Chapter 2 The Naked Barbecue
In the week before the poolside barbecue, Beverley had been spending all her spare time sunbathing nude in the garden to acquire an all over tan.. She had also waxed her already shaven pubic area. As a final touch, to eliminate strap marks, she had not worn underwear for two days. Beverley's friend, Dorothy, had indicated that the dress code for the barbecue was pretty informal with most of the guests opting for complete nudity.
The day of the barbecue was warm and sunny as Beverley and Graham set off in the late morning with a few bottles of wine, chocolates and a case of lagers.
'Do you know who's coming to Dorothy's barbecue apart from her husband?' Graham asked.
'I believe Dorothy's sister will be there with her partner Gerald and a daughter from her first marriage. I think the other guests will be a few of their immediate neighbours.'
'And how old is her daughter?' Graham asked.
'Graham!' said Beverley sharply and smacked in on the thigh.
'Just curious,' Graham responded.
'I bet you are. Just curious indeed! I know exactly what you are thinking.'
'Well tell me; is she a virgin?'
'I've no idea; I doubt it. But do you seriously imagine an eighteen year old girl would fancy someone practically old enough to be her grandfather?'
Suitably chastened Graham relapsed into to silence; Beverley, however, was all too aware of how woman of all ages found her husband extremely attractive.
After a few wrong turns they finally arrived at their destination, an elegant Georgian House set in extensive grounds. The open front door was an obvious invitation to walk straight in. In the hall they were greeted by a man wearing a bathrobe who strolled in from the conservatory.
'Hello, you must be Beverley and Graham; I'm Dorothy's husband Mark. Oh I see you've brought some supplies' shall I take them? Thanks very much.'
They shook hands and followed Mark into the conservatory to be greeted by Dorothy.
'Isn't it a wonderful day,' Dorothy said. She looked at them questioningly. 'Do you want to change in the house? The others have left their clothes in here. Help yourself to bathrobes and come down to the pool when you are ready and I'll introduce you to the others.'
'Well they seem to have everything under control,' Graham said, after their hosts left them to undress; 'even providing bathrobes to cover our modesty.'
It didn't take Beverley long to undress; she was only wearing a skirt and a blouse. She waited while Graham finished undressing and slipped on a robe.
'Oh hello, who are you?' a girl's voice said as she entered through the door from the house.
She was about eighteen of slight build with long dark hair and firm breasts shaped like large apples. Apart from her small neatly trimmed bikini of black pubic hair she was naked.
'I'm Linda, Dorothy's niece.'
Beverley and Graham introduced themselves.
'Shall we go down to the pool? I only came in to get some suntan lotion. It's pretty fierce down there,' Linda said, leading them out into the garden.
As they approached the pool they were greeted again by Dorothy who was now, rather bizarrely, wearing a plastic apron as was her husband Mark. Everyone else was naked. She began to introduce them to the assembled guests.
'This is my sister Sylvia and her partner Gerald. I see you've already met Linda her daughter. The two people in the pool are our neighbours and good friends Jennifer and Ken. Help yourself to drinks. Mark and I are going to do some barbecuing now.'
Graham removed his robe and threw it down on a vacant sun bed. He wasn't a bit shy about stripping in public; in fact he was rather vain about showing off his slim well toned athletic body. After a slight hesitation Beverley also removed her robe. She was immediately aware that all the men were discretely eyeing her up. Gerald got up and strolled over.
'Can I get you guys a drink,' he asked although the focus of his attention was clearly Beverley.
'Yes, I'll have a glass of white wine please,' Beverley said.
'I'll have a beer,' Graham said rather shortly, slightly irritated by Gerald's obvious attraction to Beverley. 'Shall we have a swim?' Graham suggested while Gerald went off to fetch the drinks.
'No, I want to soak up a bit of sun first; you go' Beverley replied, reclining languorously on her sun bed. Feeling slightly miffed Graham went down to the pool on his own. Jennifer and Ken were standing close together in a corner of the pool. They greeted him casually has he jumped in. He swam gently up and down for a couple of lengths before stopping to chat with them. Ken was standing close behind Jennifer and gently fondling her breasts. From the way that Jennifer was reacting he suspected that Ken had an erection.
