Lydia returned to her room to dress, clean and satisfied. She rifled through her overnight bag, knowing that the plan for the day was a walk and a picnic.
Lydia selected a small pair of denim shorts and a white vest top- out of consideration for the hot weather. Out of practicality she also threw a cardigan in her handbag. She put on her white bra from the day before, and a pair of pink cotton knickers, and slipped on some sandals.
Having swiftly run a brush through her hair, Lydia joined David and Claire.
As the trio breakfasted together Claire was solicitous of their guest.
'Did you sleep ok? I'm afraid that guest bedroom can get a little stuffy'.
'Oh, it was fine thanks. Much rather be too warm than too cold!'
David and Lydia exchanged brief eye contact.
'At least you didn't have to share it with one of those pinstriped auditors you're so fond of' David quipped.
This was a reference to a previous boyfriend, a Deloitte accountant that Claire had introduced Lydia to. He had not lasted long in her affections.
'Haha. Very funny, David'. Lydia enunciated every word, with sing-song sarcasm.
'Oh stop flirting with her, you horrible man', Claire interjected. 'Let's get going, it's lovely outside'.
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David parked the car, and picked up the picnic basket from the boot. After vaulting the fence, the three ambled up the gentle slope of the hill, Claire and Lydia chatting as they went. They spread out their rug in shade of a small copse.
The view was perfect, not a soul to be seen for miles around. Claire settled down in the shade, whilst Lydia lay in the sun. She put on a large pair of sunglasses, and rolled up her top to just below her boobs.
'Any opportunity!' she called out.
David surreptitiously admired the flat, tanned expanse of her stomach at every opportunity, and her seemingly endless legs. Naturally, Lydia was completely aware of this. Claire whispered into her husband's ear.
'I do apologise for my exhibitionist friend'.
After a while, Claire's resolve broke. 'Right, picnic time!'
