Susie had been worried. Worried about Jenny, really worried. But then she got a letter from her friend. It was a bit like a postcard only longer. Much longer: It described quite a few long things.
All in the days before email, or easy to use email and texts on mobile phones. Back when girls got their pens out and wrote long letters by hand to their friends, their neat handwriting covering page after page of tissue thin blue airmail paper. Not in textspeak, but properly written, even if what Jenny describes is rather less than proper!
Letter 1
Dear Susie,
You were so wrong about me accepting. It's been just the most super holiday and it's not over yet! Yes, all you said would happen has happened and more, yet I've had the most fab time. Hey, you know, sun, sea and sex -- and wine! I know backpacking around Europe with you would have been fun, but it would have been slumming it. This has been anything but slumming. And it hasn't cost me a dime.
Nothing budget about the flight. I met them -- not three as I thought but FOUR - at the airport, with my little case, and was whisked to the First Class Lounge! A bit different from sitting waiting with you for the Ryanair flight at Stansted to Barcelona crammed together. Just a bit!
There was Mr. Sanderson -- Ted -- as 'dapper' as ever and his friends. You said how scared you were for me going off with men I didn't know, but Ted had been reassuring and he was as right as could be. I admit to having been a little scared. What could little me do once there, with FOUR big men? It worried you with three, I know, but it's all turned out so well. Yeah!
It was a scream, really. Talk about perfect gentlemen. Ted even pulled the chair out for me to sit down and not one of them sat until I did. You know, holding the door open for me and all that sort of thing. Just not what Dan or Josh would think of doing in a million years. These four men treating me as if I were a lady. Would I like champagne? Would I! You'd have loved it, Susie. Really!
Ted's friends were sort of like him but different. Yes, I know, I know they are so much older than me, but so nice. Bill is as bald as a golf ball and has funny little half-moon glasses. He makes me laugh. He's always smiling and cracking jokes -- mostly inappropriate ones - once he got to know me. Then there's Alec, such a tall, serious professorial type. He reminds me of Mr. Cranford back at school. Imagine that, Susie, if one of Ted's friends had actually turned out to be Mr. Cranford! He would have been just so surprised, as would I, or... would he have been (giggle!)? I mean Ted had my photo. Mr. Cranford would have known who the girl coming with them was. Imagine that, having sex with Mr. Cranford!! Him knowing it was going to be little me. Me that he used to teach. How weird would that have been! And I'd have done it -- sucked his cock and all. What would you have thought! Alec is so serious behind his round glasses. I think he sees fucking me as a scientific experiment.
Lastly there's Ramesh. Such a nice little man. And he is quite small. Jet black hair (I think he dyes it) and so polite. He keeps calling me 'Miss Smith.'
It was a long flight. They let me have a window seat so I could look out. So kind. I thought they were bound to squash me between them in the middle seat, but not a bit of it. Helped me with my bag into the overhead locker.
Oh Susie, can you imagine driving up to the villa? I was so excited. The five of us squashed into the taxi as we drove from the airport out into the countryside. You could see the taxi driver was puzzled by our party. Four mature men and little me! I wonder what he thought? So different from England, so parched looking and hot. We climbed upwards and then the car swung off the road and up to a big stone-built villa. The heat just hit when we got out of the car -- out of the air conditioning. The smell of pines and fennel -- and heat -- and the sound... I thought it was something wrong with the electricity, but Ted said it was just the cicadas (insects apparently). Not quite deafening. but pretty noisy.
They told me to go up the steps and have a look around myself. So exciting, Susie, exploring. Around the corner of the villa a great big swimming pool and it was just for the villa. Just for us. All tiled and everything. It wasn't that the villa was one of a complex, it was all on its own. Yes -- on its own! And it wasn't a swimming pool like I am used to. The water lapped at and over the edge into a grill all the way around. And there was a verandah and a barbecue and flowers and everything. Won - derful!
