(Mf)
A chance meeting on
the bus can lead to other things
This story is very
loosely based on lots of different conversations overheard on the bus.
Chapter 6
The kitchen is full of chatter as Mary has seemingly produced a
full fry up from nowhere. What would we do without convenience stores? I have
no idea how long she has been up before she woke us up.
“Right, One, we need to get some food so I can cook in the
evening” Mary says
“One, don’t get any food because you are on holiday and you are
not cooking” I answer stuffing some more bacon in to my mouth “Well you can
cook breakfast, okay?”
“Okay then, two, find a better restaurant, or several better
restaurants” Mary says.
“Three, hit the beach” Sally and Laura both say together.
Sally looks different today, like a load has been lifted off
her. She is unbelievably happy, as is Laura.
After breakfast, we clean up and walk into town. Laura and Sally
are up ahead whispering to each other, while I walk alongside Mary.
“When do you get your results?” she asks
“On the 12th” I reply “they’ll be published in the
Times”
“Same day as Laura and Sally get their results then”
“Yes I guess so”
“I do hope Sally has done alright, I do worry about her” Mary
looked wistfully ahead to where the girls are still chatting away. “I’m glad
she has Laura and you in her life”
“I’m sure Sally will be fine, I know how much Laura has been
helping her”
“I hope so, Oh! A naked man”
I had forgotten there was a nudist beach here.
“Sorry if I was a bit tipsy last night”
I reply “You’re on holiday; you’re allowed to do whatever you
want to do”
“I didn’t do anything embarrassing did I?”
“Nope, you walked home, and went to bed. No dramas, you won’t be
on the local news or anything” I laughed. Mary squeezed my hand. “Thank you for
talking me into coming here with you all”.
We reach town, it is crowded, but we find several restaurants
that all look better than the Italian from last night and book a table at one
for tonight.
We walk down to the harbour, and Mary buys fish and chips for us
all. I try and pay, but she won’t let me.
We sit on the harbour wall, eating and chatting away. Exams,
work and school seem to be miles away, which technically they are I suppose.
To be honest, it is the first time I have really relaxed for
years. No more exams, unless I really screwed up.
I feel as close to Mary as I did to my own parents. She is the
nicest person I have ever met. I feel almost guilty about taking her daughter’s
virginity last night.
We go onto the beach, and dip our toes in the water. Laura is
holding my hand and Sally is holding her mum’s hand.
I can see several young guys looking at us, trying to work out
which of the very attractive girls is mine so they can make a move on the other
one.
“They’re both mine” I think to myself, and I link hands with
Sally as well as Laura.
We walk back along the beach, barefoot in the sand holding our
shoes, the surf breaking over our toes.
“Close your eyes girls, here comes the nudist beach” I say.
This only encourages all three girls to look around even more.
“They’re all old, small and shrivelled up” Sally says
“Sally!” Mary laughs
Sally pulls me back, while Laura and Mary go on chatting
“Thank you so much for last night Billy, I’m a bit sore, but
I’ll be ready to go again in a couple of days according to Laura”
“If Laura says okay, then that’s fine with me, but Laura has to
say it’s okay” I reply.
“I know the rules Billy, we made them together ages ago, and she
will say okay” Sally smirks, kisses me, slaps my bum, squeals and runs off to
catch the others.
The restaurant that night is miles better, and we have a lovely
meal. Mary stays on soft drinks tonight, no matter how much we all encourage
her to have a glass of wine.
We get a taxi back to the villa. Mary looks beat and she says
the sea air makes you so tired and goes off to bed.
The three of us, sit in the lounge, looking at the sea and
drinking scotch, in smaller measures than last night, when half a bottle
disappeared.
We are all snuggled up on the sofa; Sally says “right, I’ll leave
you to it” smirks and goes off to bed.
“I’ve had a wonderful day Billy” Laura says as she snuggles up
close.
My hand automatically traces a line around her tits and across
her nipples, as they poke out the front of her
t-shirt.
