View from a cliff...the story continues.
As I walked back over the cliffs, returning to where I had parked my car in Swanage, I pondered on what had happened during the afternoon.
The girls on the boat seemed very outgoing and friendly and I had never expected to see their exhibitionism on my outing to the coast. Or for them to invite me to perform for them, though I didn't need much persuading.
My problem was having been given a mobile number, and a time to ring it, I was unsure if I should. As much as I would like to contact them, was it a joke or for real. And if for real why would a couple of gay girls want to meet up with a guy who they knew nothing about, other than the sight of his naked body.
The possibilities rolled through my brain until I got back to the car. I stashed my gear into the boot and set off for home. Anyway, I thought to myself, I am due back in work tomorrow so unless something was going to happen at the weekend I would be unlikely to see them again. They were probably visitors for the week and would be returning home on Friday as it was the usual 'change' day.
The half hour drive home seemed to fly by without me even noticing, I must have been on auto-pilot. I live in a small village about twenty miles from the coast and although it is mainly made up of quaint cottages, like most Dorset villages, I live in a small modern apartment block that had been built from the local sandstone so that it blended in.
Mine is a two bedroom apartment which I purchased with the intent of allowing family to visit being so close to the coast. I have a nice separate bathroom between the two bedrooms with another W.C. just off of the hall. The rest is made up of a large kitchen/diner/lounge.
Although there is no garden the lounge area has a set of French windows that let in the sun and I sometimes sunbathe naked there as I am not overlooked by any other properties.
I showered to remove any sweat and sun cream from my body and set about preparing myself dinner. I had the television on in the background whilst cooking and heard the weather forecaster say that the warm weather was going to continue over the weekend.
I kept checking the kitchen clock as I ate and watched T.V. Am I going to phone or not.....I still didn't know. It was about ten minutes to eight when I made my mind up.
If it's a trick, so what, no harm done. Perhaps they just wanted a basic chat, again, no loss. But what if they want more.....am I prepared to give up the opportunity of a chance to be with two attractive girls. NO!
I was sat in an armchair and waited for the kitchen clock to chime 8:00. I picked up the book I had been reading at the coast and flicked to the page where I had noted the mobile number.
I keyed in the number they had given me 0779xxxxxxx. It started ringing immediately. Good news. A mature female voice answered....'shit' I thought. I didn't quite catch the answer she gave as I panicked.....'Pardon 'I stuttered.
'Hiya...its Jenny.....Gemma's mum....she's still in the bathroom so I picked up her phone to answer for her.' 'Oh...ok '...I stuttered. Hi....Hi.....its Davey.....sorry David.
'Mum......what are you doing with my phone' I heard a background voice say. 'It was ringing so I answered it'. 'It's Davey'.
'Davey?'.....'oh yes Davey'........'Ok mum, thanks. '
I sensed the fumbling as the mobile was pulled from one hand to another.
'Hi'......a much younger sounding voice quietly replied.
I smiled to myself...'Hello Gemma, I feel like an old family friend....say thanks to your mum'
She giggled and whispered 'if she knew what happened this afternoon she wouldn't regard you as a friend' and burst into a laugh at the end.
'I'm sorry about that, I was running late getting ready for a family meal, I dashed out of the bathroom but mum beat me too it'
Hmmm.... I had naughty thoughts. I tried to keep a straight face. 'So are we switching to video now instead of voice??'
A loud laugh was followed by a 'no chance......anyway you've seen it all before' a little more quietly.
All seemed to be going good so I smiled to myself again. 'For reasons of identity are you the one with the nice pert bottom......or the more rounded one.'
A loud peal of laughter came down the line.....'It's ok I'm in the bedroom now no chance of mum overhearing.' 'I'm the nice pert bum as you put it,' I could almost feel her smile 'the lovely rounded ass is Di.......Diane.'
'Just clear one thing up for me. When I first saw you getting off the boat I would have sworn you were sisters....but then what I saw under water......all those roaming hands, make me think you were in a relationship'
'Close' Gemma said 'Di and I are cousins; we are the same age...well two weeks between us. We are in a sort of relationship. We have always been close and what with going through puberty together and experimenting with each other sexually and finding we liked what we fell into we have just continued. We both had our 22
nd
birthdays last month and this is a belated holiday.'
'Oh...I see' I managed to stumble out 'so how would you categorize each other then....I wouldn't want to accidently say something out of place.'
'I think we would prefer to think of each other as 'Bi'......but neither of us has any real experience with a guy.....a few snatched kisses maybe but nothing more.
I was about to speak when Gemma said 'Look....sorry...the family is about to leave for the restaurant and I must dash. Quickly though...we have use of the boat on Saturday....if you would like to join us, message me tomorrow. Byyyyeeee.'
And with that the phone went dead.
Well that was a no-brainer.......I knew what I was doing Saturday.
So Friday morning I was back at work, and all in the office wanted to know if I had a good day.
'A good day...yes I said...a great day actually.' The banter settled down as we all settled down to get on with our duties. The tea trolley came around at 11:00 as usual and we had a fifteen minute break. I sneaked into a corner with my phone and sent a text confirming that I would love to meet them Saturday.
As I got back to my desk my good friend John who I had known since school days ambled over to me. 'A great day eh...sounds like you may have bumped into a nice chick and are keeping it quiet. I could tell from the smile on your face.'