Gerald returned with the drinks.
'I see your husband's deserted you; a very unwise thing to do when his wife is such a very attractive woman.'
Beverley smiled at the compliment and took the proffered drink. He lay down on the adjacent sun bed propped himself up on one elbow and without any attempt at disguise casually inspected her naked body.
'Are you a model?' he asked. Beverley smiled again.
'That's a rather obvious chat up line isn't.'
'No, don't get me wrong, I'm a professional photographer. Most ordinary women don't give such close attention to the depilation of their pubic area as you obviously do; hence my question.'
Beverley wondered if she ought to show some sign of annoyance at his very personal remarks but concluded that it would be rather hypocritical since she was lying naked on a sun bed. He caught her looking at his penis which was rather large; she hastily looked away.
'8½ inches long when erect, if you'r wondering,' he murmured.
Beverley pretended she hadn't heard his outrageous remark
'No, I'm not a model; Graham likes me this way.' She said.
'And if I might say so, without giving offence, so do I,' he smiled. 'Anyway, even if you aren't a professional model I love to photograph you some time. Get in touch if you want to, Dorothy has my details. I see you husband is returning; so I'll see you later.'
He stood up, a magnificent hunk of a man; well over six foot tall. Beverley experienced a secret frisson of lust as she imagined his 8½ inch erection.
'I see you didn't lack for company while I was away,' Graham said expectantly.
'No.' Beverley replied enigmatically. 'I think I'll take a swim now.' She was conscious of the fact that her labial lips had parted slightly and felt the need for cooling water. Once again she had the undivided attention of all the men as she sauntered down to the pool.
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Some time later Dorothy and Mark began to serve food from their barbecue not to mention large quantities of alcohol. Once all the guests were catered for the barbecue cooks shed their aprons and sat down with their guests.
As a great connoisseur of women's breasts Graham was very impressed by Dorothy's magnificent pair.
'You didn't tell me that your friend had such a great pair of tits,' Graham said in a quiet aside to Beverley.
'I thought I'd keep that as a special treat for you,' she replied. Alcohol had repaired their slightly spiky relationship of earlier in the day.
'Could you put in a word in for me; I'd love to conduct a personal examination.'
Beverley slapped him playfully on the thigh. 'Behave yourself.'
Dorothy came over and sat down in an adjacent chair. 'Having trouble with your man, Beverley?' she enquired with a smile.
'All I said was...' 'Graham!' Beverley interrupted sternly.
'Now I'm intrigued,' Dorothy said. There was a moment's silence. Graham looked at Beverley.
'Dorothy, you know what men are like; he just remarked what nice breasts you have.'
'Thank you Graham, you've made my day.' Dorothy replied with a smile. 'Now I really must have a rest; cooking and alcohol are beginning to take their toll.'
The combined effect of the alcohol and the heat appeared to be having a soporific effect on everybody. Sylvia, Gerald and Mark were all asleep while Jennifer and Ken had disappeared. The only person still standing was Linda who was showing some signs of distress.
''I'm feeling rather dizzy,' she said, teetering dangerously near the edge of the pool.
Dorothy came over. 'Never mind my dear I think you've had just a bit too much sun. Let's go back to the house. You need to lie down.'
'No, let me take her,' Beverley said, 'you need a break.'
'Thank you,' Dorothy said. 'Upstairs; turn left along the landing, second door on the right.'
Beverley put her arm round Linda's shoulders and led her solicitously up to the house.
Upstairs in the bedroom Linda lay down gratefully on the bed and closed her eyes. From the window Beverley looked out on the idyllic garden with guests dozing by the pool. The bedroom was cool and quiet. She felt an overwhelming desire to lie down on the bed and sleep.
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Down by the pool Dorothy was relaxing on a sun bed adjacent to Graham. He looked around; everyone appeared to be comatose.