“Mmmm, that’s nice” she says and
nuzzles in closer
“Not wearing a bra?” “Only just noticed?” she laughingly
replies.
I lift up her t-shirt and my mouth latches onto one nipple, and
then the other
“Mmmm” she says
I kneel before her and struggle to try and remove her leggings;
she stands up and helps me, and lies back down again.
I lick the top of her thighs, and my mouth covers her cunt, as I
lick her slit. I find her clit, and give it a little nip with my teeth, which
makes her gasp as she pushes her cunt more towards my mouth.
“Oh that’s nice” she says as I push my tongue as far as I can
into her cunt.
Her cunt is very wet, and tastes divine. I struggle out of my
trousers, kicking them off behind me.
“Do you still want me” she laughingly asks “now you’ve had a
virgin?
“I’m not sure” I reply “Are there any more virgins around”. She
punches my arm. “Well okay then, I guess you’ll have
to do” She punches my arm again and pulls me in for a kiss,
My cock instinctively finds her cunt as I push into her.
Slowly and gently in long strokes I push in and out of her
making her gasp each time.
Quickening the pace, Laura is gasping for air as we fuck. “Oh
Billy, Oh Billy” she is saying
“Sorry, don’t mind me, just getting a drink” Mary says, and
quickly shuts the kitchen door.
We grab our clothes and hurriedly get dressed again.
“Oh bugger” I say. Laura is laughing out loud
I get up and go into the kitchen “Sorry, sorry, sorry” I say
“It’s my fault” Mary says, “you’ll have to get more wine into me
so I sleep at night” she laughs
Laura joins us in the kitchen “Sorry, sorry, sorry” she says
Mary laughs again. “It’s your house Billy, it’s my fault for
coming down quietly, and maybe you need to tie bells round my ankles so you can
hear me coming”
We all laugh.
“Join us for a drink?” Laura asks
“Are you sure? Well Okay then”
I pour another three scotches and we sit and chat. “What’s going
on?” a sleepy fourth voice asks
I look at Mary, and sort of rattle my glass.
“Come and join us and have some of this lovely scotch Sally”
Mary says as she pours a fourth scotch.
We sit, we chat, and we laugh. Laura tells the story of the
Morris Minor, which causes Mary to snort scotch out through her nose. The rest
of that bottle of scotch disappears; I find another one, 12 year old malt. Half
of that disappears as well.
Sally is tucked up sleeping in her mum’s lap; Laura and I are
snuggled up together on the sofa.
We see the sun rising across the bay.
“Time for breakfast” says Mary, and eases herself out from under
Sally and produces another wonderful cooked breakfast.
I wonder to myself what her reaction would have been if she had
come down the previous night?
We spend the day drowsily on the beach, getting some sun.
Laura and Sally look magnificent in their bikinis, Mary looks
stunning in an attractive one piece swim suit. For an older woman, she still
has a wonderful body with a pronounced pubic mound.
In the villa we found lots of windbreaks, and have set up a
secluded area where we can fall asleep in the sun.
Copious amounts of sun cream complete the picture, liberally
applied by each of us to each other.
I keep apologising to Mary, she keep apologising to me. We laugh
a lot about it. Sally who is now in on the joke, keeps talking about all the
wonderful sights we have seen, how great it is to see natural things. Mary has
gone past being embarrassed, and now laughs openly about it.
A lot of barriers have come down in these few days, and we all
feel we can talk more openly about things. Although I am sure Mary doesn’t know
about Sally, either being a virgin, or no longer being one, but I am sure she
does suspect that Laura is not the only one I am having sex with.
Mary seems to be following the well worn path of ‘don’t ask a
question unless you really want to know the answer’.
Both girls are very clingy around me, a lot of innocent touching
going on.
In the afternoon, we wander into town, book a restaurant for
tonight. Mary, with a lot of encouragement from Sally buys a bikini. Not as
revealing as Sally’s, but a bikini nonetheless.
We stop at the minimarket on the way back, and Mary emerges with
two heavy bags.
“You’re not cooking” I tell her.
