I had been holidaying in the country (not by choice) and my ordeal was nearly over. I'm sure the country is a fine place for a holiday -- for other people. Me, I'll take the beach any day.
Not that the country was without some unexpected attractions. I was asked to drop around with a message for my sister-in-law when she went to visit a neighbour. To be accurate, she was my sister's sister-in-law, rather than mine, but I'm sure you get my meaning. Anyway, when I dropped around I had an unusual encounter, a bevy of beauties skinny dipping. Six of them, including my sister-in-law.
Subsequent to that I'd had an interesting chat with a couple of the young ladies who'd been at the pool party. I'd have liked to have had a chat with the others but didn't know where to find them. Bar Maureen, the neighbour. Trouble was, by the time I got up the nerve to go around and visit her at home she was out. Or not answering the door to me, anyway.
Now the holiday had nearly passed, departure for home being scheduled for the next day. With a complete day of nothing in front of me I thought I'd go to the local town and look around. I managed to cadge my sister's car off her as she didn't require it for the day and she could borrow our father's car if she had to, and I drove in to town.
I bummed around the mall for a while and then decided to have a cup of coffee. I found a coffee shop and grabbed a cup and then looked for a place to sit. There was a young lady sitting at one of the tables by herself and she looked familiar. I could have sworn that I knew her, but there again, I couldn't remember where from. I moved over to her table.
"Mind if I sit here?" I asked, and she looked at me, looked slightly harder and then nodded, seeming amused.
"Ah, don't get the wrong idea," I said cautiously, "but I feel I know you from somewhere. Have we met? I'm pretty sure we haven't because there's no way I'd forget you, but you still seem familiar."
"No," she said, and it seemed to me that she was trying not to laugh. "We've never really met, although I have seen you about."
I tried to sound her out, told her my name and didn't get hers in return. She just seemed mightily amused by me, which was a bit disconcerting.
Everything fell into place when we were joined by another young lady. I looked up at her, blinked, and the answer smacked me over the ear.
"I remember now," I said. "Debbie and Tricia. The two young ladies I was thinking of as the perfect hand. I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."
The twin who was already seated at the table blushed mightily, but the one who'd just rolled up laughed.
"I'm Debbie. She's Tricia. You're Mike. We almost met at Maureen's pool party," she said. "Ah, what do you mean that we're the perfect hand?"
"Ah, yes. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that," I said looking away.
"Well, you did mention it," said Debbie, sitting down, "so give."
"Six aces would be a pretty much unbeatable hand in anyone's game," I explained. "Um, when I saw you at Maureen's place I couldn't help but notice four matched aces of diamonds and two aces of spades. I had never wanted some aces so badly in my life."
The girls looked a little puzzled so I gave a small explanation.
"Um, diamonds are red," I said tapping my chest, "and between you, you had four beautiful aces."
Tricia went even redder but Debbie just laughed.
"Very clever. What about the aces of spades?" she asked. "Oh. I get it. Don't bother telling us," she added quickly."
I had noticed at the pool party that the twins were not clean shaven, but had neatly trimmed and shaped little bushes. Guess what they looked like from a distance.
"I have to admit that the pool party was a bit of an eye-opener to me. First time I've ever seen such a beautifully matched pair."
"Uh-huh, you couldn't take your eyes off us," said Debbie. "The others were just background material for our scintillating presence."
"I couldn't have put it better myself," I agreed with a smile.
"Ah, I think you might have when you spoke to Pet," pointed out Debbie. "She said she saw you in the park and that you tried it on."
"And I think Isabel mentioned something about how she stood out from the crowd," added Tricia. "She put it down to having a wonderful pair of knockers."
Bloody gossips. Did they tell each other everything? I wondered just how much they had spilled. Still, it couldn't be too bad because the girls were at least talking to me. There again, it appears they might have said too much.
"Tell me, Tricia, which do you think are tastier, strawberries or diamonds?"
"Oh, strawberries, of course. Poor us. I guess we don't measure up to Pet's flavour."
"I wouldn't know," I said, "but I'm quite willing to find out how tasty you are. Too bad we're in the middle of the mall. Be rather shocking for me to try to find out here."
"Poor little diddums," mocked Debbie. "Striking out all along the line, aren't you. What do you say we take him home, Tricia, and just give a little taste? We've finished here, after all."
Tricia blushed, apparently not being quite as brazen as her sister but nodded.
"But a taste is all," she said quickly.
The girls stood up.
"Are you coming?" asked Debbie.
In my pants, was what I thought.
"Of a certainty," was what I said.
We walked to the twins' place, it being quite close to the mall. Come to think of it, the whole town was close to the mall. It was that sort of town. We talked about nothing much as we wandered along. What did I think of country living? (Not much.) What was it like in the city?
The two girls seemed to find the whole situation vastly amusing. They appeared to be of one mind without having to actually speak to each other. I don't know precisely what they were up to but they were certainly up to something.
Once we reached the house they led me down the hallway and into what proved to be their bedroom. It was rather an odd bedroom, designed for twins. It appeared as though it had originally been two smaller rooms but the wall between them had been knocked down and reshaped as a large arch, leaving two matching halves, furniture and fittings wise. The differences between the two halves were the personal decorations, with these being tailored to match slightly different personalities.
Now that we were in their bedroom the girls didn't muck about. Debbie calmly lifted her dress and started rolling down her pantihose. Tricia hesitated for a moment, blushed, and followed suit. Then it was dresses gone, bras and, finally, panties, leaving the two young ladies standing there, naked.
