Geoff stood back and looked at the kitchen wall he had just painted. "It's coming on," he thought to himself. Indeed, the old, dilapidated farmhouse in South Derbyshire was edging toward being habitable. Then the phone in his overall pocket ran He reached for it and cursed as he covered the keyboard in emulsion paint.
"Yes, Mother.
"No, it's not inconvenient.
"I can come by in about an hour."
His parents, who lived a few miles away on the outskirts of Derby, wanted to see him for a couple of minutes. He could hear his father laughing in the background. "Poor lad," he kept saying.
So, Geoff washed his roller and brushes, and put away various tools and ladders before locking up and making the short drive to the big family home. His father was a senior engineer with a big aerospace firm, working on atomic submarine engines, but he rarely spoke about it. "Hush, hush, son," was all he would say.
"What's the problem, Mum?" he said as his dad rolled his eyes.
"Well, your sister has had a bit of a setback. She has caught a virus in the hospital, and they have locked her and some colleagues down for two weeks." is younger sister, Josie, was a junior doctor in the A&E at the big local hospital.
"Oh dear, said Geoff, "will she be, okay?"
"Yes, she'll be fine, but now she can't go on that week's holiday with your Aunt Marjorie and your cousin Janet."
Dad made the sign of the cross as though in a vampire movie.
"So, here's the proposal: As you have the same surname, and Marjorie cannot change the booking that's been paid for - do you want to go in her place?"
"What? Holiday with Aunty Marjorie?" asked Geoff, and his dad started to laugh and pretended to hang himself. Marjorie was Dad's younger sister by a few years, aged about 46. Janet was his sister's age - 24 - whereas Geoff had just turned 28.
Mum said, "I know you were taking some time off work in a week or so to work on the farmhouse, so it would mean going to Spain for a week instead."
Geoff though about it for a few minutes. The family saw very little of his aunt and cousin, except for odd visits and the inevitable funerals. He got on well with Janet, who he found rather shy and a bit under the thumb of her mother. Marjorie was a senior partner in a large national firm of accountants that was based in Manchester. She was tall, skinny, and rather austere; she also had a big nose - a characteristic that she shared with her brother. She seemed very work-driven and lived alone in a very posh neighborhood in rural Cheshire. Janet was also a qualified accountant but worked for a merchant bank in Manchester. She shared a house with some other girls, having moved out a while back, and Geoff had always sensed a bit of tension between mother and daughter.
"Why not." he thought to himself. "I need a break, and a week by a pool with some potentially attractive hotel guests seems a good idea."
"I'll go," said to his mother.
"You must be desperate," said his father. "I wouldn't go if she paid me!"
"I will phone her now," said Mum. "I guess you will be getting your instructions within the hour."
Sure, enough when Geoff got home there was some incoming mail on his laptop. Marjorie had sent him the full itinerary, with his time to be at Manchester airport and what he had to bring in the way of clothing - jacket required for the evening meal, for instance - and also asked for his passport number. It was all very businesslike, and, he suspected, a sign of things to come. On a lighter note, Janet had texted to remind him to bring his tennis racquet, with a rejoinder that she would 'whup his ass,' which was probably correct as she was an excellent, talented player.
Geoff's family name was Jackson, and, indeed, Marjorie had reverted to that when her husband - Janet's father - had died some years ago. Janet still used her birth name of Wilson. Geoff was never sure of the exact circumstances, and his father would never discuss it. Marjorie and Justin had married as soon as they both left Uni, which was a surprise to the family, and Janet had come along soon after. But then Justin had started to have mental issues, culminating in a breakdown, and he'd died in an accident on a railway level crossing when Janet was just four. It had been declared an accident, although there' were hints that it was self-inflicted.
Geoff opened another text from Janet, giving him a link to the hotel's website so that he could look at the brochure. Her only comment was that he should ignore page seven. He opened the brochure to discover that there were, in fact, two hotels on a very extensive site in southern Spain: Norte (North) and Sur (South). North was set up for family holidays with plenty of play areas and suchlike. South, a couple of kilometers away, was strictly adults only; they didn't accept any guests under age 18. "Smart marketing." thought Geoff. "I bet they are both popular."
