Thursday
Kevin and Tony groaned in unison when they looked out of their tent. Heavy clouds and steady drizzle made the prospect of a day outside unappealing, and there was little prospect of seeing Linda in that form hugging bikini, let alone get her surfing. They had not said much as they had turned in after an evening's boozing at the hotel bar, but each had brought himself to a satisfying climax in his sleeping bag as he jerked off with a picture of her in his mind. Neither was willing to admit out loud that while he hoped that something - anything - might develop the next day, it might just be unattainable - the sort of thing you read about in Playboy or Penthouse, and convinced yourself that the writer was making it up. Kevin had ignored all his past fantasies as he just remembered those eyes looking at him, as though she knew that he had never, well, actually, you know . . . . even touched a girl. Tony had climaxed imagining how she would succumb to his manly charms, but in the reality of his post-orgasmic emissions he had to admit that gropes behind the bike sheds with equally inexperienced girls did not match up to what a mature woman mjght expect.
By mid morning the drizzle had stopped, although the clouds remained and the prospects were not bright. Tony took up his surfboard and started for the beach, and Kevin dutifully followed. They met up with the same gaggle of girls they had met the day before, and with the same giggling results from three of them, while the fourth just watched without speaking. Kevin was too self-conscious to speak to her and she just smiled at him. When they had walked along to the spot where Linda had been they were disappointed to see no sign of her, but Tony walked on down to the water's edge and started out with his board.
Kevin sat and watched him riding the waves, and had to admit it - he was good, and looked superb. Briefly the sun shone through and the day seemed brighter. He resisted the temptation to look round and see if she was in sight, but occasionally got up and stretched his legs, to have the excuse to look without making it obvious that that was what he was doing. After about an hour he thought about going for a drink at the hotel bar, just to relieve the boredom and stop himself feeling so deflated.
Linda had had a good night. She had wandered back to her caravan, mind working overtime thinking about the two boys; she had lain in bed imagining what Tony might might be like and how she might get a sample. If all that she had learnt during her time teaching horny sixth formers meant anything they were both pretty inexperienced, maybe still virgins, and the thought of two cherries waiting to be picked had got her quite wet. She had slipped her hand onto her clit and indulged herself for ages, bringing herself almost to orgasm and then stopping so that she could prolong the pleasure, all the time letting her favourite scenes go before her closed eyes. When she did come it was while she was remembering last year's end of term staff party.
She had still been going well with Rob then and had behaved herself - a little mild flirting, even a little groping, but they had both been quite possessive, and were conscious that the other was not far away. But the new history teacher, only 24 and with come to bed eyes and a figure to match, had had no such inhibitions and had made a play for Mr Lomax the chemistry master. He was over 40, known to be ruled at home by the "dragon" as he called her and more than willing to succumb to the wiles of an attractive girl nearly 20 years younger.
Linda pushed a finger inside her wet pussy as she remembered watching Rachel walk up behind Mr Lomax while he was pouring himself a beer and press herself against him, one hand squeezing his butt and the other reaching round his waist and pulling him back hard. She'd had to laugh - he'd jumped and spilt his beer, and when he looked round to see who was attacking him he had looked as though all his birthdays had come at once. For the rest of the evening - well the next 15 minutes until they left the room - he just let her rub her hands all over him while he groped her backside and slipped his hand up under her loose blouse. When she pressed up against him Linda could see her pull down his zip and start feeling inside, and it was then that he had come to his senses.
Realising they were in the middle of a crowd of fellow teachers he had stopped her, but within a few moments they had - separately - left the room. Linda had detached herself from the groping hands of Mr Graham the geography teacher and followed. From a distance she had seen them disappear into the changing rooms by the gym. She had not been able to see what they were doing when she reached the window, but the sounds had been so erotic as she listened to, first, Rachel clearly deepthroating Mr Lomax as he had probably never been before, and secondly by his long drawn out cries of "Omigod! Oh fuck! Bloodyhellimcumming! Whaddareudoinnnnngaargh!" and the related sounds and inane noises that only a man who has lost all control of his senses can utter. Followed by a silence broken only by the gentle sound of lips being licked and then Rachel's "Mmmmm. That was yummy. Now it's my turn."
There had been more, but it was that memory which had triggered Linda's own self-induced orgasm last night, and she had drifted into a deep contented sleep. When she woke to the sound of rain on the roof she had snuggled back down, and Tony was into his third ride on his board before she finally awoke. When she saw the time she reluctantly forced herself out of her warm cocoon: it might be cloudy, even drizzling, but there were two young men who would be there for the taking.
She slipped on a one piece swimsuit, and threw on a T shirt and shorts, grabbed her beach bag and went. Who knew - with luck it might rain even more, and they would have to stay indoors, but when she reached the beach, the clouds had thinned, and a weak sun shone down on the sight of Tony riding his board in skilfully and Kevin's slight and round shouldered frame standing with his back to her looking thoroughly jaded. On impulse she crept up behind him and squeezed his butt; he yelped and jumped, spinning round ready to make an angry response, but when he saw her grinning face and those piercing grey blue eyes smiling at him he just subsided into an embarrassed incoherence, briefly losing the power of speech.
"H-h-hello," he stammered, unable to tear his gaze away from those eyes.
"I don't bite," she countered, "just squeeze butts that look squeezable." Kevin blushed, and Linda changed the subject. "Tony's in good form."
"He always is." Kevin's response sounded somewhat rueful.
"I don't think I shall try anything on the board today," she said. "I like to have plenty of sun for doing something like that."
