She was lovely-almost beautiful-with nothing whatever masculine about her; in fact, she was one of the most feminine women I knew. I watched the movements of her ripe body as she drove, knowing intimately the contours suggested under the summer dress, how those two bulges at her chest looked and felt when uncovered.
Her hand dropped to shift the gear lever and I followed it with my eyes, then remained to watch the slight movements of the full-calved legs, the rounded, nyloned knees and plump, shapely thighs, her skirt rucked halfway up them. I followed the line of her thighs up along the broad swell of her hips back to her breasts again.
“Gorgeous!” I murmured. “Jane was quite right.”
“Hm-did you say something, darling?”
“Talking to myself-about you.”
“You said something about Jane, though.”
“I asked her how she liked you in your bikini. She said we both looked gorgeous and that you had a lovely big bottom and 'fab' titties. I was agreeing with her.”
“Thank you! I take it you've been sitting there studying me-thought you were quiet. I say-you don't think she might have designs on me as well, do you?”
“I really don't know what to think with Jane this summer.”
“Here we are.” Stella drove through the village and pulled up at the post office. “Won't be a minute.”
I watched her round, swaying bottom and long, shapely legs as she disappeared into the shop. It was very little longer than the stated minute, before she emerged, carrying a small parcel and a yellow telegram envelope.
“She made it-I was hoping she would this side of Sunday,” said Stella, as she got back behind the wheel and put the parcel on the back seat, the envelope in her bag.
“Who made what?”
“Rose made it.”
“Oh, I see — that's a wire from Paris to say she arrived OK, is it?”
“Er-something like that.” She started the car and we drove back to the bungalow.
We went inside and she took the parcel into the bedroom.
“Well, as we're back so early, we can have some lunch and do a spot of sun-bathing while it digests; we'll still have plenty of time for a swim afterwards. By the way, I enquired about the buses from Bridlington at the post office-they pass through the village first-and they're ten minutes after every hour. I should think we could allow Jane, say, three hours in Bridlington?”
“Quite that, I should say-with a coffee bar around!”
“With travelling time-say, about four hours.” She glanced at her watch. “Half-past one, so she should be back around five-thirty. Right-let's eat!”
We ate, undressed and made coffee-in that order. I was feeling pretty sexed up by that time, after watching those curves of hers in a tight summer dress, low in the neck and high in the hem. Then there were those tantalising glimpses of her thighs beneath the rucked skirt as she drove. Apparently, she had been eyeing me in the same way.
The coffee took some time to make and even longer to drink, with the pair of us playing a kind of un-draped tag game round the kitchen and the main room.
We wound up wrestling on the big, over-stuffed couch; with our naked bodies in direct and intimate contact, things began to get serious. Stella rolled off the couch on to the floor and I rolled on top of her… we stopped wrestling!
I kissed her and she rubbed herself against me; I looked down at the lovely creature under me and wanted her badly.
“Darling, I'm terribly sexy!”
“You're telling me!”
“I mean now-let's go into the bedroom and…”
“Do you realise it's almost four o'clock?”
“It wouldn't take long-don't you want to?”
“You only have to feel between my legs to get the answer to that! NO! Not now! I might weaken. Let's have our swim and talk about that afterwards.”
“But Jane will be back by then!”
“I know — when I say afterwards, I mean tonight. Leave it till then, eh-to please me?”
“Darling-you're not getting your…”
“Curse? No-that's not due for another week, as you should know my now. I'd just prefer to wait for tonight; we can take our time, then-it'll be much nicer after we've stored it up for a while. Imagine how it will be with Jane around, seeing each other and wanting each other, and all the time getting more and more sexy. By the time we do get to bed, well be ready for almost anything.” She pushed me off and stood up. “Come on — let's go for that swim-I want to get some tan.”
I had to be content with that, although seeing her in that bikini made things worse. We took towels and a bottle of tan lotion and went down to the beach.
As we swam around, I made several attempts to get her pants off her, but she wouldn't have it, treading water and hanging on to them for dear life.
“Shall we get out now, darling?” she called. “The tide's going out and we don't want to go out with it.”
We swam to the shallows and raced up the beach to where we had left our towels. Stella removed her halter and began to dry herself.
“Is it all right, do you think-to strip, I mean.”
“Of course-Rose owns a couple of acres round the bungalow; no one ever comes round here.”
I skinned my costume down to my hips and towelled myself down.
“Now lie on your tummy and I'll put some lotion on your back.”
I lay flat as Stella rubbed the lotion in from my shoulders down to my hips, then the backs of my thighs. “Turn over now.”
I stretched out on my back, arms above my head, as she bent over me.hands caressing as she massaged the tan lotion into my skin. She left my breasts until the last and I smiled up at her, seeing the expression in her eyes.
The lotion was greasy and her hands slithered over my breasts, bringing the nipples to full erection and ready for action. The hands went on caressing long after there was a need and she finished by bending and pressing a lingering kiss to each hotly-pointed tip.
“Now it's your turn.”
She handed over the bottle and lay on her stomach while I anointed her back and thighs. She sat up, then, and I sat behind her, my legs stretched out on either side of her hips, reaching round to grease her front from that position. I worked slowly up along her thighs, massaged the soft tummy until at last I had those two lovely big breasts, all slippery with the greasy lotion. I massaged and stroked them, feeling her nipples rise big and hot against my palms.
I heard her little murmurs of pleasure and I began kissing the back of her neck. I changed from stroking to squeezing and she leaned forward to break my hold. As my hands slid from her breasts, she turned over on to her stomach again, looking up at me and laughing.
“We said we'd wait until bed-time.”
“You said we'd wait until bed-time!”
“You hold your horses and come and lie down beside me. We must show some sort of a tan when we get home-Phil might start wondering what you were up to.”
We lay side by side and offered our backs to the sun for a while, then turned over for a slow grill to our fronts. About a quarter of an hour of that and Stella knelt over me and patted my belly.