Behind the hotels were two extensive 18-hole golf courses and a tennis complex. The whole setup looked - and was - expensive. Of course, he promptly turned to the forbidden page seven in the South section
There were two beaches for South, the larger being in front of the hotel and stretching away towards North. Some distance away further south was separate beach, adjacent to a rocky headland jutting out into the sea. This, the brochure explained, was a clothing optional beach, and guests were ferried to and from by a tractor pulling a small string of trailers. Both beaches had basic catering facilities.
Geoff texted back: "Are we all getting our kit off, then?"
Janet replied: "Do you want brown buns, cousin? Mother says we can't even think about it, otherwise there will be impure thoughts. It's the hotel pool or the textile beach for us, full stop."
Geoff grinned, and then phoned his business partner, Simon to tell him he was having a holiday instead of working on his farmhouse. They had met at Uni. Geoff had read chemical engineering, and Simon business studies and marketing. Simon's uncle owned a small company in Derby working in fiberglass and general plastic fabrications. The two friends shared a hobby - canoeing - and used the uncle's workshop to mend their kayaks after the inevitable bumps and scrapes. Geoff's specialty at Uni had been research into composites such as carbon fiber and resin laminates, so they'd decided to fabricate their own, very strong, lightweight kayaks. They were immediately successful, and they'd been inundated with requests for replicas. So, whilst still full-time students they'd set about small scale production. On leaving Uni, Simon's uncle had said that he was retiring, and had offered them his business. Geoff had scraped together his 50% of the equity, helped by a small legacy and a loan from his dad, and the pair had entered the world of work at age 23. Over the next five years they'd made very good progress utilizing Geoff's technical acumen and Simon's commercial and marketing flair, expanding into different products and markets.
"Have a good one," said Simon. "You've been banned from the bare beach, though? What a waste! You would have a permanent stiffy"
Geoff laughed but did wonder what it would be like.
SATURDAY
The three met in the departure concourse at Manchester Airport. Geoff saw Janet first. She looked very chic in tailored slacks and a lightweight jumper, her hair cut in a fashionable bob and wearing her usual large, tortoiseshell glasses.
"Where's Aunt Marjorie?" he asked.
"Arguing with the booking desk about the baggage allowance. She is probably asking to speak to the Chairman of British Airways about it."
Marjorie strode across the concourse towards her sizeable pile of expensive luggage. "Damn jobsworths," she muttered, and then saw Geoff.
"Hello Geoff, how is my brother and your dear sister? Is she coping with isolation?"
Her face was grim, and she soon turned to berate the receptionist without waiting for an answer. Marjorie, half a head taller than Janet, was wearing cream trousers and a pale blue blazer over a patterned blouse. It didn't look the most comfortable travel wear. Janet had but a single modest-sized suitcase, as did Geoff. He only brought a suitcase as he need to store a couple of jackets and two tennis racquets. As they were queuing to board the Airbus, Geoff asked Janet what the purpose of the trip in early summer was.
"Mum's practice has done a lot of work for one of the resort's investors, and this holiday is a thank-you freebie. Mind you, the scheduled air fares are quite expensive."
"What's my share of the tickets. Aunt Marjorie? I like to pay my own way."
"I think we can drop the 'Aunt' prefix for this week, if that's okay, and don't worry about the airfare." With that, Marjorie returned to her tablet computer and continued to tap away at some report or other. It was a nice, cloudless day, so Geoff just looked out of the window as they overflew France and enjoyed a couple of beers. Janet dozed the whole way.
They were met at the airport by a smart shuttlebus, and an hour or so later it turned through some security gates onto a paved road running down the side of an immaculate golf course. Within few minutes they crested a rise to see the blue Mediterranean stretching to the horizon, and the white, rendered walls of a large, low-rise hotel.
Marjorie called a summit meeting. "This is a complimentary booking, so I can't really start to adjust, but we will be sharing just the one room, although I am told it is a good size. I trust we will all respect one another's privacy."
"Of course," responded the cousins.
Indeed, the room was of a very generous size, with a sea view balcony, large windows, a sizable bathroom with a walk-in shower, and two queen size beds a respectable distance apart
"I can take the couch if you want," said Geoff gallantly, but Marjorie said she and Janet would share the one nearest the window and asked if he snored.
