I'm going to the seaside. You probably wonder why I, a forty-five year old widow, find this so exciting, but I haven't been for years, not since my husband died ten years ago. I don't know why, just never did. We never had children, who would no doubt have taken me there, so I suppose that's at least part of the reason.
My name is Lydia. As I've already mentioned, I'm forty-five, blonde, with a bit of help from a bottle, considered pleasing to look at and a widow for ten years now. I live on my own in a condo in the middle of the city and apart from still missing John desperately am relatively satisfied with life. Quite a few men have made advances to me over the the last ten years but I haven't been able to bring myself to even go on a date. My friends think I'm strange! They may be right!
So today I'm going to the seaside. On the train, yet, which is something else I haven't done in years. I'm so excited when I climb onto the train and find my reserved window seat for the two hour journey that I'm almost wetting myself. I get comfortable, settle back and from my purse take a book, something I'm never without.
My reading is interrupted by the arrival of my seat mate and I look up. It's a young woman, early twenties I would imagine, with shoulder length black hair and a gorgeous figure, absolutely devastating. We smile at each other then settle back into our seats. I continue reading, she takes out a book and begins to read as well.
Half an our into the journey she taps me on the arm and says "I hope I'm not intruding but would you like a candy?" holding out a packet of fruit gums.
"Why thank you." I reply, taking a gum from the packet. We introduce ourselves and I learn that she's Elizabeth, Liz, twenty-one years old and is going to the seaside for pretty much the same reason that I am - no reason at all apart from just wanting to go! She's just separated from her boyfriend of two years but I don't quite understand the reason why.
By the time we get there, we're chatting as if we'd known each other for ever and find that we have so much in common that, as we have no plans to the contrary, we decide to spend the day together.
We leave the train and walk to the sea front. The day's beautiful and we're both wearing comfortable shoes so walking is a pleasure, and we're soon oohing and ahing at all the things that a little seaside town has to offer and that we haven't seen in a long while.
Lunchtime approaches and we find a lovely little fish restaurant on the seafront where we fill ourselves to bursting, myself with fish and chips, my favorite, Liz with an enormous dish of shrimps and scallops. Two glasses of wine help everything down very nicely and prepare us for the rest of the afternoon.
We're so full that we decide to find somewhere comfortable to sit and there, on the beach, are a couple of beach chairs just waiting for our bums. We sit, and before we know it doze off, waking to find that the sea is now lapping at our feet and we've missed the last train back to the city! What a pain!
As we're totally stranded and as evening is approaching rapidly we've little choice but to find a room for the night so we wander along the seafront until we find a cute little hotel that attracts us. We enter and guess what, they only have one room left, a double room with a queen size bed. We look at each other questioningly and as neither of us seems to have a major problem with the arrangement, take it.
We have absolutely no luggage, of course so our first trip is to the nearest drugstore for toothbrushes and toothpaste. We also find a clothing store where we each buy a pair of panties. Obviously we like clean. As we're still tired we have an early supper so that we don't have to come out again. More food, more wine.
The room is very pleasant, with a private bathroom. The bed is extremely comfortable and we both test it out, bouncing up and down, giggling like schoolgirls.
I don't embarrass easily, but I'm getting a little nervous at the thought of sharing a bed with another woman. Liz is in the bathroom so I take off my blouse and skirt and slide between the cool sheets. I keep my underwear on and hope Liz does too.
She doesn't! I try not to watch her undress, but my curiosity gets the better of me and through half open eyes I watch her remove her blouse, peel off her slacks and put them neatly on a chair. She reaches behind her, unfastens her bra, takes it off and places it on top of her slacks and blouse. Her breasts are medium size, firm and high with broad, pink areolas and long, pointed nipples, hard in the cool air. I'm attracted, though I don't understand why. She slowly slides her panties down over her hips and places them on top of her other clothes. As she walks to the bed I see that she is totally shaved, the top of the slit between her distended lips clearly visible.
She slides into bed, turns the light out and stretches.
"You were watching, weren't you?" she whispers, chuckling, turning towards me and I feel myself blush, not just my face, but my whole chest. I'm amazed that the room isn't bathed in a red glow.
"Yes" I whisper. "I'm so sorry, I really shouldn't have."
"Why not?" she asks "I'm not that hard to look at, am I?"
"Of course not, you're beautiful, but you're the first girl I've seen naked since the school showers and that was a very long time ago."
"Not that long, Lydia. I know it's a very rude question but how old are you?"
