Going to the office seemed such a drag after the previous afternoon's activities, but Chloe knew that there was the Dunvock paperwork to finish, and there was a new house out towards Gallanach to visit. She dragged herself out of her bed and into the shower.
Wondering what to wear, she compromised on a loose pair of beige trousers, tied at the top, and a white blouse. Throwing a navy jacket over her shoulder, she rummaged in her handbag to the keys to the Golf. Her fingers closed around the cold metal of the plug that Ethan had pulled from her ass the previous evening, before sliding his magnificent cock deep into her asshole. She remembered how she tasted on his fingers, and idly wondered if other women tasted the same.
She spent the morning on the Dunvock paperwork, and slipped the documents into envelopes ready for posting. Calling through to Simon that she was off to see the new house, she picked up her bag and headed for the car. The sun was shining brightly as she drove out past the ferry terminal, onto the single carriageway road past the dive centre, and the caravan park. The road narrowed, lined by dense trees, and wound for several miles further south, before suddenly opening out into the paddocks of Gallanach House. She pulled up in front of the house, and grabbed her camera from the boot, before climbing the steps to the door.
She spent an hour measuring rooms and photographing, noting the slightly faded decor and wondering if it would be worth suggesting to the vendors that they spend a little money on paint. It might sell - but she was reasonably confident that it would take a miracle to find a buyer as easy to convince as Ethan had been. She blushed. Would she do anything to get a deal? Maybe, she thought, if the buyers were all as hot, and as filthy, as Ethan had turned out to be.
Enough daydreaming... she threw her bag onto the passenger seat of the car, and pushed the key into the ignition. She turned it and heard the starter click, but the engine didn't turn. She tried again with the same result.
"Fuck!"
She thumped the steering wheel in frustration, and pulled out the keys. Pulling her phone from her bag, she saw with dismay that the cellular network hadn't reached this remote part of the west coast. Double fuck.
She climbed out of the car, and looked about her. The land sloped away to the south, or steeply towards Oban to the north. Tossing a coin, she decided to walk back up the road towards Oban, looking every few minutes to see if there was any cellular signal. After about fifteen minutes, she found that there was a flicker of a signal... she scrolled down to the office number, and pressed 'Call'.
The phone rang, but no-one picked up. "Lazy bastard," she thought. "He's knocked off early."
Who else? She didn't have Simon's mobile, and hadn't really made any other contacts in Oban. No hope of googling a garage out here.
Ethan? Would he? She couldn't call him and ask him for help. What would he want in return? Her finger hovered over the 'call' button. Maybe a text?
"Car dead. At Gallanach. Can you help?" she typed, and pressed "Send."
God, it was hot. This was Scotland, wasn't it? Wet and cold? Not today. The sun was splitting the skies, and the trees killed any possibility of a breeze. She fanned herself with a hand. Fucking car.
Her phone buzzed.
"No idea where you are. Sending Douglas. Be nice. E"
Thank God. Rescue was coming. She turned and walked back towards the house in the baking heat.
As she crossed a small stream, she looked across to her right, and saw, where the stream met the water of the Kerala Sound, a small, white, sandy beach. She could swim, perhaps. Douglas wouldn't be here for a while, and it was so hot... she scrambled over the rocks, and down to the beach, unbuttoning her blouse as she did so. Dropping it on the last of the rocks, she pulled off her trousers, and draped them over it, and looked around nervously before unclasping her bra. There was no one out here, surely? She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her thong, pushed it down her thighs, and dropped it on her other clothes before wading out into the cool water.
She dived under the surface, the shock of the water shaking her from the heat-soaked reverie. She shook the water from her hair, and swam a few strokes out into the sound. The water was delicious, and she swam further out, in a determined crawl, towards a flat rock about 50 yards off shore.
The rock was dark, and smooth, and she climbed out easily. The stone had soaked up the sun, and was warm on her skin as she lay down naked in the sunshine. She closed her eyes, and listened to the water splashing quietly against the sides of the rock.
She woke to the sound of a throaty diesel engine. Douglas...! How long had she been asleep? She stood and dived into the water, and swam hard for the shore. As she reached wading depth, she stood up, wiped the salty water from her eyes, and was horrified to see Douglas standing at the top of the beach beside her pile of clothes. Instinctively she covered her breasts and her pussy with her hands, and stood still, ankle deep in the water, wondering what would happen.
His eyes ran up and down her naked body, lingering on her long slim legs, before, he half turned towards the road and beckoned. Chloe heard a door slam, and then saw another man appear down the path from the road. Younger, and taller than Douglas, but of similar stock: a highlander to the core. He, too, fixed his eyes on Chloe's naked body as he walked over the rocks to stand beside the other man at the top of the beach.
He reached down to Chloe's clothes, and picked up her pants, stroking the material between his thumb and his fingers. He looked straight at her as he lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply, before tucking then away in the pocket of his jeans.
Douglas called down to her. "My pal, Brodie. I told him about you in the pub. He liked the sound of you. Come up and say 'Hello'!"
Chloe hesitated for a second. Brodie looked fit, hard and lean, strong jawed and unshaven. He stood several inches taller than Douglas and filled his faded blue T-shirt. He stood casually, one hand hooked in the belt of his worn jeans, a wry smile on his face.
"Aye, lass. Come and say 'Hi!' I won't hurt you - unless that's your thing?" His voice was deep, and measured.
