bed and stuck his tongue inside her, gathering juices, moving to the slight rise at the top of her crease, he rubbed his fingers over the little mound, then clamped his lips down, sucking hard as he did so. To his delight, a tiny finger appeared, about the size of a broad bean.
He licked it.
Janet bounced into the air almost off the bed.
"Oh my God."
Now he alternated between licking her lips and tonguing this new arrival whilst pushing two fingers into her pussy in search of the rough skin on the front wall. Janet's moans and squeals intensified, and she clamped her vagina around his fingers, and came with a shuddering, groaning orgasm.
"That was unreal, I need to take a rest."
Carpe Diem - seize the moment.
"No rest for the wicked." Said Geoff and began to rub his swollen cock against her trembling labia. Without a pause he started to slide his rigid tool into his cousin's sopping wet tunnel and grunted as his pubic bone met her lower body. Janet continued to mutter and pant for breath as he slowly began to fuck her, starting with gentle strokes and building up to full length thrusts, gradually finding a nice rhythm.
Janet's cries started to intensify, and he felt the familiar tingling in his balls as his orgasm approached. He came off his elbows, reached down and put Janet's long muscular legs over his shoulders before thrusting even deeper into her canal then moving a hand across to rub his thumb against the little bean that was still sticking out of her vagina. Janet came again with a writhing cry, as Geoff emptied his thick cream inside her with a series of powerful squirts, and they collapsed side by side on the bed. They continued to kiss, and hold one another until his softening cock came out, causing a string of juices to dribble onto the top sheet.
"Wow, that was something. I guess we need a shower, I am covered in sweat, sunscreen and semen, what a cocktail."
"But that was just the first set, I will soon be serving for the second." Geoff felt his erection start to return, and Janet reached down to grasp it.
"Then we'd better change ends, roll on to your back." And she moved her head to nibble his abdomen before licking the head of his cock with slow strokes. "My first time at this, I'll try and remember the porn I watched at New Year." Then she took him into her mouth and started to slaver up and down. He watched, aroused, and fascinated, as she worked on his cock, her fingers around the base of his shaft. Then she pulled off, straddled his hips, and lowered herself onto his cockhead, her vagina already dripping again.
"I've never done it this way either, but I've seen it in a book. Wish me luck." She sank right down to his base, and started moving up and down, making small grunting noises.
"Try sliding backwards and forwards to make your clitoris rub against my pubic bone." Janet shifted herself and began to move to and fro, with her noises growing louder as their organs continued to squelch together. Geoff reached up and began to squeeze her solid nipples, he looked at her smiling face and thought this was pure joy.
Janet started moving faster and faster, breathing heavily.
"I'm cumming again, I don't believe it," and she squealed as she clamped her vagina around his solid muscle. Then she fell forward, pinning him to the bed, her chest heaving. After a couple of minutes her breath returned to normal and they lay once again on their sides, gently kissing and stroking.
"You haven't cum yet."
"It takes longer the second time, get on to your hands and knees"
Janet scooted up the bed and put her muscled brown buns up into the air, showing off her moist lips as Geoff lined up his stiff cock and he slid it into her without delay. He started to pound her with long, deep thrusts and she groaned and grunted, babbling profanities. He sensed his sap rising again and brought his hand round to rub her stiff little bud. At which point she gave an animal howl and spasmed as he gasped hoarsely and shot his second load into her willing body.
They collapsed, facing each other for the second time that afternoon.
"I guess we can call that a draw, let's call it a Grand Slam, "said Geoff, and she giggled.
"Maybe we can make the shower now, and you never put lotion on my buns like you promised." Then a cell phone started ringing in the beach bag and Janet rolled of the bed to fish it out. She wobbled uncertainly on her legs as she stood up.
"Hi Mum, we've not long got back from the pool, Geoff's in the shower and I am still in my swimsuit." She put her tongue out at Geoff and made a wanking gesture with her other hand.
"How did the bridge go? "You won?" "that's terrific."
"OK see you soon"
"Mum's coming up to get changed, she and Eunice won the tournament, now we have to put some clothes on, there's a wine tasting before dinner."
Geoff rushed into the shower and emerged to find that Janet had remade his bed and opened the windows on to the balcony to let the sea breeze in, but the aroma of freshly fucked flesh was still prevalent. He quickly changed into a clean polo shirt and chinos as Janet headed, still stark naked, for the bathroom then he picked up the bottle of aftershave provided by the hotel and dropped it onto the concrete slab in front of the window. The bottle shattered and a powerful smell of cheap cologne filled the room. Then he quickly unlocked the door and when Marjorie arrived, he was on his hands and knees picking up pieces of glass. Marjorie coughed, and he apologized for his clumsiness. Then the bathroom door opened, and Janet stepped out, wearing a fluffy bathrobe. She sniffed, coughed, and grinned at Geoff
Janet dried her hair and changed into a pretty flowered dress. They congratulated the winner and left her to select yet another dress from her collection as they set off for the ground floor. Janet turned to him in the lift; "Two minutes later and we would never have heard the phone, you would have had me bent over the side of the bath."