“It’s only bacon, sausages and eggs” she replies.
“Hmm”
Back at the villa, Mary produces two bottles of quite nice
scotch, and two bottles of wine. “To make sure I stay asleep at night” she says
and nudges me playfully.
Mary goes upstairs and comes down wearing the bikini “What do
you think?” she asks Sally
“WOW!” I volunteer before Sally has a chance to answer “If I was
10 years older you wouldn’t stand a chance” I joke.
“If you were 10 years older you wouldn’t be able to walk for
days” she replies, blows me a kiss and does a twirl.
“Mum!”
I pour four glasses of wine, “To not being able to walk for days
and the reason why” I toast, and we all drink and laugh.
“But you do need to trim your hair Mum!” Sally says, “Laura,
have you got your razor, Come on Mum, we’ll help you do it”
We get changed, and call a taxi to take us into town.
A good choice of French restaurant, Mary insists I have a steak,
“to keep my strength and everything else up” which causes Laura to splutter her
wine as she laughs.
Mary is like a different person, relaxed, she is not rushing
about doing things. She has opened up as a person, is more talkative.
She talks about her ex-husband; he sounds a really nasty piece
of work. Some of what she says is news to Sally, and Sally is getting visibly
angry, but Mary calms her down. “It’s all in the past. That’s why I am so glad
you have both found Billy”
Mary is very accepting of the fact that both Laura and Sally are
‘attached’ to me, and that I am ‘attached’ to both of them.
Mary has an admirer. The manager comes over and asks if madam
would like to join him for a Cognac at the bar. Sally is ready to beat him
senseless to the ground, but Mary taps her hand to be
quiet and gracefully accepts his offer. The manager clicks his fingers and a
round of cognac arrives at our table as he escorts Mary to a quiet seating
area.
Sally is watching her mum like a hawk. Mary for her part is
looking relaxed, is laughing, and smiling. She is a very attractive woman, when
she is not dashing around cooking, cleaning and decorating other people houses.
Actually she is a very attractive woman even when she is doing those things.
Another round of cognac arrives; it’s very nice, very smooth. I
suspect it is not the cheapest available.
I ask for the bill, and I am told it has been paid.
The manager escorts Mary back to our table, and she introduces
us. “This is Peter, he owns this restaurant, this is Sally my daughter, Laura
my recently adopted daughter, and Billy my recently adopted son.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope you will join me as my
guest tomorrow evening here again.” “We’d be delighted to” Mary answers without
asking us.
In the taxi home, I tell Mary off for paying the bill. She
didn’t, she thought I had. Mary explains that Peter owns three restaurants here
and another two further along the coast. He’s is divorced, has a small daughter
who lives with her mother in London. He owns a penthouse flat near the town
centre, and is really funny and charming.
Sally is still looking unimpressed.
We are all feeling really tired after not sleeping last night.
Ten minutes after getting home, we are all tucked up in bed fast
asleep. I am spooned between the two most feisty, sensitive, caring, and sexy
girls I know.
Another day, we don’t do much of anything really; all three
girls are on the beach in their bikinis drawing a lot of attention.
I have gone into town, “a work matter” I say. Actually I have
gone into town to find out Peter’s company address and then to the library to
look up his accounts on the computer there. I also make a few phone calls.
Peter is not rich, but his companies make very decent profits.
Digging into his accounts, I find the holding company eventually. Okay he is
very well off, with a personal income before tax approaching seven figures.
Satisfied that he isn’t a gold-digger I head back to the girls
and relax on the beach with them.
That evening we all have dinner with Peter. He is absolutely
charming and an excellent host. He engages all of us in the conversation, and
we have a really relaxing time.
At the end of the evening, he organises a taxi for us. Actually
a big Mercedes private hire car. And we are whisked home in comfort.
We are all slightly drunk, very relaxed and nearly all of us are
happy. Mary is positively glowing, radiating happiness.
Sally still doesn’t entirely trust Peter, but she hasn’t beaten
him to a pulp either, so that’s progress.
We all sleep very well that night.
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