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.
“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
