My mate and I were just out cruising around in this old microbus that Jimmy and picked up cheap. The main reason it was so cheap was that it was a wreck waiting to happen. However, with some loving care and a lot of unloving abuse, we'd fixed it up and painted it, and it now ran like a dream. A rather noisy dream, with some odd noises coming from the body at various places, but it ran. The main reason for this achievement was the simple fact that Jimmy was a mechanical genius. Me? I was helpful labour, doing what I was told. Don't knock it. Someone who'll do what they're told is a very useful tool to have.
Now that the old bus was a going concern we were just cruising along, watching the sights and arguing about where we were going. Not that it particularly mattered where we were going. It's the fact that we were able to go anywhere that counted for us.
We spotted her from way back. Pretty hard to miss someone like that. A very nice looking young lady was standing by the side of the road, hitchhiking. Jimmy, the fool, would have driven on by, but I told him to pull up and proceeded to look her over.
A very nice blonde, she was, lightly tanned and a lot of skin showing. She was wearing a bikini top and shorts. Proper shorts, not those tiny Daisy Dukes some girls wear. She had a jacket tied around her waist, presumably in case the weather changed. She also had a handbag, a very large handbag. Heading for the beach and wanting a lift was a simple guess to make.
We pulled up next to her and I pushed the sliding door open. Much easier to chat with that door out of the way.
She looked at us and appeared somewhat dubious. Understandable with two such masculine studs as Jimmy and me.
"Ah, I don't think so," she began, but I held up a hand.
"Hang on," I told her. "Wait until you're asked before you knock back the ride."
"You mean you're not offering me a lift?" she asked cynically.
"We probably will," I agreed, "but we'd feel a lot happier knowing you're not some kid doing a bunk from home."
"Really, do I look like a kid?" she demanded.
"No, but I'm not going to hazard a guess at a lady's true age. If you underestimate the girl gets offended if she wants to look older. If you overestimate the girl gets offended if she wants to look younger. If you give an accurate guess they get offended because they don't like being told they look their age. I always ask."
"Wisdom from a man," she scoffed. "Who'd have thought it? I'm twenty."
She must have seen something on my face because she sighed.
"OK. I'm nearly twenty."
"How near is near?" I asked suspicious.
"I turn nineteen in a month," she said with another sigh.
"Well, hullo, Miss Eighteen. I'm Micky. He's Jimmy. We're heading that-away unless one of us decides to go somewhere else in which case we'll have a new that-away that we'll be heading towards. On our current heading we'll probably hit some beaches in about an hour. Would you care for a lift? Now you're free to refuse as the offer has been made."
"I'm Kathleen, but I still don't think so," she said, but at least she was now smiling.
"Worried about getting into the old bus with two strange men, even though we're both incredibly handsome? You needn't be. Jimmy isn't really strange, just very queer."
"You're saying that you're gay?"
"No. I'm just pointing out that Jimmy is gayer than the Mardi Gras parade. Me, I'm so straight you could use me for a ruler. Nothing strange about me."
"That's if you ignore the fact that we needed a vehicle as roomy as this one as we need the extra seats for Micky's ego," Jimmy said.
I ignored that. Little minds can be so petty in the presence of true greatness. Instead I simply smiled at Kathleen.
"You might notice that we have a couple of bench seats in the back and uncovered window all around. We have nothing to hide which is a good thing as people always look into the windows of a microbus. I don't know why, but they do."
"Listen, you might as well hop in," called Jimmy. "Micky loves the sound of his own voice and he'll just keep right on talking until you agree. Don't worry. You won't be taking us out of our way as we're not going anywhere in particular."
"You'll keep your hands to yourself?" she demanded.
"Ah, I can't promise that," I said reluctantly. "How about I won't touch anything without your prior approval? Will that work?"
Apparently she could work with that. She hopped into the 'bus, sitting in the first bench seat. I just twisted sidewards in the front seat so I could talk to her. Jimmy shoved the 'bus into gear and we were off.
I chatted with Kathleen, getting her talking. Apparently she'd missed her lift to the beach, resulting in her friends going without her. She knew which beach they were going to, however, and intended to join up with them. They would provide a ride home for her. She also sent them a message saying that we were giving her a lift, giving our registration number. I figured that was fair enough. It didn't hurt to be careful.
"I've been trying to work out if that touch of gold on your skin is the result of a light tan or if that's your natural colour. Which is it?"
"It's the result of a light tan," she said with a smile.
"Uh-huh. And how much of you is tanned?" I asked, my eyes drifting to her breasts.
She laughed at me. "Dream on," she said.
I was currently feeling rather flush, cash-wise, as I'd won nearly a thousand on the lottery. Not bad, seeing I hadn't even bought a ticket. My sister had given me one for my birthday. I took a fifty from my wallet and twisted it around my fingers, watching her as I did so.
"It's yours if you take off your top and let me check how tanned you are," I said softly.
"And what's to stop you changing your mind about giving it to me if I take my top off?"
"Easy. Say yes and I'll give it to you before you do it."
She was trying to look at me and the fifty and Jimmy all at once.
"Don't worry about me," Jimmy told her. "I don't care either way. You're pretty enough, but not really my type."
She suddenly held out her hand for the money and I gave it to her. The fifty disappeared into her capacious bag and then she reached behind herself and undid the back strap of the top. With that undone she calmly lifted the top of and was sitting there topless and smiling smugly.
"Very nice," I said softly, admiring her breasts. They were jutting out perkily, no sag evident. Apparently touching her breasts with my eyes was enough to wake up her nipples which were stirring slightly, starting to become erect.
"It seems you're a naughty girl. You've been sun-bathing topless. I must say the colour suits you."
She blushed prettily and reached for her top.
"No," I said quickly. "Not yet. I enjoy looking at them. Still, it makes me wonder."
I was twisting another fifty around my fingers and she looked suspiciously at me as soon as she saw it.
"What do you wonder?" she asked.
"Just how well you're tanned."
"Keep wondering. Do you seriously think I'll take of my shorts just so you can see?" she asked, keeping her voice down.
"Yes," I said, speaking just as quietly. "I seriously think you will."
She took a deep breath that did wonderful things to her breasts. Then she reached over and snatched the fifty from me. It joined the first one in her bag. Blushing faintly, she undid the button on the front of her shorts, lifted her bottom slightly, and slid shorts and panties down and off.
She was the same faint gold colour all over. Clean-shaven, too.
"So. You don't exactly sun-bathe topless, do you?"
"Not exactly," she admitted, "but only in the privacy of my own yard."
