All characters are above the age of 18
.........Continued directly from Voyeur.
I eventually summoned the courage to phone the number on the card.
"Hello," said a really rather husky female voice.
"The waiter at the beach bar gave me your card."
"Ah, so you're the voyeur eh?"
There was no point in denying it after the recent displays, so I came clean.
"Yes, guilty as charged. I must say it is very hard to resist being a voyeur with such elegant scenery."
I wanted to listen rather than speak as she had given me her number so obviously had something to say.
"So you liked my little show off did you?"
"I would have thought that was more than obvious."
"Yes, you were rather obvious. From the way you watched all those girly bottoms sashaying down the promenade I'd say you were clearly having impure thoughts. Am I right?"
"Right again!"
"So I pegged you as a bum man, not averse to ogling tits, but bums are your preferred area to gaze at?"
"Yes, you seem to have picked up a lot about me very quickly."
"Oh I've had you in my sights for some time. I don't just flash at any Tom, Dick or Harry."
"Interesting, go on."
"That's your favourite beach bar. You take coffee there most bright days. You usually face the ocean to watch the girls, and you take a particular interest in ones with thin dresses that the sun shines through to reveal their underwear."
"Sherlock Holmes!"
"Not really, just a keen observer of dirty old men!"
"Why a keen observer?"
"If you meet me there on Saturday at abut 11:00, wearing thin linen trousers and no pants, I might just tell you, but, and I must make this quite clear, there is not going to be any sex, so don't get your hopes up!"
"You have already exceeded my most erotic fantasy so I'll be there."
"No pants, is that quite clear?"
"Agreed."
Click, the line went dead. I checked my wardrobe: white linen slacks were clean and pressed. Whatever can this be about? Intrigued, I let my imagination run riot as I waited, like a school boy, for Saturday.
At 11:00 sharp I approached the beach bar. She was installed in my chair! Looking out to sea. Then I got it. She was turning the tables on me! With the sun nearly straight out to sea my trousers must have been nearly transparent.
I walked over, smiling, I said.
"TouchΓ©. Very cleaver, very cleaver indeed."
"Not a bad view, not bad at all for an older man. Nice dangly balls and the bum was ok too."
Not being used to having my assets praised, or even appraised, I sat down and ordered a coffee. My curiosity was getting to fever pitch, so I simply asked the reason for the meeting, mindful that she had already ruled out any sexual element. Her answer was as indirect as it was stunning.
"Have you ever heard of a play called La Ronde?" She asked.
"Can't say I have."
"Well it's a story about ten different sexual encounters, each encounter with one person from the previous, thus it goes round.
"Among other things I am an amateur actress, and I played the part of a young prostitute in a rather explicit sex scene with a soldier.