"And you would have loved it."
"No one can hear us in this lift, I have never come on a man's cock, and I came three times on yours. I feel a different woman."
"Was I better than Helga?"
Janet extended her thumb and little finger outwards and wiggled them.
"I'll try and remember."
"Best we act normal around mother, she might not be very forgiving. "And Geoff gave her a hug,
The wine tasting was, of course, an opportunity for the hotel to push some surplus vintage plonk on to the guests in time for dinner, so the meal was extra convivial. Not only were we celebrating the bridge champions, but Ron and Ken were best on handicap in the golf tournament. However, Colin had holed in one on the short par three, and his prize was delivered on a trolley by a couple of waiters. A huge jeroboam of vintage cava which was ceremoniously shared out around the nine diners, and the evening got noisier and noisier. The three retired to their room rather buzzed, and they prepared for bed. Janet wanted to see some more dance moves, but they had all had too much. Geoff used the bathroom to pee and brush his teeth and came out in just his sleep shorts, as it was very warm. Janet had taken off her dress and was sat on her bed in just bra and pants, which she provocatively removed, stood up and slipped her nightshirt over her head.
"Janet!" said Marjorie;" You aren't on the beach now." Janet blew her a raspberry as she went into the bathroom. Then Marjorie stood, and let her dress slip to the floor leaving her just in skimpy lace underwear. She didn't look at Geoff, but he knew that it was deliberate titillation. Ho hum.
Janet returned and Marjorie headed for the bathroom carrying her silk pajamas. Janet looked at Geoff and raised her eyebrows.
"Are you perving at my mother, didn't I fuck you hard enough this afternoon?"
Before Geoff could reply his aunt returned and they all got into their beds. The windows were left open, and Geoff, exhausted by the sexual athletics and drunk with the vintage champagne, soon fell asleep.
FRIDAY
They were all late getting up, drinking water greedily to mitigate the mild hangover from the night before. They decided against swimwear, and went to breakfast in smart casuals, and then sat outside under the terrace awning. Janet kept making suggestive glances to Geoff, rolling her tongue, and occasionally bucking her hips when her mother wasn't looking, but he kept shaking his head and raising a finger to his lips. The conversation turned to the dance competition, and Janet asked Geoff what he would be wearing.
"I have got some decent trousers and a nice jacket, will they do?"
"No." interjected Marjorie, you need something more appropriate."
"Come on.," said Janet, "I know just the place." And she led them to the rear of the hotel and into the boutique where Geoff had purchased the bikinis. She went up to the same pretty assistant and pointed to Geoff, parading a few dance steps. The assistant smiled, picked up some boxes and beckoned Geoff behind the curtain. She opened a box to reveal a fancy shirt with ruffles and pleats, in a brilliant blue satin effect. Geoff took off his polo shirt and tried it on. But the buttons didn't begin until just above his navel, so his chest poked out of the deep vee, with his well-developed pectoral muscles, now well bronzed, on full display. He felt somewhat self-conscious, but the assistant clapped her hands.
"Bravo, like Jean Claude van Damme, senor." Geoff walked back out and the other two stared.
"Oh, yes." Said Janet. "Mister Muscles." said her mother. "We'll take it." The assistant put it on the counter and added some complimentary cufflinks. "Do you want the trousers?"
She reached for another box and took out a pair of black dress trousers with a high waist and shiny tape down the sides. "For Latino dance." She said and ran a tape measure around Geoff's waist. "Your size, senor." And winked. Geoff looked inside and noticed that there was a gusset stitched to the inside. "What's that for?"
"Ah, with these trousers the man does not wear underpants, how do you say, he goes commando." Geoff stuttered but the other two laughed and put them on the counter as well. Finally, he bought a pair of patent leather shoes with a fancy buckle.
He turned to the girl, who seemed very pleased with the sale that morning; "What sort of Latino dress do you have for my partner." Pointing at Marjorie. The girl looked at her, smiled, and went into the back of the store, returning with a short, halter neck dress with ruffled skirt in a vivid red and ushered Marjorie behind the curtain. She reappeared and the other two were speechless. She looked like sex on a stick. Her tanned shoulders and arms complemented her long, bronzed legs and she twirled round, displaying an erotic bare, light brown back as the dress plunged to just above the bottom of her spine. The front had a narrow slit running from neck to belly, and her breasts were encased in some internal modesty cups. The ruffled skirt came to mid-thigh.