Inside was just as nice. Nice furniture and Ted showed me to my bedroom which has its own balcony looking out over the countryside. I can sit here and read, write to you or just gaze. I'm doing that at the moment. It's ever so nice. And I've a great big double bed all to myself and my own shower and loo. Ted told me to 'freshen up' and then join the men for a drink down by the pool.
I was so excited, Susie, I wanted to dash out again, but I took my time. Took it slowly, unpacked and had a shower and then put on that short blue denim dress you like: yes, the one that buttons all the way down the front, but misses the last button down so it does sometimes rather open and show off my thigh. Yes, of course I had knickers on as well. What do you think I am?
The men had changed too, all in shorts, short sleeved shirts and sandals. They were sitting around a table with glasses of beer laughing and talking. Can you imagine it, they all stopped and stood up as I came out. Ted asked me what I would like, and I said I'd like a beer too. Rameesh said how much he liked my dress, and they were all rather obviously looking at it -- or at least, I'm sure you think, they were looking at my legs.
So delightful to sit there under a big parasol and drink. They brought me into the conversation, made me so much the centre of it. Ted asking what I liked to do on holiday and them all looking so interested. Of course, Susie, I knew what they all wanted to do. But they did nothing, nothing at all. Can you imagine that? Four mature men with just little me, all knowing really why I was there. Yes, I know, Susie how wrong you think I was. To exchange my body for a lovely holiday, but it was -- is -- so delightful there by the pool. It is a luxury villa. No slumming at all. And they were genuine in asking what I liked. Beaches, restaurants, diving, sightseeing... not a mention of, you know what!
And I wasn't expected to do the cooking. Just as well, as you know, I'm not very good: not like you, Susie. You should be here. You could do the cooking and me the... other thing (if you didn't want to do that and I'm sure you would, after a time, really want to). It was lovely sitting out and eating -- 'al fresco' I think Alec called it.
It was quite a time after supper, the sun long gone and we were still sitting out and I was thinking something would happen, what you'd call 'crunch time,' I'm sure, but it didn't. Even when Ted said it was time for bed there was not one allusion to... you know. No male type jokey suggestions, no debate about who was going to be first (if you know what I mean!).
I had a shower and lay down on my bed. Too hot for a sheet, let alone the nighties I'd brought, even with fan whirring away above me. That was good, a cool breeze down on my body. I did think of you, Susie, perhaps I was then a little nervous. I imagined you there too, us side by side on the bed, yes naked -- how naughty is that? You and me on the same bed -- both damp from the heat and talking as the lovely cool breeze came down from the fan. I could even feel it ruffling my pubic hair. How about that! Not that it would ruffle yours (unless you've let it grow again!). Yeah, and I did open my legs to let the breeze get at my... We could both have been like that!
What would you have said if you'd heard the knock on the door? I had been expecting it. I couldn't really think one or other of the men wouldn't want to... I'm not stupid! It was pitch black and I couldn't see who it was when the door opened, but it was Ted. Come to see if I was OK -- he said. His voice from the doorway. Come to see if I was OK, my Aunt Fanny! I was sure it was nothing of the sort, especially when he came in and sat on the side of the bed and asked if I'd had a good day... and was I tired?
Of course, I'd had the most super day and said so; was quite gushing about the villa and supper and the beer. Tell me I'm bad, Susie, but I didn't wait for Ted to 'make a move,' perhaps reach across and stroke me or pat my naked skin or even ask if 'he might...' Do you know what I did, Susie? I did, I did - I just reached out and guessed right; guessed where it was in the darkness, and he was already as hard as anything. I suppose sitting talking in the dark with nothing on to a stark-naked girl on a bed must be pretty exciting to a middle-aged bloke. My hand just closed on it, all warm and rigid. The naughty man had come into my bedroom completely naked and very probably already with his cock all hard! What would you have thought or said had I said to you on the other side of the bed 'come and feel this, Susie!' I wonder what you think as you read this, Susie!