“I think we ought to go in, now-we don't want to get sun-burnt. Besides, it must be going on for five o'clock-Jane should be back soon.”
I smiled up at her sleepily; the distant roll of the outgoing tide had made me drowsy.
“I suppose so.” I held my arms up. “One kiss?”
“That's the sort of thing Jane says, isn't it?” Nevertheless, she bent right over me until our slippery breasts slithered like firm blanc mange together.
I opened my mouth to meet her and we lay for a long minute, our parted lips pressed close, sharing each others breath. Another kiss was pressed to each of my breasts and I gently lifted each of hers to my mouth before we got up and climbed the steps up to the bungalow.
There were only about eight steps up from the beach, but they were quite steep and I nearly lost my footing as I looked up to see Stella's maddening bottom swaying and all but naked just a few inches from my nose. I took another quick step up and craned my neck to plant a quick kiss on one mobile cheek. She looked down, wagged her behind.
“Thank you, ma'am-I'll repay in kind later!”
We went on up to the bungalow, hardly looking where we were going, our eyes on each others bouncing, swaying breasts. Her hand came up and patted the undersides of mine and I stopped, trying to grab her, but she moved nimbly on.
“Uh-uh-later.” She skipped up the two steps to the door.
“I think if I have to wait until tonight, HI eat you!” I was mad for her.
As we went through the door, I bent and gave her another quick kiss on the side of one breast, slipping an arm about her waist.
“Stella, darling, can't we…”
“Have fun, you two? I might have joined you, but the tide's almost out.” Jane stood up from the window seat behind the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Jane! You're back early!” was all I could find to say.
“Not all that much-it's just on five.”
“How-how long have you been in?” asked Stella faintly, stretching the halter across her breasts and tying it at the back.
“Oh, about half an hour, I suppose.”
I remembered my swim-suit and pulled it up to a more decent position. I desperately wanted to look at Jane's face to see what sort of expression she had-her voice gave nothing away-but I couldn't risk meeting her eyes just then. Had she watched us coming up the path? And, much worse-had she seen us down on the beach? She would only have had to look down from the top of the steps. I wanted time to think; I brushed past her, heading for the bedroom.
“Start getting tea, darling,” I tried to infuse lightness into my voice, but it sounded flat and hoarse. “I'll come and help as soon as I'm dressed.”
I went into the bedroom and stripped off my costume, numbly towelled off the surplus lotion. As I stepped into a pair of panties, Stella came in.
“Oh. Stella-what am I going to do now? Did she say anything after I came in here?”
“Nothing much. I asked her if she'd enjoyed her trip round Bridlington and if she had had a good lunch and she said she had, that's all. I must say, though-she sounded just a little bit peculiar: sort of preoccupied. But did she ogle me! Wow! — those hot little eyes of hers or, rather, big eyes! Did you notice the hot looks she was throwing at our bare titties before we covered up?”
“I was too shocked to notice anything.”
“Rita- you have one very sexy little girl on your hands!”
“She's got a very sexy mother on hers!” I said ruefully. “Did she say anything else?”
“Only that she was going to start getting tea, then she went into the kitchen. Come on-let's get dressed and have tea. Don't brood on it, darling; try and act as though nothing had happened-if she sees you looking all worried, she definitely will suspect something. She may not have noticed anything — we don't really know for sure.”
“She must have seen our antics as we came up the path-and she couldn't have missed my kissing you where I did.”
“That could have been in fun.”
“But supposing she looked down at us when we were on the beach-nobody could mistake that for fun!”
“We could go on supposing all night, Rita. Look- if she saw us, there's nothing we can do about it now. My advice is not to say anything or do anything that looks like you might be worried. Anyway, even if she did see us on the beach, she'll probably have forgotten all about it after she's gone back to school. Be thankful we didn't go any further than kissing and squeezing each others tits down there. We just might get away with that, but it would have spelt real disaster if we'd been groping for what we've got between our legs!”
We dressed, not bothering with stockings or suspender-belts, and I took a deep breath, as we went to the door.
“Now remember,” Stella cautioned. “Try and act as normally as possible-that little action coming up the path could be explained away as fun; so, but at it pinch, I'll admit, could the beach episode-if she saw it.”
We went out and joined Jane in getting tea. I did my best during the meal, to make light conversation, but kept stealing glances at my daughter, trying to read what lay behind her expression. Stella came frequently to the rescue when I flagged or when the silence began to drag on too long. Jane's conversation was monosyllabic, but that wasn't an unusual occurrence especially towards the end of a holiday.
We got through the meal somehow and cleared a way. Stella stood at the window, looking out to sea, watching the golden clouds take on a reddish hue as evening drew near.
“I know!” She turned from the window as Jane switched on the radio. “How about a nice little drive blow away the cobwebs? There's still plenty of time before it gets dark. There's a nice public house about five miles from here; it has a garden at the back-the three of us could sit out there and have a drink. What do you like, Jane — lemonade! With perhaps a little dash of port for kicks?”
Jane didn't get wildly enthusiastic, but I saw her eyes open with interest, which was the most encouraging thing that had happened since we'd come back from our swim.
“If you'd like to,” she murmured.
“No-if you'd like to! This is your week-end, darling.” Stella smiled, flickering an eye-lid at me. “Would you?” she pressed.
“Yes-I think I'd like that.” She smiled, then. “And if I could have a lump of ice with it.”
“Whatever you want, my pet,” laughed Stella, both of us exchanging looks of relief.
I sat in the back, and, remembering the peeking I had done earlier, watched my daughter sitting beside Stella. I'm afraid she reminded me of me-if anything. Perhaps a little more blatant about it! It seemed that every other minute that blonde head was turning and ogling Stella's thighs; I wasn't sure whether I was annoyed, jealous-or both! Stella was wearing an even more clinging and shorter dress than she had before we went for our swim, and I knew she only had panties and bra underneath, so Jane was getting her money's worth!
I found I was looking at the scantily-clad female holiday-makers with new eyes. There were two or three dozen of them in the big garden at the back of the pub. Waiters flitted from table to table collecting and delivering orders and the inside bars were crowded.