"Not that I've noticed," replied Geoff with a grin.
They unpacked, and Geoff went downstairs for a walk round whilst the ladies showered and changed. Then he had a quick shower and changed into a polo shirt and chinos. When they'd checked in, they'd each been given a rubber wrist band with an embedded microchip. As the hotel was almost cashless, the chip was used for all purchases - except in the little shopping mall - and could be used at the swimming pool terrace café and the small beach bars.
They were escorted into a large bar where they were handed complimentary drinks, and then listened to a 'pep talk' by one of the managers. He explained the procedure for playing golf and tennis, then announced a few other events. Apparently, there would be a guests' bridge tournament on Thursday afternoon and a guests' ballroom dancing competition on Friday evening. Additionally, on Wednesday afternoon there would be a complimentary coach trip inland to a large street market. He concluded with information about the beaches: the large one in front of the hotel was for general use; there was a lifeguard in attendance and a popular beach café. There was a half kilometer gap between the main beach and the small beach by the headland. On that beach, clothing was optional, and everyone was asked to respect one another. Cameras were prohibited. Access was only by traveling on the tractor and trailer 'train,' which shuttled back and forth all day. With that, he told them that, as it was Saturday, it was Fiesta Night, so after dinner there would be a lively floorshow.
The three then strolled outside onto the terrace that overlooked the large swimming pool and wandered through the spacious atrium and public rooms before heading for the bar and into the dining room. Janet was now wearing a check miniskirt that showed off her very elegant legs, together with a black sleeveless top with a high neck. Geoff noticed that she was wearing a padded bra to mitigate what seemed to be her otherwise flat chest. She had put on some subtle makeup and placed a red band in her hair. Geoff thought she looked most attractive. Marjorie was wearing a green dress that came to mid-calf, which had an embroidered bodice top, and she also looked very elegant. Geoff couldn't help noticing that she also had a very small bust, although she carried it all off with aplomb.
Dinner was excellent, and the complimentary wine - which Geoff feared might be rough - was smooth and mellow. As the dessert course was being cleared away, a smartly dressed middle-aged lady came across to their table.
"Hi, are you just in today? My name is Eunice, and I was hoping that one of you plays bridge, because we are stuck for a fourth this week, and we play most afternoons when the boys are golfing." She waved to a nearby table with two ladies and three men looking at them.
"I play most weeks," said Marjorie, "but I don't know if I will be good enough."
"I am sure you will be. Let me introduce you to the others."
They all walked across to the other table. "These are my fellow cardsharps, Joyce and Freda, and our better halves are Ron, Ken and Colin." There were handshakes all round.
"Now please tell us that one of you plays golf," said Ron. "We play most days and three is a bum number."
"I am so sorry," said Geoff, "I have never played. I have brought my tennis racquet, though, and have a grudge match with Janet coming up."
There was a chorus of damns from the three old boys, and an invitation to join them in a round of drinks. It became apparent that this was their fifth visit to Solaris, where the boys played golf and the girls played cards, and they all enjoyed the sun. They were all retired and seemed quite well off. As everyone drifted into the concert lounge for the floorshow, Colin nudged Geoff and asked him if he was going to try the nude beach.
"Marjorie will have my balls nailed to the balcony if I even think about it."
Unbeknownst to Geoff, Joyce had murmured the same question to Janet, who'd blushed, stuttered, spluttered, and shook her head.
Nobody asked Marjorie.
They watched the Fiesta for an hour or so, with some pretty girls in red dresses twirling to the sound of guitar and castanets, but fatigue set in, and they retired to their room. Geoff used the bathroom first, emerging dressed in well-worn shortie pajamas, and he slid into his bed at the end of the room. Marjorie was next and exited dressed in expensive-looking cream silk pajamas, followed by Janet, who was wearing a long nightshirt. Geoff risked a peek as she slid into bed, exposing most of a long, muscular leg, and he wondered if she was wearing panties. She took off her glasses and blew him a kiss. "Down, boy!"
