So the pair of us slid out of the bed and started to dress ourselves whilst the girls continued to play with each other, with Erika and Susie rubbing their pussies together while Alexa climbed on top of Susie's back and brought herself off by frigging her ditty with her left thumb and forefinger and Susie's cunney with the fingers of her right hand.
'I've always maintained that the fellow who said that women were the weaker sex was a damned fool,' I whispered to Ian who gave a throaty chuckle as he pulled on his trousers and nodded: 'Yes, though I feel our pricks both performed with distinction.
'Come to my room for a drink and I'll explain why, old boy,' he added quietly. Frankly, I was rather surprised to hear Ian make this slightly self-satisfied comment for whilst I was happy enough with my own efforts, he had been unable to fuck Susie after she had sucked him off — not that my own cock had been an unwilling substitute! On the other hand, he did manage to summon enough strength to cork Alexa's arse, so I dare say his prick deserved its accolade-although I thought than an assessment that gave it a 'very satisfactory' mark would have been more appropriate.
Therefore I accepted Ian Is invitation as I was curious to hear the reason for his apparent complacency. 'I can't stay too long though, tempus fugit,' I added as I followed him up the stairs to his second-floor bedroom.
'Of course, it would be most rude to Katie if we were late after being specifically requested to come downstairs by half-past seven,' he concurred as he waved me to a chair and pointed to a small cluster of bottles on his sideboard. 'Now, will you join me in a whisky and soda or would you like a cognac or a glass of a fairly good claret?'
I said that I needed to keep a clear head for the evening's entertainment and that truthfully I would prefer a mineral water. 'Then that's what you shall have, my dear chap,' Ian said lightly as he waved me to a chair whilst he poured out a glass of fizzy Apollinaris which he handed to me before mixing himself a large whisky and ginger ale.
'Cheers!' he said as he sat down opposite me. He chuckled as he sipped his drink and said to me: 'You know, Andrew, I'm quite an avid reader. I must get through at least two novels a week and sometimes I get rather cross when the plot turns on what I consider to be unlikely coincidences.'
'Yes, indeed,' I agreed warmly, 'I ploughed through a daft detective story last week which hinged on the hero's girlfriend being able to remember a scar on the murderers face when she saw him having breakfast with her uncle three years later in the dining room of the Hotel Crillon in Paris.'
Ian smiled: 'Precisely so-and yet strange coincidences do occur, as I can testify from what happened to me this afternoon. Now, I'm sure that Jack Dennison and the twins must have told you how I was dragged off by Reverence Ridout who wanted to show me some interesting features of his church. Quite honestly, I should have been more forceful with him because I would far rather have spent the time in a romp with those gorgeous Danish girls!
'But before I could think of an excuse to refuse him, I found myself walking to Upper Chagford with the vicar. He was burbling on about his seventeenth century pews and pulpit when we heard the pitter-patter of the approach of another traveller. We stopped and turned to see a pretty girl hurrying towards us. She was dressed for the heat of the afternoon in a linen blouse and a white tennis dress which barely reached more than an inch or two below the knees of her uncovered legs.'
He leaned forward and added emphatically: 'And when I say she was pretty, I really mean it. She was a lovely rosy-cheeked girl of about eighteen with a saucy little nose and pouting lips. When she came up to us my heart started to pound as I watched the clearly visible heaving of her proud young breasts while she recovered from her exertions.
'Obviously, this entrancing creature was known to Reverend Ridout for he said to tier affably: “Heather, my dear! Is something wrong? I saw you only half an hour ago cycling along the track to General Goldstone's fields with your portable easel and a box of paints strapped to the back of the bicycle. Dear me, I trust this luggage did not affect your steering and cause a collision with the General and Mrs. Goldstone who often take a short constitutional round their grounds after tea.”
'Two delectable dimples appeared on either side of her sweet mouth when she replied: “No, the easel weighs very little as it is made out of bamboo and I reached my destination without any difficulty. But I do have a problem because Anthony Goldstone was supposed to meet me at half-past four sharp but he hasn't showed up.”
'Reverend Ridout turned to me and quietly murmured: “Miss Colchester is referring to General Goldstone's eldest son who is studying to become a veterinary surgeon. Anthony is an extremely clever young chap but I'm afraid he's well-known for being rather absent-minded.”
The dimples vanished as the girl said crossly: “I can certainly see how he acquired that reputation, vicar. He's let me down badly because I need to complete my portfolio which must be sent with my application to study art at Girton College and Anthony was supposed to sit for me this afternoon.”
'“Well, can I be of any assistance?” I asked her. “I've an hour or so to spare and if all I have to do is sit still, I'll be happy to be of service.”
'She looked across at me and her dimples reappeared as she answered: “How very kind of you, Mr., um-” and the vicar explained: “Oh, do forgive me, my dear, I should have introduced you-Mr. Pethick, this is Miss Heather Colchester who lives at Hinckley Grange, just a mile up the road on the outskirts of Chagford. Heather, may I present Mr. Ian Pethick who is staying at Judson Manor for a few days.”
'We shook hands and I said to Reverend Ridout with as much regret as I could muster that I would have to look over the church at some other time.
'“By all means, Mr. Pethick,” he said kindly. “After all, one has a duty to help a damsel in distress.”
'I was pleased that he did not feel too badly about my unexpected departure. Heather and I chatted in a friendly fashion as we walked back to where she was supposed to have met her missing model and a very nice spot it was too, a secluded glade surrounded by a forest of trees. Heather had brought a Thermos flask and whilst we refreshed ourselves with a cool drink of ginger beer, she explained to me why it was so important for her to complete her portfolio of sketches.
'“Is there Still much prejudice against women artists?” I enquired. Heather gave a wry smile as she replied: “As much as there ever was, unfortunately. There is still a bar on women at several meeting places such as art clubs or, heaven forbid, becoming pupils for lectures on figure studies at many studios.
So I am especially grateful to you for offering to sit for me this afternoon. Gosh! I can hardly wait to begin! If you've finished your ginger beer, I'll get out the sheet from my saddle-bag which you can put your clothes on whilst you get undressed.”
'“Get undressed?” I repeated blankly. “Why should I do that?”
'“Well, how else can I draw the undraped male figure?” she retorted. Seeing the shocked look on my face she sighed: “Oh, Ian, you're not going to let me down as well, are you? I'm sure that Anthony didn't simply forget to come but took fright at the last minute. Heaven knows why, he might not have such a strapping figure as you but I'm sure that there is no part of his body which he should want to hide.”
'So this was why Heather had been so effusively grateful when I proffered my services as an artist's model! However, I decided it would be caddish to go back on my word and I said slowly: “Go and get the sheet for me, I shan't let you down.”
'“Oh, thank you, Ian!” she cried excitedly as she ran over to the bicycle which was propped up against a nearby willow tree. Nevertheless, I still hesitated. Sensing my modesty, she spread out the sheet and then said encouragingly: “Come on, Ian, there's really nothing to it. Look, if it makes you feel less inhibited, I'll take off my blouse and skirt. It's so nice and warm that I'll feel more comfortable working in just a chemise.”