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.
The tables were spaced out on a close-cropped lawn the size of a tennis-court and surrounded by well- pruned trees, strung with lights ready for darkness.
Stella leaned towards me as Jane's attention was distracted.
“Look at that thing at my elbow-or have you seen it already?”
“What thing?”
“Here behind me.” She moved her eyes to indicate the direction. “She moved round behind you, now.”
I looked round quickly, not quite sure what I was looking for and nearly stuck my nose into one of the largest female bottoms I'd ever seen! I drew back and took stock as she turned to talk to a male companion. She must have been about six feet tall and had everything outsize to match. All she more were a pair of shorts and a silk scarf across her breasts, which stuck outwards and upwards like massive footballs. She couldn't have been more than about twenty-five or so.
“I actually had my elbow up her arse.”
“Stella!”
“True-she came too close and I turned and it went right between the cheeks; she apologised, too.”
“I hadn't noticed.”
“I know — you were too busy watching the other talent that abounds! How would you like to have her in bed, eh?”
“I don't think I'd know much about it-she could lay you out with one swipe of those great breasts!”
“I was nearly raped by a woman of her size once; she caught me in a toilet with my pants down. It was my own fault, really I was silly enough to have a drink in a pub frequented by lesbians, on the more sleazy side of London. You know-one of those moods when one takes a fancy to see how 'the other half live'. I suppose she noticed me eyeing one or two of the better looking locals and thought I was trying to get a pick-up for a few kicks.
“Well, I went to have a pee, and, of course, it had to be one of the places that don't have any locks on the doors. I was just squeezing out the last drops, when in walks this character. I got up and made a grab at my pants but I wasn't nearly quick enough; I hadn't got them half way up my legs when she had a great hamlike hand over my poor little cunny-. her hand covered the whole lot, including half my bottom! I don't know if you've ever had someone grab you there-I mean when you don't want it-but it's a revolting sensation-humiliating, too. Then she was trying to kiss me. Ugh! I'll never forget that horrible, beery breath!
“Things went from bad to worse; she started trying to push a finger up me. I screamed, then, and several people came in-including the publican! I got out feeling unclean, but lucky. I went straight home and soaked for hours in the bath, blushing every time I thought of all those people-a man included-seeing me with my knickers down and another woman's hand pawing me between my…”
“What are you two whispering about?” Jane's attention had come back to us. I began to feel uncomfortable again, when she added: “Something that I shouldn't know about?”
“I was just telling your mother about something that happened to me a long time ago.”
“Exciting?”
“Definitely not! Shall we have another drink before we go?” Stella was already catching the eye of a waiter. By the time she had given the order, Jane's mind had wandered off the subject.
However, the subject having been brought back rather spoilt the rest of the trip for me. I started to notice something else, then-Jane kept eyeing me when she thought I wasn't noticing, and she had the most peculiar expression on her face. I began to wish I was sitting behind her in the car. When we got back, I wished it were bed-time, so that I could shut myself in with Stella and not have to face those eyes.
I had convinced myself by now that she had seen everything that afternoon-even when we were down on the beach. I had also convinced myself that she had enough knowledge about the sexes to know what was going on between her mother and Stella.
By the time Jane went off to her room, I was feeling like a criminal.
“Come on, darling-I know what will pull you right.” She poured two stiff whiskies and handed me one; lit two cigarettes and stuck one in my mouth. Taking me by the arm, she led me into the bedroom, locking the door after us. “Now sit down there and talk it out of your system-by the time we've finished our cigarettes talk ceases, action starts. By the way-I have a surprise, for you and I don't want you all broody!”
“I won't be, Stella,” I smiled. “Even though this whole business about Jane has me worried sick I know I shall still enjoy our love-making-is that strange?”