SUNDAY
The next day was Sunday, their first full day and they decided to spend it by the pool, or on the beach, with lunch in the terrace café, so Geoff offered to make a speedy change, and put on his swim trunks and a long tee shirt before descending to the restaurant and heading for the generous buffet. He was hailed by the six oldsters, who were looking remarkably bright and breezy, and they filled him in with everything he needed to know about the resort. Marjorie and Janet eventually joined them, they had taken their time getting ready and both looked very chic. They had smart wraps covering their swimwear, and whilst Janet was wearing rope soled sandals, her mother had some very fashionable ones with cross cords over her calves. The three ladies persuaded Marjorie to join them for a few hands of bridge after lunch, whilst the old boys headed for the golf course, as Ken had brought along a set of new balls that he reckoned to add ten yards to his drive. The three newcomers bagged three sun loungers on the terrace overlooking the pool, laid out their towels and set down the beach bag.
Of all the sports to build up your arm and chest muscles, kayaking rates somewhere near the top. Coupled with some months of hefting concrete blocks and bags of cement, Geoff had a ripped physique, with powerful upper arms, pectorals, and abductors and as he peeled off his tee shirt Janet gasped and spoke
"Wow, what have you been hiding?"
"Just hard work and clean living, ladies, but the sun doesn't get to the legs inside a canoe!"
Marjorie gave him a long look;" Those are some muscles, don't frighten the other guests"
Geoff just smiled, as Marjorie took off her wrap to reveal a slinky one-piece costume with a high cut leg to enhance her long limbs. The top had was decorated with a bunched flower effect to disguise the lack of a bust. Janet disrobed to reveal a very conservative two piece, with a deep, wired halter top in blue check and with matching shorts. They both put on floppy sunhats and Janet exchanged her specs for a pair of large sunglasses. They just lazed away most of the morning, Geoff and Janet went in the pool a couple of times, unlike Marjorie, and a handsome waiter delivered a round of drinks. They had a snack lunch in the Terrace café, and then Marjorie announced that she was going to get changed and meet the girls for a few hands of bridge. As she hurried off, Janet said.
"Mum is an absolute killer at bridge, she plays twice a week and is very competitive, I feel a bit sorry for the other three."
The cousins returned to the poolside loungers, and swapped stories about their time at college. Geoff discovered that Janet had a wicked sense of humor, with an infectious giggle and the day flew by.
Drinks and dinner with the six senior citizens were good fun, and Geoff sensed that his aunt was staring to loosen up. The old boys still moaned at Geoff for not learning to play golf, and offered lessons, but he smiled a polite refusal. The dinner itself took the form of an al fresco barbecue on the wide terrace, with an excellent guitarist playing Spanish music. They retired late and were soon asleep.
MONDAY.
The next morning Geoff was awake but kept his eyes half closed to peek at Janet as she swung her legs out of bed, but she didn't flash anything interesting, then it was his turn for the bathroom for a quick shower and shave and a change into tee shirt and swimwear. After breakfast they once again sunned by the pool, Janet still in her conservative two-piece and his aunt in another slinky one piece, this one in black.
Marjorie was very fidgety, as she wanted to get into the bridge game, and she left to get changed just before lunch, so the cousins had tapas and a bottle of white wine at the café. Then Geoff said.
"Anyone for tennis?" and grinned at Janet, who laughed and nodded, so they had another coffee and went to the room to get changed. Geoff put on a pair of boxers and his sports shorts together with a clean tee shirt and a pair of battered trainers. Janet went into the bathroom and emerged in a white tennis dress with bright red shoes. She flashed him her sports knickers, also in red. A red eyeshade completed the outfit. Geoff told her she looked amazing, and she responded with a beaming smile.
They picked up their racquets and got into a golf buggy to head for the courts complex, where they purchased two tubes of balls from the pro shop. They started to knock up and Geoff soon realized he was very out of practice. He had been a fair player at Uni, and could hold his own in a doubles match, but Janet, who had been to tennis school in her teens and still played regularly, was a much better player.
"Best of three?" said Geoff.
"You've no chance," came the reply, what's the prize for the champ?"
"We'll work something out."
