pull my t-shirt down enough to gain vision in my left eye.
‘And you are?’
Of course, I knew exactly who he was. The next door’s toy boy. Not that he was all that much of a boy as his well filled swim jammers testified.
‘Ah, my virtuoso performance of two or three days ago wasn’t memorable enough?’
‘A marketing exercise, was it?’ I hated myself. ‘You’ve come to check if it worked?’ How childish was I?!
‘It appears that I’m looking at it,’ he laughed. ‘The market, I mean.’
Feigning nonchalance, I leaned back, my face still wrapped up in the red t-shirt, my legs still splayed out as far as they would go. ‘What you’re actually looking at is a perfect hymen. The world’s finest.’
This time he was laughing really hard. ‘I didn’t think that girls were still issued with them. Not my kind of thing...’
‘You sure?’ I mocked triumphantly. ‘Don’t look now but your penis is peeping above the parapet.’
He must have used the same strength of will to quell the urge to cover himself as I had only minutes before. His arms remained at his back. ‘Penis?’ he tried a laugh again. ‘Is that what you call it?’
‘It’ll come whatever I call it.’
He was handsome, he had a big, lively cock, a happy laugh and he was good-natured.
‘Touché. Let’s make ourselves presentable and call the truce.’ He pulled his trunks up, muttering something about a missing modesty panel, and sat himself at the end of the lounger. That gave me plenty of time to pull down my t-shirt all the way down, below my knees.
‘I didn’t know you saw me,’ I said quietly. That was the closest that I could come to apology.
‘Of course I saw you. Comes with the territory. I’m a pilot.’
‘As in piloting airplanes?’
He nodded. ‘Hugh Carrington, your next door neighbour.’
I nearly jumped out of my skin. His type shouldn’t be married. They should remain in public domain forever. ‘My neighbour? Is she... is the next door your wife?’
He shook his head, obviously reading my mind and enjoying it. ‘No, my lady friend visits occasionally when we’re both in town but her husband isn’t. What were you doing there?’
‘I was running away. I was hoping the... the lady would let me out of her front door... Your front door.’
‘And then you saw us... er... together and thought that I was just topping up my frequent fucker miles?’
‘Pilots! I said dismissively but couldn’t help a smile.
‘Why were you running away from home?’
‘A long story,’ I shrugged. ‘You don’t want to know.’
‘Oh, I’m sure that I do, but not now. I’ve got to get back.’ He reached behind me and dug my phone out from under my bottom. ‘Here, let’s exchange numbers and meet up sometime soon. I’ll cook you lunch or dinner or something, as long as you promise to wear clothes. Your underwear can be the oldest and least attractive underwear in your possession. I promise you I won’t get a chance to see it.’
‘You really know how to make a girl feel good about herself, don’t you?’ I sulked. ‘Where are you off to? What’s so important?’
‘My landlord is coming around for a game of chess.’ He was getting ready to leave.
‘Chess?!’ I screamed. ‘Is everyone playing chess these days? Is chess the new black or something? Are you sure that you’re not a...’ For a second, my eyes slipped to his crotch unprotected by the modesty panel. ‘No, of course you’re not.’
‘I’m not a... what?’
I just shrugged.
He bent over, scooped my buttocks upwards with both his hands, parted my knees quickly with his chin and planted a big, sloppy kiss on my hymen.
‘Call me,’ he shouted as he walked away and disappeared into the greenery.
Chapter 10
It took me three hours to get Rosie to log on Skype.
‘I’ve got two hours, I hope,’ Rosie looked pale and tired. ‘The Great Matriarch has finally dosed off. She’s got her manservant, she’s got a nurse, she’s
‘And you are?’
Of course, I knew exactly who he was. The next door’s toy boy. Not that he was all that much of a boy as his well filled swim jammers testified.
‘Ah, my virtuoso performance of two or three days ago wasn’t memorable enough?’
‘A marketing exercise, was it?’ I hated myself. ‘You’ve come to check if it worked?’ How childish was I?!
‘It appears that I’m looking at it,’ he laughed. ‘The market, I mean.’
Feigning nonchalance, I leaned back, my face still wrapped up in the red t-shirt, my legs still splayed out as far as they would go. ‘What you’re actually looking at is a perfect hymen. The world’s finest.’
This time he was laughing really hard. ‘I didn’t think that girls were still issued with them. Not my kind of thing...’
‘You sure?’ I mocked triumphantly. ‘Don’t look now but your penis is peeping above the parapet.’
He must have used the same strength of will to quell the urge to cover himself as I had only minutes before. His arms remained at his back. ‘Penis?’ he tried a laugh again. ‘Is that what you call it?’
‘It’ll come whatever I call it.’
He was handsome, he had a big, lively cock, a happy laugh and he was good-natured.
‘Touché. Let’s make ourselves presentable and call the truce.’ He pulled his trunks up, muttering something about a missing modesty panel, and sat himself at the end of the lounger. That gave me plenty of time to pull down my t-shirt all the way down, below my knees.
‘I didn’t know you saw me,’ I said quietly. That was the closest that I could come to apology.
‘Of course I saw you. Comes with the territory. I’m a pilot.’
‘As in piloting airplanes?’
He nodded. ‘Hugh Carrington, your next door neighbour.’
I nearly jumped out of my skin. His type shouldn’t be married. They should remain in public domain forever. ‘My neighbour? Is she... is the next door your wife?’
He shook his head, obviously reading my mind and enjoying it. ‘No, my lady friend visits occasionally when we’re both in town but her husband isn’t. What were you doing there?’
‘I was running away. I was hoping the... the lady would let me out of her front door... Your front door.’
‘And then you saw us... er... together and thought that I was just topping up my frequent fucker miles?’
‘Pilots! I said dismissively but couldn’t help a smile.
‘Why were you running away from home?’
‘A long story,’ I shrugged. ‘You don’t want to know.’
‘Oh, I’m sure that I do, but not now. I’ve got to get back.’ He reached behind me and dug my phone out from under my bottom. ‘Here, let’s exchange numbers and meet up sometime soon. I’ll cook you lunch or dinner or something, as long as you promise to wear clothes. Your underwear can be the oldest and least attractive underwear in your possession. I promise you I won’t get a chance to see it.’
‘You really know how to make a girl feel good about herself, don’t you?’ I sulked. ‘Where are you off to? What’s so important?’
‘My landlord is coming around for a game of chess.’ He was getting ready to leave.
‘Chess?!’ I screamed. ‘Is everyone playing chess these days? Is chess the new black or something? Are you sure that you’re not a...’ For a second, my eyes slipped to his crotch unprotected by the modesty panel. ‘No, of course you’re not.’
‘I’m not a... what?’
I just shrugged.
He bent over, scooped my buttocks upwards with both his hands, parted my knees quickly with his chin and planted a big, sloppy kiss on my hymen.
‘Call me,’ he shouted as he walked away and disappeared into the greenery.
Chapter 10
It took me three hours to get Rosie to log on Skype.
‘I’ve got two hours, I hope,’ Rosie looked pale and tired. ‘The Great Matriarch has finally dosed off. She’s got her manservant, she’s got a nurse, she’s
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