Emily was there before me. The two of them were sitting cosily in the kitchen over a glass of bucks fizz. I guessed I was doing the driving. She jumped to her feet as I entered the kitchen in front of Rosie. She enveloped me in her arms and gave me a big French kiss.
'Darling I have missed you so much these last few months. Where have you been?'
'Nowhere special,' I laughed. 'Holiday, working, just trying to stay away from you. You are infectious. A habit. A bad habit.' I continued laughing so that she would know I was not entirely serious.
'Stupid boy. You must have guessed, even if I did not tell you directly that provided I am discreet Colin does not care too much what I am doing. Anyway you are here now and I am looking forward to a lovely day. But Rosie was just about to start telling me what you are doing here. Carry On Rosie. I am intrigued why we are going to Alton Towers.'
'Yes me too,' said Rosie. 'I should warn you that I don't do thrill rides. I am known as a coat carrier. I hold the coats so everyone else can ride.'
She waited for me to explain but after a few moments she continued talking to Emily.
'This is difficult because I am never sure how much everyone knows about Alan's lifestyle. Emily here,' she explained to me, 'is a friend of Alan's and one of the party friends that meet up. However Alan and I have had dinner with her on her own and with Colin and she and I have always got on really well. She came round for tea one day and that's when she mentioned you to Alan and I. She told us that you were a good designer, had done a good job on her garden and that you were good in bed. This seemed to have been a bonus to her, but was of no interest to me,' she finished sniffily.
Emily and I both laughed and I squeezed her hand. Rosie noticed.
'That's true. I really don't care how good he is. I will never find out. I am faithful to my husband.'
'May I finish the story of why I am here,' I asked Rosie. She nodded.
'Alan saw the plans I drew up and liked them and he also liked an idea I had for the decorating of the kitchen. The pictures for the walls. I suggested that with such a lovely wife he could have discreet photos of her on the walls, perhaps monochromes, of various parts of her body. A nipple, a breast, her lips, her bottom.' I left some doubt in both their minds which lips I was referring to.
I saw Rosie bite her lips. Her other lips.
He gave me the job of being the photographer and suggested that I spend some time with her in preparing her state of mind so that she can have the very pictures taken here, in the kitchen, in the nude, while the workmen are here. You can see how nervous she is so the first thing I have to do is get her to accept that it is fun to be photographed and fun to flaunt her body a little.
I thought that a relaxing day at a theme park, or anywhere fun, would help. Then I thought of you and the fun you derive from showing off your body to people. I thought Rosie could watch and learn.'
'Brilliant, I am so glad you called me. Come on Rosie let's go upstairs and see what we are going to wear. Can I borrow some clothes? We are about the same size.'
I followed as Emily raced up the stairs with a slightly less enthusiastic Rosie in tow.
I knew already what I wanted Rosie to wear and got the chance to whisper to Emily as Rosie disappeared into the bathroom for a moment.
'See-through when wet.'
Emily giggled and winked.
I went to the drawer which I knew held the silky white camisole that she had worn at the end of the day yesterday. It was perfect. You just knew it was going to be like gauze when wet.
Emily's eyes opened wide and then nodded. She threw it on the bed and then started to peel off her own clothes.
Emily I must describe at this stage is late thirties, possibly just forty, does a regular gym session and is pretty fit. She is slight with probably 32B tits and short brown curly hair. A real milf. She also loves sex. I had guessed that she and Colin had an unusual style marriage. She had not said so, but I guessed that she and Alan were closer than Rosie thought as well. She probably realised that they had fucked as part of this swinger group, but I don't think she realised that they were probably having an affair away from the group as well.
Rosie came out from the bathroom to find Emily in a skimpy bra and thong running her fingers through the clothes in the wardrobe.
She found a couple of mid-thigh length skirts, one in white, pleated like a tennis skirt and one A-line in light blue. Perfect,' she said. Nobody will look at our faces and realise how old i am wearing this sort of outfit with you. I just love dressing up. You wear this white one with this lovely camisole top and long socks and I will wear the blue one with this blue boob tube. No bra's or knickers, right Tom.'
I nodded.
'You are very brave to wear that boob tube,' said Rosie. 'I have never worn it. All that flesh showing. What do you mean no bras and knickers? I am never going out without panties. I am not going in that case. Screw you. This is not me.'
She had just realised what Emily had said.
I knew that this was going to be a problem. I would have to get round it another way.
