This is the seventh and final chapter in the 'Fifty Cent Piece' series. I hope I've created a story that's a good read as well as erotic. I hope you enjoy it. Do let me know your thoughts as constructive feedback is always appreciated. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013.
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It appeared as though my modest contribution to the great watch scam had earned me my stripes in the eyes of Anna and Sara. My own watch was safely back on my wrist and I wasn't going to let it out of my sight from now on but I sensed that Anna didn't feel that she needed to insure against me not coming through on my side of the deal anymore. The truth was that I had enjoyed my role in the pilfering of an expensive watch from a clueless shop assistant far more than I had expected. Yes, I did waver at the realisation that it wasn't entirely a victimless crime but the rush of adrenaline from my involvement and the added bonus of having two sex-crazed Scandinavian nymphs to play with afterwards superseded any moral twinges. I'd come to New Zealand to escape the mundanity of life in the UK, to experience something new, to feel those rushes of adrenaline - be it on my bike or windsurfer, or now from breaking the rules, from breaking the law, from fucking the two hottest women I'd ever met. Amelia wouldn't approve, of course, but maybe she was the one who'd been holding me back before. I mean, who gives a shit about a career and all that rat-race bullshit when there's so much fun to be had? Okay, I wasn't quite John Dillinger, or even Arthur Daley, for that matter, but I'd had a taste of something different and I liked it.
I was pretty sceptical about Anna and Sara's apparently chance meeting in the forest a few days previously. I'd pretty much decided that they'd set it all up as part of some elaborate scheme to hook me in. The chances of one highly-sexed blonde bisexual beauty just bumping into another one during a bike ride in the middle of New Zealand seemed too great to be plausible but I'd given up caring. I assumed now that the mystery flat tyre had been part of the plan and that I had indeed seen Anna's blue van leaving the bike-hire place. The biggest giveaway had been that familiar perfume that Sara had worn; familiar because it was the same one Anna used. I still wasn't sure about the whole friends-going-off-wine-tasting business but I was starting to think that the only person travelling with Anna was, in fact, Sara. I had no idea why they'd cooked up such a convoluted tale but as long as I wasn't the one being hustled and I was the one having mind-blowing sex then I didn't really care. Maybe they just weren't that bright. Then there was this business with the dude I'd met in the pub. Maybe there was some truth in what he'd told me about their thievery but I was surprised how little it bothered me. He'd seemed bitter about the whole thing so I'd convinced myself he'd exaggerated the girls' bad behaviour to make himself feel better. By far the most important thing, in my mind, was that I wasn't going to catch anything from them.
Normally, after a week or so in one place, I'd have been moving on, exploring another corner of the country but for the moment I was quite happy staying put. The local attractions being somewhat different to those I'd found elsewhere. We'd all spent the night together in my van and things had gone just as well as on every other occasion. I'd somehow retained enough energy to satisfy both girls, as well as myself and had subsequently slept like a baby. Anna and Sara had gone by the time I woke up, leaving me a note telling me they'd gone into town to pick up a few things and that on no account was I to allow my thoughts to run away with me as they had plans for me on their return and wanted me to be at my best.
It was this thought that occupied my mind as I jogged naked into the lapping surf to swim in the bracing blue water. I worked my way out a little way, the gentle waves not really holding me back significantly, feeling my arms and shoulders loosen up as I swam. I'd not really taken much exercise in the week or so since my life took a fairly radical turn and it felt good to push myself a little bit. I flipped over onto my back and looked back at the beach as I kicked, smiling inwardly as I thought about Anna and Sara. That slightly smug feeling swept through me again as I contemplated the previous evening's antics. Either both girls were extremely impressive actresses or I really was as good a shag as they said I was. Even if they had exaggerated some of their ecstasies, and I liked to think they hadn't, I was still clearly performing quite well and that was a pretty damn good feeling. I took a deep breath and dived backwards, beneath the surface and swam a few strokes underwater, the cool water enveloping me entirely as I convened with nature, unencumbered by any garments.