Geoff won the toss and served. He lost the first game to love, as Janet had him scrambling side to side with her accurate, looping drives. He was soon staring at match point, and indeed lost the set 6 to 1. But he found that, if he kept hammering at her backhand, she would often spoon the ball up for him to smash away. He gradually drew ahead and won the second set 6 to 4.
It was by far the liveliest match on the complex, and a small crowd had formed at the side of the court. Two women in tennis gear and smart blousons were obviously staff, and there were several youngsters who were apparently there for lessons. "Brava," said one of the ladies, is this the deciding set?" They nodded, and the woman gestured to the youngsters; "They will be your ball catchers, it's good practice, they are at a big tournament next week."
Geoff started the set well, but Janet changed tactics and started playing dropshots, steadily amassing points, winning the set 6 to 4, which drew a round of applause from the small crowd. Geoff gave Janet a kiss.
"Well played."
"So, what's my prize?"
"Coming up.
They toweled off and glugged a bottle of water, then, mounting the buggy Geoff headed for the small shopping mall behind Solaris, there were the usual stores selling souvenirs and sunglasses, plus a pharmacy, and three or four clothes retailers. Geoff took Janet's hand, and - still in their tennis gear - led her into the largest clothes shop, which seemed to sell anything from bikinis to ball gowns.
"Give me a moment," he said, and Janet started to look through the bargain rail. Geoff headed for a pretty shop assistant.
"Do you speak English?" The assistant smiled and nodded.
"Can you help us? I want to buy my friend a new modern bikini, but she is self-conscious about her small bust." The girl gathered several boxes from the shelves and went across To Janet, leading her to the end of the store and though a curtain. After a period of silence, he could here Janet's raised Voice.
"No Way, I can't wear that!"
Then he heard the shop girl start talking, and after several minutes the curtain was pulled aside, and Janet stepped though.
Geoff's jaw dropped. Janet was wearing a tiny red polka dot bikini which showed off her long muscular legs and flat stomach, whilst the top was tailored so that her small breasts were pushed up and together. The effect was stunning, although Janet seemed embarrassed.
"I think I look good, but there are too many white bits showing, and mother will have a fit"
"A couple of days in the sun will sort the white bits, leave Marjorie to me" By the way, are you the same size?"
"Yes, why?"
Geoff turned to the assistant and fished out his Visa card; "We'll take that one, and one in green if you've got one."
As they headed back to the room to get changed out of tennis gear, Janet squeezed his hand and thanked him, but said she didn't know where she would wear it.
"Pool tomorrow," said Geoff, with a grin, and returned the squeeze.
The card players, golfers, and tennis players met up for drinks before dinner and talked about the day. Eunice told the cousins that Marjorie was a demon player, and that they would team up for Thursday's tournament. However, it seemed Ken's new golf balls wouldn't fly straight and there was a lot of banter. When they learned that Janet had won the tennis, Geoff came in for some more derision. After another excellent meal, they took their drinks into the concert lounge, where most of the floor had been cleared for dancing to a lively six-piece combo and a Tina Turner lookalike singer. Geoff asked Janet for a dance.
"Mother's much better than me, she was on the dance team at college." Geoff held Janet in his arms as they reeled off a lively quickstep. Geoff was a very confident dancer, when he and his sister were just teenagers his mother packed them off for ballroom lessons every week much to his annoyance, as he would rather be out with his friends. But the siblings became very polished dancers, and were entered into competitions to his mother's delight, but it all stopped when they went into college. So, for the next dance, Geoff asked his aunt. She was dressed in in another expensive number, a maroon silk dress with a hem just above the knee and a pair of maroon strappy heels.
Whilst Janet was a good dancer, Marjorie was in another league. They swooped though a foxtrot and Marjorie said.
"You have hidden talent, Geoff, where did you learn to dance like that?
"I was forced into it as a teenager, so when did you last have a twirl?"
"Years and years ago, what was your favorite dance?
"Josie and I won some trophies dancing Latin American, although I will have forgotten the moves by now."
At the end of the dance Marjorie walked across to the bandleader and said something.
"Right, folks," she said, turning to the seven sat at the table, let's see if this young man can dance."
