During the Christmas break my parents decided that we'd all enjoy a week in the country. I could have given them an argument on that but it wouldn't have done me much good, so I kept my mouth shut. Thus it was that post-Christmas I found myself visiting my beloved sister and her husband at their farm in the middle of nowhere.
Still, there was one bright spot to it. My brother-in-law had a sister, Diana, and she was also visiting. She was twenty, give or take a year. I've never been exactly sure but my impression was that she was just a little younger than me. She was also blonde, with a pleasing personality, and a very pleasing face and figure.
Typical male, I got quite a few kicks out of teasing her. She was always just a trifle slow catching on to sexual innuendo, only to start blushing a minute or so later when the innuendo sank in. This surprised me a little because the chances of her being a virgin I rated as somewhere between slim and none.
Still and all, the holiday wasn't too bad. There always seemed to be something to do and there were several places within walking range if I wanted to go visit the neighbours.
One morning I was up earlier than usual. Stuffed if I know what woke me but, seeing it was already hot, I decided to shower and dress, rather than loaf in the bed. Mind you, if it had been cold I'd have stayed right there until pried out.
I wandered down to the bathroom and, just as I reached it, the door opened and Diana was standing there. She had obviously just had a shower and she was wearing a thin dressing gown that was clinging to her in all the right places. It wasn't done up, I noticed (naturally, lecher that I am), and Diana was holding it closed with one hand clutching the sides together.
Now the polite thing to do would be to step aside and allow her to go on her way. That's not what I did. I ran my eyes over her, while she slowly blushed. If that wasn't bad enough, I reached over and gently pulled her hand away from where she was clutching the gown closed, opening the gown wide while I did so.
I had suspected that she was naked under that gown and was delighted to find my suspicions were accurate. She was a fine and tasty dish. Her breasts, white and tipped with pink, stood out proudly, young and healthy and shapely and a magnet for male eyes.
I let my eyes drift down, noting that she had a belly button piercing and that she was apparently in the habit of shaving certain areas. I was terribly tempted to check and see if she felt as smooth as she looked but wiser councils prevailed.
"Very, very, nice," I said softly, as I drew her gown closed again. "Very soon I'm going to see you like that again, at a time when we have more privacy. Then I'm going to see if you taste as good as you look."
She just gave me a nasty look and fled, blushing fiercely, and I sauntered into the bathroom. I suppose I could have tried to make a pass right then, she'd been at a hell of a disadvantage, after all, but it seemed to me that it would be rushing things. Besides, with the whole household in the process of waking up, we might have been interrupted at an inopportune moment.
Diana shot through shortly after breakfast and I didn't think anything of it. I just assumed that she'd gone to visit one of the neighbours. Did I mention that her parents were also staying for the week? They were. Early in the afternoon Diana's mother came up to me.
"Mike, Diana's gone over to the Fortescue's place and she seems to have forgotten that we're visiting the salon this afternoon. I tried ringing but no-one is answering. Could you be a good chap and go over and remind her?"
Being a good chap and having nothing else to do I said that it would be my pleasure. It would be to. The Fortescues had a very lovely young daughter about Diana's age, undoubtedly the reason she was over there. I'd have two lovely young things to flirt with and make leading remarks to.
I reached the Fortescue place and it looked deserted. Everyone out working the farm, I assumed. Still, I knocked, and there was no answer. In the quiet I could hear the sound of voices and made an educated guess that the girls were in the back yard. Probably in the pool, on a day like this.
I wandered around to the back yard and sure enough, there were Diana and Maureen. Along with four other young ladies that I'd seen about, all around the same age bracket. Understandable. People of the same age and sex do tend to congregate together. There wasn't anyone actually in the poll when I rolled up, although I suspect that the whole damn lot of them wished they were.
They'd been skinny dipping and I was suddenly standing in front of six young ladies, all of whom were stark staring naked. And I was staring all right. My eyes were almost popping out of my head. So much feminine flesh on display.
And what could I do about it? Absolutely nothing. Talk about too much of a good thing. One or two standing there naked and I'd have been tempted to make a move, but not with six of them staring at me.
When the girls first noticed me there were some squeals and rapid hand movement, but then they seemed to get a positive feedback flowing through the group. After all, there were six of them and only one of me. The muffled squeals turned into not so muffled giggling and the hurried hand bras and such vanished again. The rotten bitches were flaunting what they'd got and almost daring me to do something about it.
What was worse they were eyeing me off, and I was suddenly feeling like a stud put up for auction. A strange and disconcerting feeling. Hopefully I hid my new found embarrassment.
"Afternoon, ladies," I said. "I have a message for Diana. Her mother wanted to remind her about the salon visit this afternoon. She also suggested that it might be a good idea to answer your phones."
There was a muffled giggle at that last bit, and a sotto voce, "Told you so," from someone in the group.
"Message received," said Diana, staring brazenly back at me. "You can tell her I'll be along shortly."
This was the same young woman who had been blushing so hard this morning? Isn't it amazing the confidence a bunch of friends can give you.
"No need to chase him off, Diana," said one of the girls. "He can stay and talk with us while you get dressed."
"There again," murmured someone else, "maybe he'd like to have a swim."
"I'll pass," I said with a smile. Mainly because I'd be waving my feelings around for all to see. Fine, one on one, but I'd rather not in a group.
"Ah, too bad," came from somewhere in the group. "You could have shown us your potential."
There was a burst of explosive giggling at that and I had to just stand there and take it. I looked around at the girls, trying to put names to faces. Also trying to make sure I attached faces to other interesting body parts. One girl, Isabel, if I remember correctly, had a magnificent rack.
"I'll tell you what, ladies," I said affably. "I'm making a careful note of your faces and before the holidays are over I'll make a concerted effort to meet each of you alone and show you my potential."
"Our faces?" asked Maureen. "Was that what you were looking at?"
There was some more giggling, and I took my leave, strolling casually away, while inside I was running like a rabbit.