I kicked hard and broke the surface and treaded water for a while, admiring my surroundings, and allowing my thoughts to idly drift in and out of my consciousness. Yes, I did have some doubts about the dubious morals of Anna and Sara's schemes but this was obviously a relationship built on sex and if I wanted to have more sex then I was pretty relaxed about what else went with it. When Anna had first appeared I'd wondered if she might fill the Amelia-shaped hole in my life but if I was honest her sulks and expectations of being attended to whenever she felt like it suggested she was probably going to be rather high-maintenance and that was something I didn't want on a trip round a country as laid-back as New Zealand. As for Sara, I knew even less about her than I did Anna. Perhaps I'd learn more, perhaps not. I was surprised by my lack of jealousy when it came to the girls' modus operandi. Maybe I'd subconsciously compartmentalised that side of things as something akin to work, or maybe I just found the whole concept of beautiful girls behaving very badly so arousing that I actually enjoyed the idea of Anna and Sara selling themselves like that. Ridiculously, even though I knew I'd probably be fucking the pair of them before too long a little part of me was envious that I'd never be on the receiving end of the hottest hustlers in Australasia but as I swam back to shore, the reviving waters of the South Pacific washing over my naked body I decided that I'd wasted enough time analysing the situation and trying to make sense of it and that I might as well make the most of my good fortune.
Back on the beach I let myself drip-dry as little then jogged long the sand to see if the seals were there. If anything the humidity was worse than it had been. I'd never known weather like this in the time I'd been in New Zealand and I was starting to pray for another storm to clear the air and restore some normality to the conditions. I peered into the hazy sky to see if there were any signs of approaching clouds. A long way out to sea a bank was building but unless the wind picked up and brought them onshore we were in for another sticky, close day.
I reached the spot where the seals had been but there was no sign of them, only the coarse, grey sand, pitted with boulders. I looked back down the beach, towards the camp ground, the source of so much pleasure and a certain amount of confusion but there was no sign of life, other than my own footprints in the sand. I sat on a boulder, its surface smoothed by the action of the waves and sand on it over time and grinned to myself, then whooped as loudly as I could. Here I was, in this beautiful place, completely undisturbed, with the prospect of Anna and Sara to look forward to. This was as good as life could possibly be, surely? A sudden rush of euphoria caused me to jump off the rock and, high on life, high on sex, I sprinted down the beach as fast as I could, grabbing my shorts and t shirt as I ran. I felt an enormous sense of freedom, my nakedness, the place I was in, the sex I was having, the thrill of the hustle. This was better than any drug.
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I showered and shaved even though I knew I'd be sweating again within minutes but it felt good to wash the salt and sand away. As I dried myself I thought fondly about that first encounter with Anna, right here in the shower cubicle. I must have been looking pretty pleased with myself as I left the shower block as the man I held the door open for gave me a quizzical look. If only he knew, I thought bigheadedly as I wandered back to my van. The camp ground was quiet, only a couple of other vans at the far end of the field.
"Hello you," Sara said as I approached my little plot. She was sitting in my deck chair, drinking a coffee and took me by surprise.
"Hi," I responded. "I thought you'd both gone into town?"
Sara stood up to greet me with a soft kiss on the mouth. Her soft lips pressed against mine a and I felt the slightest hint of moisture as they parted slightly as we kissed. She smelt wonderfully fresh and flowery and, it was so obvious now, also very familiar.
"Anna's got an idea for a little job so she went to have a look round. I thought I'd hang out here for the morning. How does that sound?"
I laughed gently at the question she'd asked. It sounded absolutely fine to me. These changes of plan, odd coincidences and strange occurrences were starting to feel almost normal. I was still on my natural high so I really wasn't too concerned with the hows and whys of Anna and Sara's comings and goings.
Sara looked almost impossibly pretty in a short, white cotton dress which accentuated her fantastic tits wonderfully. Her golden hair was in two plaited pigtails giving her an almost girlish, innocent look but the twinkle in her big blue eyes and the natural pout of her lips hinted at a different story. I pulled out the other chair and took a seat next to Sara. It occurred to me that this was the first time we'd been together alone.
"Would you like some coffee?" Sara asked. "I made a pot. I hope you don't mind."
"I'm fine, thanks. It's too hot for me to drink coffee. Thanks for the offer though, I don't think Anna's ever made me a drink".
"It's so hot, isn't it?" Sara said, flapping the loose fabric of her dress to cool her legs. I couldn't help but glance over as she did and was treated with a view up her dress towards her slightly parted thighs. As I looked up Sara caught my eye and smiled coyly. She held my gaze for a second then looked away, towards the hazy shore. "I'm not surprised about Anna," she said. "She's only out for herself really."
This made me stop and think for a second. It was pretty much an admission that they knew each other better than they'd been letting on. Finally, I thought, I might get somewhere towards the truth.
"So just how well do you know each other?" I ventured.
Sara's eyes met mine once more and her pout became even more pronounced.
"Oh, Sam," she said quietly, "I can't keep a secret from you." As she spoke her mouth broke into a broad grin. "We did have you fooled for a while though, didn't we?"