The band struck up a very good Cha-cha-cha, and Marjorie held her hand out to Geoff. This was something he could really do. It was surprisingly good to feel Marjorie undulating against him as they sashayed back and forth and when he pushed his lead leg between hers, she clamped him tight which sent a rush of blood to his head. And groin. They got back to the table and the old boys had written some numbers on the back of the menus which they held up and applauded. Geoff sat down and gulped his beer. Marjorie was beginning to surprise him.
TUESDAY
Tuesday morning Geoff was awake - as was his habit - by 0645. And for the first time in ages, he felt a morning wood. He reached down under the covers and released his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze and stroke. His mind drifted between Janet in her new bikini and Marjorie clamping his leg in a vice. Bad boy, he said to himself, and considered going to the bathroom for a good blowout. But Janet then got out of bed in her long nightshirt and headed for the bathroom instead. Geoff groaned, and feigned sleep. But as soon as Janet returned, Marjorie got out of bed in her silk pajamas and started to open the curtains. "Bugger." thought Geoff, "where is the privacy?"
Eventually they sorted themselves out, and after a rapid shower and shave Geoff was first to be dressed in swim shorts and tee shirt, and he set off in search of a coffee.
The three older couples were already at the buffet, Eunice said they had another bridge afternoon planned, whilst Ron had been in the golf pro shop and bought a new putter which he was convinced would be worth three shots per round. Marjorie and Janet were much later than usual, and it was apparent that they had been arguing.
"What's up?" said Geoff to Janet, as her mother stalked off towards the fruit juice counter.
"We've had words," said Janet, and pulled her beach wrap partly to one side to reveal the new polka dot bikini. "She thinks I look like a stripper."
"You look terrific."
"Well, tell her that."
"I will."
By the time Marjorie had selected her breakfast the others had left, and the trio sat at a corner table. Marjorie glared at Geoff.
"So, you bought Jezebel this glamour outfit?"
"Yes, it was her prize for winning the tennis final."
"It's disgusting, if you go out there, please don't sit anywhere near me, they might think we're related."
"Marjorie, your daughter is a beautiful, vivacious young woman. Her swimsuit was awful, she might as well have been wearing a boiler suit. I've seen body armor that's more attractive. She gets more stares wearing that than wearing her tennis prize."
"Harumph....."
"Anyway, I haven't left you out. This is for being a good dancer last night." And Geoff produced the gift bag from the boutique and handed it to Marjorie. She looked inside at the green polka dot bikini.
"You don't expect me to wear that. You are a pervert, nephew. "
I think you will look good in that - do you fancy a bronzed tummy?"
There were giggles from Janet and grumbles from her mother, but they eventually subsided, and they all went out to the sun terrace. Geoff once more peeled off his tee shirt to reveal rippling muscles, and Marjorie lay down, this time in a fetching gold one-piece. Taking a deep breath, Janet took off her wrap to reveal her new bikini but chose to lay on her stomach on the lounger. Marjorie put on a big sun hat and designer shades and started reading a book. Geoff and Janet started talking about nothing in particular, and then Janet asked about Geoff and Simon's business. He explained to Janet what composites were, and how the business had grown. She asked what plans they had for the future and Geoff said that they had a big decision to make about a better autoclave. This is a heated pressure vessel that can 'cure' the carbon fiber to give it steel-like strength, but they were expensive, and they looked like having to raise debt to pay for it. Janet asked him if they had researched any technology grants and said this was part of what she did at the merchant bank.
"How much will it cost to buy and install?"
"About fifty grand, but it will speed up what we do, and open up some new markets."
"Will it be big enough?"
"For now, yes."
"Let me email a colleague." and she pulled a small MacBook from the beach bag and rattled off a message.
They resumed general conversation, pausing to apply sunscreen to Janet's newly exposed skin, and Marjorie announced that she was off to get changed and to have lunch with the girls before more bridge.
Geoff and Janet moved to the poolside café and ordered some beer and tapas. Janet looked at Geoff and asked:
"Can I ask why you and Melody split up; you don't have to tell but I would like to know. I only met her once, she seemed nice" Melody had been Geoff's girlfriend for the last couple of years, but they had split up just before Christmas.
