With out going into too much detail my ex was a controlling bastard and as soon as we were married 7 years ago he moved me and my son from a previous relationship to the other end of the country and by hook or by crook made sure that I lost contact with my old friends and pretty much my family. As soon the house was sold and the details were sorted out we moved back 'home.' Apart from my re-uniting with my elder sister I didn't know where to start finding my old colleagues and friends.
I'd never really bothered with Social-Network sites on the internet like Facebook and Friends Re-United until my divorce just over a year ago but my 15 year old son Frankie suggested that I look up with some of my school friends and old workmates. He set everything up for me on the computer and I more or less forgot about it as I searched for a new job. After a couple of weeks he asked if anyone had responded to my profiles and we checked them out together. I was amazed at how many people remembered me and I spent a couple of hours a night for weeks chatting online and by e-mail to friends from my schooldays and offices that I'd worked in years before. It was heart breaking to find out how many were in the same single parent/divorcée status that I was in. One woman, Pauline had kept in touch with a couple of other school friends and eventually suggested that we all get together for a Girlie Weekend at her caravan at the coast. Four of us were interested but two couldn't get away on their own so it was suggested that we had a 'family break' the next Bank-Holiday weekend and we should book our own caravans on the site. I asked Frankie what he thought and he was 'up for the idea' if it made me happy. We booked a small van that had two separate rooms and four weeks later drove to the resort on the Friday afternoon.
The site was quite small and very homely with a shop and was only a ten minute walk to a village that had two pubs and a small supermarket. There was a beach with a few coves at the bottom of a small cliff. After 10 years of marital confinement it seemed like a little piece of Heaven on earth.
As agreed we all met in the Cock and Hens pub at 7 (the pub name obviously got lots of laughs when it was suggested). There were tears and hugs all around as we greeted each other for the first time in 10 years and introduced the kids to each other. Pauline had two girls of 11 and 9; Janice had three sons between 10, 12 and 18 with the eldest being adopted and Tiff had an 11 year old daughter and 9 year old son.
I don't know why but I was surprised to see that Janice's adopted son was black and had 'learning difficulties'. It wasn't a problem as he was a bit of a gentle giant and very sweet and courteous with a welcoming smile for everyone and instantly became a 'big brother' to the younger children.
The evening flew by as we drank our way through 7 bottles of wine as the elder kids played pool and the younger ones amused themselves in the adjacent play park.
I was more than a bit tipsy as we made our way back to our caravans and agreed to meet at the park gates in the morning for a day on the beach.
The following morning as I recovered from my first hangover in 10 years Frankie told me how happy he'd been seeing me laugh so much the previous evening. We chatted about the different people he'd met especially Janice's sons; Coby who was 14 and Jared who Frankie told me, had been ogling me all night; but basically he had no problem spending the weekend in their company.
As arranged we all met at the gates and made our way down the steep steps to the beach then wandered for a couple of hundred yards until we found a cove that we claimed for our own. It took half an hour to spread out the towels, deck chairs, loungers and assorted inflatable toys then smear as much sun tan lotion onto the children's pale skin while I stored the food chillers in the shade before the kids were allowed to play in the surf and rock pools.
I was surprised to hear Janice ask Jared to rub the lotion into her back, and then when she was satisfied he had covered her, without saying a word lay on her back and let him smear suntan lotion onto her stomach and legs. I tried not to stare but was a little uncomfortable when the boy carefully rubbed the lotion into the inside of her thighs and she began gently purring. I busied about then turned to see Jared performing the same duties with Pauline and my friend even dropped her bra straps for him to administer some to her shoulders and down to the top of her floppy chest.
Nothing out of the ordinary was said but I was sure I saw the women exchange smiles and winks.
As the kids ran away from the adults I slid my shorts off and as I lifted the hem of my t-shirt I had a slight panic attack as I realised that I was wearing a bikini and not a swimming costume like Pauline; but breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that both Janice and Tiff had bikinis on too; with Tiff's being quite small and revealing; which was no surprise as she'd always been a flirt in the office many years ago.
I couldn't help it; but began checking out the others in their swimsuits and was quite pleased that I had aged well and my 37 year old body looked quite good compared to my friends even if a bit too much soft tummy hung over my bikini bottoms. It didn't go unnoticed that Tiff looked like (and later admitted) that she'd had a boob job since I'd last seen her.
After an hour chatting on the loungers I went down to the waters edge with Pauline to cool off in the freezing seawater while we watched the kids playing a game of catch with a football in the waves. In due course the ball landed next to me and as I threw it back Jared shouted for me to join in as the sides were uneven.
"What the Hell." I thought and made my way out until I was waist deep in the cold water as my son pointed to the kids that were on my side. It was great fun as the kids crashed about; tackling each other for the ball and everyone was laughing hysterically. Eventually the ball was thrown to me and as I went to catch it Jared came from my blind side and pushed me over as he swiped the ball from my hands and threw it to his brother in one movement before falling on top of me.
As we thrashed about in the salty brine I swear he deliberately grabbed my boobs before helping me to my feet. As I was brushing my matted hair from eyes the ball was thrown to me and Jared knocked me over again as he passed the ball to one of the girls. For the second time he landed on top of me and his hands definitely went straight for my largish boobs. I was too busy trying to stop myself from drowning to stop him, but as I finally got to my feet one boob was hanging out of its cup, much to the kids' amusement. As I tucked it back in I thought 'this is WAR!'
As I manoeuvred myself behind the tall, thick set teenager I thought back to Frankie's comment about him 'ogling me'. He was quite pretty, in a chubby kind of way for a boy and had short curly dreadlocks and a big diamante earring in one ear. His handshake the previous evening had been a bit limp and he had a sweet lisp when he spoke but when he next got the ball I pounced; jumping on his back and tried to pull him over but he was too strong and just carried me through the waves as I tried to punch the ball. As I did this Coby appeared from nowhere and tried to pull me off his elder brother; so I wrapped my legs around Jared's hips and clung on as he jumped the waves trying to shake me off. Undeterred, Coby grabbed the back of my pants and when I finally pulled Jared over into the water my bikini pants got pulled down to my knees at the same time.
As they pretended to 'help' me, Jared calculatingly pulled at the back of my bikini bra and tried to push his hand between my legs and finger me under the water at the same time as his brother held my shoulders keeping me trapped under the water. Pauline and Janice were howling with laughter at the waters edge. The boys soon made their escape, leaving me to try and rearrange my bikini as the waves crashed into me. When I finally made it back onto my feet I shook a fist at the brothers and made my way towards my friends on the sand.
"You look like you were having fun." Pauline laughed and nudged Jared's mother to confirm her point.
"The buggers tried to pull my bra off!" I panted as I spat out sea water; conveniently forgetting to tell them that the elder boy had tried to force his hand between my legs too.
"You looked like you didn't mind too much." Their Mother grinned as I stood with my hands on my hips looking out at the kids playing in the sea.
The three of us went back to the loungers to join Tiff who was now topless and rubbing in lots of suntan oil. Pauline recounted my story to Tiff who pushed her sunglasses onto her head and looked out to where the boys were still playing; "Hmm...." She purred, "He is over the age of consent I suppose." Then smiled and winked at Janice. Pauline then opened a couple of bottles of beer and we chatted about our ex's.
Hungry and tired the kids eventually drifted back to their mothers and we all ate lunch together. Coby regaled everyone with his tale of pulling me off his brother and made it sound like they'd defeated some great Giant. Jared didn't say a word but sat nonchalantly with his legs parted to dry his shorts and occasionally discretely adjusted himself when he chatted to me.
