"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.
"When we started rehearsing I found it very difficult, and embarrassing, getting my clothes off on stage, particularly in front of my 'soldier' who was somewhat older.
"The most anyone, including him, was ever going to see was my boobs and I sunbathe topless all the time, so what was the problem? I don't know. It might have been because it was in a sexual situation, even if we were only acting.
"My soldier also had a bit of a problem getting naked to start with, but he only had to stand with his back to the audience, drop his pants, and slide under the bed covers.
"The bed was much higher than the audience so they couldn't really see anything except his bum and I was supposed to be at the other side of the stage when he stripped, so I wasn't supposed to see anything either.
"Initially the director had us screened off and lit in all sorts of cleaver ways, so that we didn't show very much, but as we progressed I got more comfortable. I actually shed my peignoir and strutted about the stage topless, much to the delight of the director, who kept congratulating me on 'getting into the part dahling'!
"I was supposed to wear those 'almost naked look' panties to give the illusion of being a prostitute ready for business, but somehow, as I got more daring, I 'forgot' to put them on, so when I shed my peignoir I was actually naked.
"Eventually I dropped the peignoir earlier and earlier in the scene and was effectively naked for most of it. I really got into the part of being a Viennese prostitute. Then I noticed 'soldier boy' getting a real erection! Fortunately, as he was under the covers, I was the only person who knew.
"I used to love winding him up after that. I made sure I was on the far side of the bed, not the stage, when he had to disrobe. I stood there naked, facing him, legs slightly apart. The audience couldn't really see anything, but soldier boy was getting a real eye full as he got naked, with predictable results.
"He used to mouth things to me as his excitement became obvious like, 'Script?' and 'Bitch' but the big smile on his face only egged me on to more and more mischief.
"The culmination of the scene was when I, as a prostitute, had to fuck him: to make sure he got his money's worth. Of course the special sheet we use was between us, but sometimes I would rub his cock through it just to wind him up some more.
"He never knew what was going to happen next, but I really enjoyed getting him worked up, so I played up to it, as I myself got more and more turned on.