I had to head back home the day following my evening with Clare at my beach house. I had arranged for an electrician to convert some old halogen down lights to some more energy efficient LED lighting along with a bunch of other bits'n'pieces around the house. Getting a tradesman out for a job like this at this time of the year was a real bonus. I didn't want to postpone it.
The work required a couple of days at home. During this time I would get the odd text from Clare. The first one was the most memorable. It was a pic of her purple dildo with the caption 'No longer good enough'. Another was a pic of her breasts with the caption 'In need of some attention'.
Two days later I was back at my beach house. It was about 5:30pm when I drove past Clare's place on the way to mine. I could see three additional cars parked out the front, her girl-friends were obviously still there. The weather had been great for spending time on the beach over the last couple of days, I thought.
I unpacked my things and opened the place up, grabbed a sparkling mineral water from the fridge and sat down on the couch. I started to flick through the TV channels to see if there was anything worth watching. Then I was contemplating going for a swim at my favourite spot down at the beach along with thinking ahead to dinner when there was a knock at the front door. Hmmmm, Clare I thought. I was looking forward to spending some more time with her.
Standing on my door step was an attractive brunette. Easily 6 foot tall, maybe 6'1".
"Well hello Alan," she said, looking me up and down. "I'm Wendy. Clare has sent me over to see if you want to drop around for drinks, when you are ready and meet everyone."
"Wendy, good to meet you," I replied. "Please, come in."
"Oh, OK then," said Wendy, somewhat hesitantly.
I gathered that Clare had sent Wendy to deliver a message only. By the look on her face Wendy wasn't necessarily expecting to do anything more.
"Through this way," I said, as I guided Wendy to the living area.
I could see she was checking my place out carefully.
"I'd be delighted to drop around for drinks Wendy," I continued, making sure I said her name. It was one of my little tricks when I met new people. Say their names as often as you could when you first met them. It helped me remember their names.
"Nice place," offered Wendy.
"Thanks," I said. You don't look so bad yourself I thought.
Wendy was probably in her early forties. Slim, dressed casually in shorts and a tee-shirt wearing thongs. Now I should point out, for the sake of our readers in other parts of the world, here in Australia we call a type of basic casual footwear 'thongs'. In New Zealand they are call 'jandals' in other places 'flip-flops'. In this case, clearly, 'thongs' do not refer to an item of female attire.
In addition Wendy had obviously been working on her tan. She had her hair in a simple pony tail.
"So how's your stay with Clare been?" I asked.
"We've had a great time," Wendy replied. "Spent as much time on the beach swimming and soaking up the sun as we could. It's always fun to catch up with the girls. Lots of talking. Pity we have to leave tomorrow."
"Can I offer you a drink? Something soft?" I offered.
"Oh, no thanks. Need to be getting back," said Wendy, still looking around.
"OK," I replied.
I continued watching Wendy looking around until our eyes met.
"Better get going then," she said, and started to head back to the front door.
I followed and opened the front door for her.
"See you shortly. Bye," Wendy said as she headed off down the driveway.
As I watched her go I mulled over what Clare may have told her girlfriends about me. Was I some casual fling or conquest? Was there more to it? Only one way to find out.
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I was standing on Clare's front door step 10 minutes later with a chilled bottle of white wine in my hand. The air temperature was still warm so I was wearing shorts, polo top and thongs. I could hear women chatting inside the house. 'Once more into the breach', I thought and knocked on the door.
The door opened to reveal another attractive tall curly haired brunette. She was well over 6 foot tall. Maybe 6'2". She had a big smile on her face.
"You must be Alan, come in", she said. "I'm Olivia, nice to meet you."
"Hi Olivia," I replied. "Good to meet another of Clare's friends."
"We're all out the back. This way," said Olivia.
I followed her through the house and entered the living area.
"Alaaaan!" cried Clare from the kitchen.
Clare strode out from the kitchen and over to me holding her arms out wide. She embraced me, crushing her big boobs into my chest and gave me a big wet kiss. I returned the hug and kissed her. Clare finally released me.
"Now, the only one you haven't met by now will be Natalie. Hey Shorty come and meet Alan," Clare called out.
Natalie looked up from outside, shrugged and came in.
"Natalie, this is Alan," Clare announced.
"Hi Natalie," I replied. "Nice to meet you."
Standing before me was another tall woman. About my height, 6 foot tall I thought. Pretty, short blond hair, slim, well-tanned, bare footed, again wearing shorts and a loose fitting tee-shirt.
"And you too Alan," replied Natalie, looking me up and down.
"Shorty?" I said looking at Clare. "There's nothing short about Natalie."
"It's my name," said Natalie. "My name is Natalie Short and I just happen to be the shortest of the four of us. Ironic don't you think?" she said with a grin.
I was surrounded by amazons. I was equal in height to Natalie. The tallest was Clare.
"A glass of wine Alan?" Clare asked.
"Sure, sounds good," I replied.
"Great. I'll get that and you go outside with everyone," Clare said.
I followed Natalie to the outdoor entertaining area where the other two were seated. We sat down and waited for Clare. I noticed an already empty bottle on the table along with plates of cheese and crackers, various dips, a bowl of corn chips and a bowl of potato chips.
I asked how the last couple of days had been. The women were very chatty let me know that they had been spending as much time as they could on the beach working on their tans and swimming. They had been to two of the local restaurants, one last night and the night before. They had even managed to check out the quirky little cocktail bar above the art gallery last night before dinner. Natalie went on to explain they had sat outside on the balcony of the cocktail bar and watched the sunset while knocking back some very potent cocktails.