Andy and Linda
Although this chapter can stand alone as far as the sex is concerned, to understand the why and the how it will be helpful to read Chapter One. The basic premise is that four married couples decide to swap for dirty weekends together, rotating over a period of three months.
Andy Average and Linda Large were the last to leave and Andy locked up the house and set the burglar alarm before they put their overnight bags into the back of his Range Rover and drove off towards their allocated hotel. This pair had known each other on and off from their childhood, as they had gone through the same schools in the same year, though they went different ways after school, Linda to university and Andy to an apprenticeship and part time technical college. Later they became re-acquainted after they were both married and the two couples met on the golf course and became part of the Friday Club. Thus, their conversation was easy, though they talked about everything except what they were going to be doing later that night.
When they arrived at the hotel and booked in the receptionist told them that the dining room would be open till late and that they need not book as long as they arrived by nine o'clock. Andy said this would be fine, and quietly asked for a bottle of champagne and two glasses to be sent up to the room. They found that the room was big with a big double bed and a mirrored ceiling, and Andy told Linda later that when he had booked it he had learned that it was known as the honeymoon suite. The big bathroom with a capacious walk in shower was an added attraction, offering the possibility of all sorts of fun. They both unpacked their overnight bags, Linda immediately filling a shelf in the bathroom with various bottles and make up essentials, while Andy just parked his sponge bag on what remained of the shelf. Just then the room service arrived, bringing a bottle of champagne and snacks to eat with it.
"Well done Andy, I'm probably going to need some Dutch courage, especially as I've realised that I've forgotten to bring any nightclothes. I hope you won't mind?"
"Oh Goody. That means I'll get to see you naked for the second time."
"Second time? Oh, you mean the Affair of the Old Millpond?"
"Affair of the Old Millpond? That sounds a bit like a Sherlock Holmes mystery."
"Sorry, it's just that I read a short story called the Affair of the Old Mill, and the name sort of stuck in my mind. Anyway, you know what I'm talking about, and I'm pleased you haven't forgotten it."
"That is an event that is firmly fixed into my memory. I'll never forget what you did on that day."
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The Old Millpond was just what it sounds like. In the village near to where they both went to school there was a disused watermill, and the reservoir used as a header for the mill had become a play area for the people of the surrounding area. Although there were signs saying PRIVATE PROPERTY. NO ENTRANCE, these were totally ignored as it was well known that they were only there so that the owner could claim that it wasn't his fault if someone got drowned. Most of the local children and adults used it for swimming and picnicking. There was a tradition that the younger children were taught to swim by their older friends, and the bigger kids always took it upon themselves to look after the little ones, so much so that many parents allowed quite small children to go to the pool on their own, safe in the knowledge that they would be protected. It wasn't exactly a tradition, but there was also a fair amount of nude swimming which took place amongst some of the adults later on in the day when the children had gone home, and other interesting activities sometimes occurred, resulting on more than one occasion of a certain swelling of ladies' waistlines some months later.
The "Affair" that Linda had mentioned had taken place when a group of senior pupils from the local grammar school decided to visit the millpond one afternoon at the end of the school year, after all the external examinations had taken place and while they were waiting for the results. Consequently, virtually no work was being done, so a crowd of them made their way to the pond. Linda was one of these, but when she went to put on her costume before going there she found that her mother had put the one she normally wore for serious swimming in the wash and the only costume that she had available was one that she usually only wore for sunbathing. It was perfectly decent, not particularly revealing, but both top and bottom were held by strings tied by bows, so was less secure than her normal attire. Nevertheless, she went to the pond and joined her friends in the water.
There are about a dozen of them, mixed boys and girls, all now over 18 and legally adults, and they started to play a crude form of water polo. All was going well and they were having great fun until suddenly three of Linda's female schoolmates suddenly grabbed her and, before she could take any evasive action, the bows tying her costume were undone and she was naked. She was left standing in water not far above her knees and one hand dropped to cover her pubis while she crossed the other arm over her breasts. She stood still for a moment, then made an instant decision that she wasn't going to be made a fool of, and that she would tough it out. Her arms dropped as she grabbed the ball and carried on playing the game as though nothing had happened.
At 18 years of age Linda was already just over six feet tall and had a beautiful body, not an ounce of superfluous flesh, but what there was was superbly shaped, high, firm breasts topping a slim waist, nicely rounded hips enclosing a flat belly leading down to her dark pubic hair and long shapely legs. Needless to say the boys found her naked body more than a little distracting, and soon one or two of them realised would be better served by making sure that their growing erections were hidden under the water, and a couple of the girls were more than interested in looking at this nubile figure. However, they managed to carry on playing water polo for quite some time before Linda said that she had to get home and climbed out of the pool. She walked across to where she had left her clothes, and, with her back to the pool, bent over to pick up her towel, giving the watching eyes a quick view of her spread arse cheeks and the hairs surrounding her pussy. Then she turned back towards the pool and began to slowly dry herself, taking the time to ensure she was thoroughly dry, including pulling the towel between her legs. Then she turned round again and bent over her sports bag to pick up her clothes.
This time she took far longer to find what she wanted. She had spread her legs wide so when she bent over she was fully exposed to the undivided attention that she was getting from the fascinated audience in the pool. Her gorgeous long legs were topped by two firm globes which were now parted and displaying the puckered entrance to her back passage above the puffy lips surrounding her vagina. The inner lips leading to her inner depths were visible and slightly parted showing a pink line inside, and a lecherous eye could just catch a glimpse of the little hood hiding her clitoris. Although she had trimmed her pubis, this was only to suit a modest swimming costume, and the hair was clearly visible between her legs, as were her lovely breasts swinging below her bent torso.
When she had sorted her clothes she stood up and turned round towards the pool. First she took her bra and put it on, and, after she had hooked it behind her back, she put each hand in turn inside the bra cup to hitch her breasts into place. Needless to say every boy in the pool would have loved to have helped with that task. Then she bent over and, in a leisurely manner, put on her knickers, followed by her dress, putting an end to the Affair at the Old Millpond.
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"Yes, it rather stuck in my mind too."
"I couldn't believe how slowly you bent over, you must have known how much you were displaying, quite apart from the fact that you carried on playing in the pool after those girls had stripped off your costume."
"I wasn't going to be beaten, and I thought that it was worth the risk of being assumed to be a tart for the sake of showing what a superior person I was."
"You were magnificent. Not only that, but you were absolutely gorgeous."