"We'll take that as well" said Janet and added a very small bright red panty thong from a display stand. "Your red sandals will go well with the dress."
Marjorie went to change back into her clothes and came out to see the smiling girl totting up the purchases.
"Let's split this." Said Geoff, reaching for his credit card. "No, it's my treat." Said Marjorie, "These will knock them out."
Geoff felt rather sidelined, so bought Janet a little mini dress outfit in silver, she rewarded him with a kiss and whispered that he mustn't rip it off. Tart.
After a snack lunch they went up to the room to stash the outfits, and Janet restarted the laptop with the dance music. She sat on her bed reading a magazine as the dancers practiced several moves, with her mother issuing all the instructions as usual. After a couple of hours, they lay down for a bit of a siesta with Geoff and Janet eyeing each other up in silent lust. They changed for dinner but left the costumes for later. Joining the others in the bar, Marjorie told Geoff he could only have two glasses of wine, there must be no drunken slip-ups. Towards the end of the meal, Marjorie and Geoff made their excuses and headed upstairs. He used the bathroom and brushed his teeth and came out to find Marjorie at the dressing table clad in a silk wrap, putting on some make up. He shed his polo shirt and put on the blue satin dance shirt, put in the cufflinks, and fastened up the few buttons. Then he stood up, faced away from Marjorie, and removed his underpants. He was aware that she could see everything in the large mirror, so he gave his cock and balls a good shake before he pulled on the black trousers. It felt strange with no underpants, so he had to adjust his cock to one side.
"That's some costume." She said, and stood up, dropping the wrap off her shoulders. She stood in front of him wearing nothing but the tiny thong and red, strappy, high heels. Geoff knew exactly the effect she was trying, successfully, to create and he told her she was heavenly.
"Help me into this, then." She said as she started to pull the dress up around her body. Geoff closed the catch at the top of the halter and zipped up the rear fastener.
"Let's go do it."
When they entered the lounge together there were a few gasps from the guests as they joined the other seven at the table. Drinks were pushed towards them, but they declined, and just sipped water. The rest of the dance couples were coming in, and everyone looked very smart. But there were more gasps when a couple in a gold ensemble entered the room. The man, rather short and solid but walking with dancer's ease was sporting a shirt like Geoff's but he had a very hairy chest topped by a large gold medallion. His partner, however, had on an amazing dress that fell to her ankles but was slit all the way up the left side. It was held together by a long cord threaded through eyelets, which started just above her hip and finished just below her armpit. No underwear of any sort was visible, and her large bosom was unfettered, with prominent nipples. The three old golf buddies were struck silent, and Ron noisily drained his glass of scotch.
The hotel manager made the introductions and explained that there were eight couples in the competition. They would all dance together and the band would play a samba, a chachacha and a tango. Then the judges - three smartly dressed people sat at a counter - would decide which four couples would go through to the next round. One couple would be eliminated after the samba, and one after the chachacha, leaving two couples left to dance the tango. Geoff was nervous and wished he could have a drink. Marjorie's forte was the samba, whilst he was very sure of his chachacha, but the tango was their weak spot.
Time was up. The band struck up the samba and the eight couples circulated. The tune ended and they changed to the chachacha, Geoff felt he had nailed it. However, the tango was less assured, and they stumbled in two places. There was applause from round the room as the session finished. The judges gave their scores to the manager, and they were relieved to have made the last four, as had the golden couple with the knicker less outfit. They once again took to the floor, and they nailed the samba, never missing a step. Next the chachacha, and Marjorie spun with grace and allure, almost flashing her red undies. It was going to be a dance off with the golden pair, and they all smiled at each other. Then they took a deep breath and began the tango, the most technically difficult of the three. Geoff and Marjorie concentrated on one another, as she murmured the step sequence in his ear. As they danced round, they heard the audience start to chuckle and then laugh and cheer, but they didn't look round. The dance finished, they had done their best and they walked to their table and noticed the golden couple scurrying out of the door. Janet was in tears of laughter.
"What was all that about." Said Geoff.
"Halfway through that dance the rope holding her dress together started to come undone, they made all sorts of efforts to stop it but as she stretched and shimmied it got worse. At the end you could see nearly everything."
Geoff looked at the old boys for confirmation and they were all doubled up with laughter. Ken raised a glass and said it had made his holiday.
The judges gave their scores to the manager and the two couples stood in front of the band. The busty lady had made some repairs to her dress but was in a bad mood. She looked at Geoff and Marjorie.
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