"In essence - money. She couldn't get enough of it, and she just loved to spend it. We shared a nice apartment in town, she couldn't afford it so me paying half the rent was welcome. But I had to bail her credit card out three or four times. Then when I inherited the old run-down farm from grandma, she kept pestering me to sell it and buy something ready done. Melody worked for a mid-sized estate agency with a couple of branches and let on that they had a client always looking for prospects, indeed she had told him about the farm, and he had been to look at it when I wasn't there. He would have converted it into a mini mansion, and looked to build on the adjacent fields, I became very angry as I suspected she was in for a big backhander if the sale and planning went through. So, I moved out and bunked at the farm, which was very basic but there was only me. She started to become close to her boss who owned the business, resulting in him leaving his wife and two small children. Then she was running round in a Porsche Boxster, and they were taking luxury holidays. One of her coworkers at the agency keeps texting me with gossip as the staff resent her working there and sleeping with the boss, she reckons it will all go bang."
"Looks like you dodged a bullet then, cousin."
"Yes, there were some tears and anger, but it was never going to work out."
Janet reached out and squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry, Cuz."
"So, why did you and Gary split up?" Janet and Gary had been an item from leaving Uni, and we all expected them to get married.
"It wasn't money, Gary comes from a very wealthy family, his father is the senior partner in the accountancy practice and Gary will follow him on. But it all started to grind to a halt. Plus, mother never liked him, she said he had no ambition and was just coasting along. Eventually it just fizzled out last September, we had been on a nice holiday to Italy, but it was a chore, so we split."
"Looks like we've both been through it, let's have another beer, no one is driving anywhere"
"There's a bit more to it than I've told you, but it's rather difficult, maybe some other time."
Geoff sensed her reticence and squeezed her hand and then ordered more beer and tapas.
"What shall we do this afternoon, then?"
"What have you in mind?"
Carpe Diem - Seize the Moment
"I think we should go on the at little train to see what the nude beach looks like"
"What, you and me with no clothes on?"
"Well, your mother is busy at the moment"
"I am not sure"
"Neither am I, I am thinking of going on the train, looking at the beach and if we panic, we can come straight back again."
"I still don't know."
"Are you going back without giving it a whirl? You may never have another chance. And I'm no threat."
"I don't have any breasts and I bet the beach is full of them."
"I am no shakes with my clothes off, promise not to laugh."
" Mother won't like it."
"Mother's not coming."
"Come on, one more beer and we are going," and Geoff waved at the barman.
"Now I need a pee."
" Me too, make it a quickie"
Somewhat nervously, Janet put on her wrap, Geoff put on his shirt, and they waited in a small queue for the little tractor to return. The passengers were a mixed lot, mostly older than the cousins. Reaching the end of the unsurfaced road, everyone got off and headed down the shallow steps to the beach. There were maybe only one hundred people scattered over the wide expanse, so there was plenty of space for privacy.
"OK?" said Geoff
"We may as well," said Janet and they moved to pass in front of the small log cabin which was serving drinks and snacks. One of the bar staff was a strikingly attractive tall blond girl who looked Scandinavian. The bar staff all wore shorts, presumably obeying some EU hygiene directive but she was topless, with a magnificent rack in front of her, high, firm breasts and stiff nipples, Geoff tried to look without staring.
"I can't get my top off with those in sight."
"You'll do just fine."
And they then spotted an elderly couple walking up towards the steps. Both looked to be in their sixties, tanned all over, carrying towels and a beach bag. The lady was short and skinny, her companion likewise but with an enormous penis. It hung down from his groin and flapped against his thighs like a python. The cousins tried not to look.
"Now I will feel inadequate," said Geoff
"It's like a firehose. "
They linked arms and walked down towards the sea to a spot without close company. Geoff reached into the beach bag and produced two towels, which he laid on the raked sand side by side. Taking the initiative, he peeled off his shirt, wriggled out of his swim trunks and sat down. Janet took a deep breath, and, whilst keeping her sunhat and shades on, undid her bikini top and dropped it into the bag, and then untied one side of her bikini bottoms, stepped out of them, and put those in the bag. She also sat down on her towel and smiled at Geoff.
"Done it."
