Chapter IX Rest Cure
After a ten day sojourn at the Health Farm Beverley could now sit without discomfort and her backside was no longer black and blue. She had discovered her temporary haven by searching through the
Yellow Pages
and making a number of telephone calls. It was located in the Home Counties and sufficiently far from her home to guarantee total anonymity. It was also extremely expensive but very discrete. She was not unduly concerned about the cost because of the substantial sum of money she had earned at the porn film location with the expectation of an even larger sum of money if she agreed to her sexual exploits with Michael being marketed.
She recalled the doctor's remarks when he had first inspected her flagellated anatomy.
'My my, someone's been a very naughty girl hasn't she.'
'I'm well aware of my condition I am more concerned with how long the marks will take to disappear.' Beverley had replied rather tartly.
But now Beverley was relaxed and well on the way to complete rejuvenation. There were about a dozen other guests and a rather larger number of staff catering to their every need. Her days began with a leisurely breakfast which she usually took in her room. This was followed by a full body massage from Mark; the only downside being that Mark was so clearly quite unmoved by her naked body that he must be gay. Later in the morning she would take a swim in the indoor pool.
Usually she had the pool to herself but today she was mildly irritated to discover two other male guests sitting beside the pool. This presented her with a problem. She had neglected to put on a swimming costume as she normally swam naked. The doctor had advised her to expose her skin as much as possible to hasten her recovery. It was very tiresome; she would have to return to her room to get her costume. As she turned round to go, one of the men spoke to her.
'Please don't leave on account of us.'
Beverley paused and retraced her steps.
'The problem is I've forgotten to bring my bathing costume, I don't usually bother to wear one if the pool's empty.'
'Well that's alright by us; it sounds like a good idea; please go ahead.'
'Well, if you're sure you don't mind.'
Beverley slipped off her bathrobe and walked down the steps into the pool under the appreciative gaze of the other visitors. As she swam down the pool she heard two distinct splashes and realised the two men had joined her in the pool. When she reached the end of the pool she stood up so that her breasts were once more exposed to view and bobbing delightfully on the surface of the pool. She watched as the two men swam down the pool towards her and then stopped on either side of her. They introduced themselves.
'Hello, I'm Fred and this is my brother George.'
'Hello, I'm Beverley', she replied and noticed that neither of the brothers was wearing swimming trunks. As she looked down into the swirling water she could also discern that both of them had substantial erections.
'Well this is certainly a very stimulating way to start the day isn't it Fred?' George said.
'It certainly is' his brother responded.
'We'll all be asked to leave if we aren't careful', Beverley said as she started to swim back down the pool.
She paused again when she reached the deep end of the pool' supporting herself on the hand rail. She had been totally celibate since her arrival at the health farm, being more concerned to ensure that all the evidence of her night with Michael was erased. But now she was beginning to feel horny again and the sight of two stiff cocks further stimulated her desire for sex. The three of them rested at the deep end hanging onto the bar. The two men moved closer to her now so that their cocks brushed gently against her thighs.
'What are your plans for the rest of the morning?' George asked, as he gently fondled her breasts.
'I haven't really got any', Beverley replied. She allowed her hand to brush against his cock.
'Then perhaps you'd like to join us for coffee and brandy in our suite?' Fred suggested, gently tweaking her vaginal orifice.
