I suppose I should recap what led me to my latest little dalliance. I was on holidays (reluctantly) in the country with my parents, staying at my sister's place. Also staying there were my brother-in-law's family, namely his parents and Diana, his sister.
When Diana went missing one afternoon, and wasn't answering her phone, I got tapped to run around to a neighbour's place to kick her butt back home. Figuratively speaking, of course. She was around twenty, with a very nice butt, and kicking it wouldn't have won me any brownie points.
I strolled along to the neighbour's place expecting to find her in a gabfest with Maureen, the young woman she was visiting. Instead I found that she and Maureen had a bunch of other young ladies over and they'd all gone swimming. Naked.
Have you ever suddenly found yourself facing half a dozen naked young women? Nerve-wracking doesn't come into it. I damn near had a heart attack on the spot, and thank god I was wearing jeans that were strong enough to stop my erection ripping right through the material.
Have you ever heard of the cheer-leader effect? Apparently when you put a bunch of pretty young things together they all seem prettier and more sexually attractive. That effect was in full force that day.
Not only that but, after their initial embarrassment, the girls played off against each other, flaunting themselves and daring me to comment. An idiot I am not. I looked them over fairly hard but I kept my mouth shut, apart from delivering Diana's message. Ignoring uncalled for innuendos I beat a gracious retreat, although I may have said something to the effect that I'd see them all again.
Walking home I'd decided that not only would I see them all again but that I'd be doing my level best to see them naked, one on one. This littler oath, unfortunately, was hampered by a couple of little details. These were the simple facts that, apart from recognizing Maureen and Isabel, I had no idea who the other three girls were or where they lived, although I had seen them around when I visited the nearby shopping centre.
I discussed the matter later that day with Diana, just evincing a general curiosity as to who the young ladies were. I did not tell her that I intended to look them up. Maybe she's just naturally suspicious of men and their intentions because she let drop that if I wanted to meet Isabel by chance I should take a stroll down a nearby lane at a certain time, as that was when she'd be riding home from work.
It was just a coincidence that I happened to be strolling down that lane at the correct time the next day. Isn't it odd how these things work out? There I was, strolling along, not a care in the world, and along came Isobel in a manner that surprised me. This was the country and she liked horses. When I heard she would be riding home I naturally put these together and thought she'd be riding horse. Not so. She was riding a bicycle. How plebeian. Here I was trying to think up ways to coax her down from a horse and she was already at ground level. What a waste of effort.
"Isabel," I said happily, holding up a hand to stop her. "How nice to see you again."
For a moment she looked confused and then she blushed. Ah, yes, she remembered where I'd seen her last. It occurred to me that having seen a young lady naked gave you somewhat of an advantage, as long as you didn't push it.
"Um, Michael, isn't it?" she asked. "Diana's brother-in-law?"
"That's right," I said affably. "You've probably seen me around a couple of times. I noticed that you were in the group yesterday."
She gave a little lady-like snort of disbelief, but also blushed again.
"The way you were looking at everyone I'm surprised you could recognise a single person who was there," she gently derided.
"Oddly, enough," I said with a grin, "apart from Diana, who I know reasonably well, you were the only person I really noticed in the group. The others were more of a cast of extras, if you get what I mean."
"Not really. We were all, ah, dressed in the same fashion."
"Oh, come on," I protested. "You've got to be kidding me."
"What do you mean?"
"You're saying you don't know?" I asked, giving her a look that was intended to convey disbelief.
Isabel shook her head, looking slightly confused.
I sighed.
"Isabel, at the risk of sounding a trifle crude, you have a magnificent chest. The others were insignificant after I saw these."
I reached out and lightly touched her breast, by happy chance my finger landing on her nipple. She blushed and pulled back slightly and I didn't try to maintain contact.
"Really, Isabel," I said quietly, "with you standing there looking like the original for Venus de Milo, I'm supposed to notice lesser people? Um, there is one thing I should warn you about."
"And what's that?" she asked, looking a little flustered.
"It was rather crowded yesterday so I couldn't do what I would have liked to do, but I did promise myself that I would see your lovely chest up close and touch it."