'Okay we will compromise, your choice of knickers, but no bra. Okay? And after this you promise to do what I tell you, right?' Emily gave me a strange look for giving in without a struggle.
'Okay,' murmured a cowed Rosie. 'You know that you wil enjoy it when you get out there.' I winked at her, hopefully to show her that I was still in control.
Her agreement to my little catch-all instruction only proved how important it was for her to keep her panties on at this time.
I noticed she had chosen big white tennis knickers. It did not matter she would not have them on for long.
We were ready to set off and I asked to use the toilet. Instead I slipped into Rosie's bedroom and picked up a few things that might come in handy for the afternoon that I knew Rosie would have refused to wear initially. I already had a few items in the bag, along with batteries and a spare memory drive that might be of some use during the afternoon.
We left in the best of spirits and Emily and Rosie finished off a second bottle of bubbly with orange juice on the way.
We duly arrived parked the car and I picked up the tickets that I had ordered on line the night before.
The first thing I directed us towards was the little electric train that runs around the park. It was fairly busy but I managed to get us two, two-seater benches facing each other in the last carriage. The girls sat together facing me and the back of the train. I started clicking away. Emily of course, who was wearing a thong, happily spread her legs a few inches. I nodded for Rosie to do the same.
She did so without much of a struggle. Emily flicked her leg over Rosie's knee, dragging it further outwards but opening herself right up. We all laughed. Rosie seemed compliant.
Emily reached across and tickled Rosie's left breast, so Rosie retaliated by tickling both of Emily's. This was going better than I could have imagined.
The train stopped at the next station and a man accompanied by a group of four ladies all tried to get on. There was only room for the four, his wife and her sisters as it turned out, in the carriage in front of us.
That left the man to squeeze in beside me, facing Rosie and Emily.
As he sat down he called to his companions, 'Two stops remember.'
Of course the girls were at it in seconds. He was a good looking guy in his thirties and it was like a competition to see who could show him most. I started taking pictures again, encouraging them. 'There that's right, lovely Emily,' I whispered. 'Show us a bit more leg,' I whispered again. 'This gentleman won't mind I am sure. Good Rosie, slip your leg over Emily's. Right, Emily fondle her again.'
We pulled into the next platform and I heard the lady from the seats behind the girls saying 'One more stop, right John?'
'Well,'John sitting next to me, said. 'It is quite nice up here. Why don't we go round the whole circuit first and see the layout of the park.'
Layout of the park? He could see all he wanted to from here. And a lot lot more.
The girls carried on larking around for a couple more stops until I realised that we were right by one of the flume rides.
'Okay girls we get off here,' I said.
'Say thank-you to John here, 'I whispered.
Rosie kissed his cheek as she got off and Emily flicked the back of her skirt up as she faced away from him. He had a lovely look at her buttocks. I am not sure whether his wife saw or not. I was too busy watching him going red ans struggling to adjust his trousers.
I headed the girls towards the Congo River Rapids ride.
We were lucky that the family in front filled a boat and there was a family behind who also exactly filled a boat. We got to ride just the three of us.
I suggested to the girls that the seats were a bit wet so they would be better off lifting their skirts up and sitting directly onto the seat. They did without even a murmur from Rosie. Perhaps she thought that I was being helpful. Of course all I was doing was ensure that she got her knickers soaked.
I did not bother to take any photos while I was on the rapids. After all I am not a holiday photographer. I kept the camera dry in the bag.
As it happens I probably did not need to worry about Rosies knickers. We all got pretty wet from the various splashes, waterfalls and particularly from one big plunge at the end. The good thing was we were all still laughing, including Rosie as we started to get off.
The problem she had was that her panties were so big and had absorbed so much water that the elastic was struggling to hold them.
She clambered out of the boat holding them up, but over her skirt.
She was first out so I passed her my bag to help me as I climbed out. I did not need to of course but she needed both hands to reach it and I saw her knickers start to slide down her legs. I pointed it out to Emily who hopped out of the boat and pushed Rosie's knickers right down to the ground.
'Look you cannot wear these any more they are soaking.'
Rosie was now the colour of her name, I began to wonder whether it was her real name or whether she had changed it when she became so insecure.
One of the problems she had to face was that all the people on the dock queuing for the boats saw them come down.
The ride people were now moving us along to clear the boat dock.
'Step out of them and start walking Rosie. That is the least embarrassing thing to do. Don't look back at the crowd laughing. I will pick them up.'
Of course Emily and I were laughing more than the crowd on the dock and I accidentally forgot to pick them up as I walked by.
