Part 5 -- You may wish to read the previous parts first. Or not. A little homoeroticism, but I guess if you've made it this far, you really don't care! Everyone involved is of legal age. Comments welcome.
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In the morning there was work to do. After breakfast we went shopping together -- baguettes, cheese, salami, and several cases of beer. When the boys arrived around half ten, our car was already packed, and Tishy was upstairs putting the finishing touches to her outfit.
Phil had brought Matthew with him -- we'd agreed to take two cars, as the picnic spot was some distance away. They had quite a selection of fishing gear with them in the back of their old car. "I can see you have all your equipment, boys," I said, by way of greeting.
"Oh, it's mostly Phil's -- he's the fisherman," replied Matthew. "I never catch anything."
"Well, perhaps this will be your lucky day," I said, smiling kindly.
Adam arrived with Jonathan and Josh turned up shortly after that -- walking fast -- obviously they didn't want to be left behind. I recognised Adam immediately, as the boy standing in the water at the beach, on our first day. He was indeed a well built young man -- older than the others -- and with a confidence they lacked. "Adam," he said, shaking my hand, firmly.
"And this is Josh," said Jonathan. "Sorry we're late -- Josh couldn't find his rod."
Josh smiled weakly. He was a rather plump lad, with glasses -- I hadn't seen him before. He seemed very shy. I resisted the temptation to tease him.
"So, where's your missus?" asked Adam -- "Matthew said she might be coming with us."
"Upstairs powdering her nose," I replied, grinning.
"It's very unusual for a woman to come... fishing," said Adam, doing a bit of fishing himself. "Are you sure she'll... be up for it?"
"Oh, I think so -- it's a beautiful day -- and Tishy loves being out in the fresh air..."
Just at that moment my wife indeed emerged from the cottage into the sunlight, right on cue. All eyes turned to look at her, so she dropped a little curtsy, enjoying the attention. She looked pretty damn cute, in a pink long-sleeved top, tied under her breasts, bare midriff, blue denim shorts and hiking boots. And pigtails -- the tease.
Earlier that morning I'd suggest she wear a loose top, and no bra -- but she explained that since we had to hike up to the picnic spot, she needed more support. So the pink top was perfect -- plenty of deep cleavage. She bent forward to tie her boots -- just to make sure we all got a good look.
"Don't stand there gawping, boys -- into the cars," she said breezily, and we were off. It was only a short drive. I followed Phil, since he knew the way. There was a small car park, at the foot of the hill just off the road. It was empty -- perfect.
Soon we were on the path winding up through birch woods. Everyone was carrying something -- I had the food, the boys a case of beer each, and all the fishing gear, while Tishy had her own little bag of tricks. Matthew was in the lead, of course, while I brought up the rear. There was a lot of chatter -- everyone was excited, no doubt thinking of what was to come.
I noticed that the boys were very gentlemanly, letting Tishy pass ahead of them as the path started to climb the steep hillside, above the trees. And then I realised why -- the most popular position was right behind her. Her round bottom looked very fine in the tight denim shorts.
Adam was in pole position, and as Tishy slowed to negotiate some rocks, he stuck out his tongue, pretending to lick her bum. Jonathan and Josh, right behind him, sniggered. A little too loudly, because she heard them, and turned around. "Now boys, behave," she said sternly. Adam grinned, innocently, and let Josh take his place. Josh didn't know where to look.
It was hot work on the steep path, and half way up we stopped by the side of the stream, to admire the view across the valley. Tishy found a big rock to sit on, legs apart, and the boys collapsed on the grass in front of her, breathless.
"It's a fine view from here," I said, winking at Adam.
Tishy leant forward. "No more smutty remarks, Jim -- you'll corrupt these fine young men," she said, primly, arching her eyebrow in that funny way she has. Then she turned to Josh, who was looking directly at her, as if mesmerised. "And what are you staring at, young man?" she asked.
"Oh, sorry, miss," he said, looking away.
"No," she persisted, "Tell us - what were you thinking of?"
"I was... thinking..." stammered Josh, "I was thinking of Miss Luscombe." And he went bright red.
"And who is Miss Luscombe?" said Tishy, kindly. Josh said nothing -- he was too embarrassed.
"She was his teacher," explained Matthew, "We all had her -- for french. She was very pretty."
"Yes," explained Phil, "And she had really big...." He trailed off, not sure whether to continue.
"You mean she had big knockers?" said Tishy, helpfully. The boys nodded, relieved that Tishy had said it first, and not them.
"They were gorgeous," said Jonathan. "When she leaned forwards at your desk to help you, you could see right down her blouse. Sometimes she didn't even wear a bra."
"And you all abused her kindness like this?" said Tishy, rather sternly. "Got her to help you, so you could ogle her tits?"
They all nodded, even Josh. "Impossible not to, in fact I think she encouraged it," said Matthew. "We all wanted Miss Luscombe -- she drove us crazy."
"And did none of you ever.... do anything about it?" asked Tishy.