"Janet, you look wonderful" When was the last time you did this?"
"About twenty years ago, aged five, on the beach in North Wales, mother had rented a caravan in Abersoch."
They both looked at one another without embarrassment, Janet looked at Geoff's penis, which was flaccid but rather larger than her erstwhile boyfriend. Geoff looked at Janet's breasts, they were just large swellings on her chest although firm and proud, but her nipples were startling. Rather like two cocktail sausages they poked out horizontally, the color of milk chocolate against her white skin. He was fascinated. At the base of her stomach was a vee of close-cropped hair, above a pair of flat outer lips that were clamped tight shut, there being no mons veneris nor any trace of a bump indicating the site of her clitoris. Again, he was intrigued but turned and lay face down on his towel. Janet lifted a bottle of water from the bag, took a swig and offered it to Geoff who smiled his thanks. Then, as though it was the natural thing to do, she opened a bottle of sunscreen and, whilst still sitting, proceeded to slaver the oil all over her arms, chest, stomach, and groin indeed anywhere there was any white skin. Geoff turned his head and watched. It was one of the most erotic sights he had ever witnessed, and he fought to keep his erection down.
Janet then lay on her front and asked him to do the same to her back. To do this, Geoff had to get onto his knees and his cock started to lift despite his concentration. He began by oiling her back, and then her legs, eventually rubbing the oil onto her pale buttocks. Janet squirmed and giggled.
Are you helping with the sunscreen or lubing me up, cousin?" Geoff paused his efforts, but his erection ignored his brain's instruction.
"That's done," he said, and quickly rolled onto his towel, face down.
"My turn, I'll open a fresh bottle."
Don't you know there's an oil shortage." Geoff felt the oil being poured onto his shoulders, running down his back. Janet rubbed it into his back and then his legs. She left his buttocks until last, and her hand found its way up his thigh until her hand nudged his balls.
"Will that be all sirs; shall we do the other side?"
"Jan, I have to say no, I admit to having a boner and the other folks on the beach would not be pleased to see it. Give me a few minutes and it will calm down. You can't blame the little chap for reacting to a pretty girl with no clothes on".
They both laughed, and lay face down, side by side on their towels. There were no other people within thirty yards. Janet, resting her chin on her forearms, looked at Geoff.
"You remember I said that Gary and I had some personal issues?" Geoff nodded.
"Well, it's to do with sex, so can I ask you a very personal question?"
"Sure."
When you are having sex with someone, how long do you last before you cum?"
"Mm. It can vary, anywhere between five and ten minutes but it can be longer if we are fooling around with different positions. And it can take longer the second time."
"And how soon can it get stiff again?"
This was an awkward question. One of his lucky talents was to be able to get a second erection very quickly, but he shuffled.
"It depends, usually within a few minutes." His record was less than a minute
"Why do you ask?"
"Gary's longest was about twenty seconds. And when he had finished it shriveled up and he never got it going again. We tried some stuff from a sex shop to rub on his willy, but it didn't work, and I got cystitis. I even put it in my mouth, but it wouldn't get stiff."
"I am so sorry for you, Jan, you must have tried to make it work"
"It gets worse, the whole sex thing made him very withdrawn, and he started to act strangely. Then a girl friend of mine from the tennis club, who works with Gary, told me he had started seeing a much older lady in her fifties. They were going to classic music concerts and the theatre, and one weekend when he told me he was away with his family they went to Scarborough to a music festival and stayed in the same hotel. I confronted him with this, and he lost his temper, calling me a slut. I left his flat and took all my things over to the house I now share with the other girls. Mother said she knew it would collapse and offered to let me go back home but I refused. The girls took me out clubbing and brought me home smashed. I gather he has moved in with her, his parents are not happy and came to see me, but I told them he was a shit and I wanted nothing to do with him. "
Geoff reached across and grasped her hand.
"It was for the best; we are a couple of wrecks, aren't we?"
"That was last September, I mooched about for a while feeling sorry for myself but played a lot of tennis and had a good Christmas back home although mother can be very stiff. This holiday was to be a cheer up for me, and some fun time with your sister. But I am moaning with you instead, cousin, thanks for listening"