Chloe could see Hunter blushing as he said this. It was really rather endearing, she thought.
'Oh, you mean Tiffany? She's island-hopping on a sailing boat.'
'Ah,' muttered a flustered Hunter. 'So, you're not - I mean, you'll be free to join us this evening at the club? That would be great, yes, really great.'
He started to get out of the pool, as Chloe stood up and stepped back towards the lounger she'd been using that morning.
'Look, I'll just dry off a bit and then we can exchange phone numbers - if that suits you, of course.'
Then, realising the purpose of her trip to the pool was presumably to swim, he added, 'But of course you'll probably want to have a dip first. I can wait for you. Absolutely no problem.'
'Actually, I only came over to retrieve a bottle of sunscreen,' she said, bending down to pick it up from the place where it was nestling in the grass under her sunbed.
She walked with Hunter over to the area where she had seen him getting close and personal with the blonde bimbo that morning and they exchanged numbers.
'Let me know the name of the club when you know it and what time you are thinking of getting there, and I'll find my way there later.'
'Sure,' said Hunter. 'And I'll message you when we get there.'
'Okay,' Chloe replied without too much overt enthusiasm. 'See you later then.'
'Wow!' thought Hunter, as he watched her walk away. 'That went rather well, given the circumstances. I wouldn't say she's frumpy at all. And it will be nice to spend some time with a more mature, less demanding woman.'
12
When Hunter told the girls over dinner about the invitation he'd extended to Chloe, he received something of a mixed reaction. Briony was supportive of the move, as she felt that any disappointment he felt in the aftermath of whatever happened (or didn't happen) would make him even more susceptible to her not inconsiderable charms. Julia was initially pleased to learn that the prettier American was off on a yacht, but there was something in the way Hunter spoke about this Chloe that gave her pause for thought. She had to remember that Hunter was basically an old man (several years older than her own dad, who was well past it in many ways - always forgetting things and wearing embarrassingly bad clothes) and this woman might actually in spite of all appearances to the contrary have something about her that appealed to the old man in him.
Tina, who had been expecting to have Hunter all to herself that night when they came back from the town, was the least happy about the whole situation. She felt she still had unfinished business with Hayley's dad: she was determined to come to grips with his giant schlong in the oral arena and she had felt so turned on when he made as if to enter her asshole that she had made a mental note to buy some lube when in town this evening. Now this woman - this frump - had managed to get her hooks into Hunter, and to make things worse, it appeared that she mightn't be a lesbo after all.
Complicating things even more was the make-out session that Julia and Briony had shared that afternoon. Briony, who had some experience with girls, had really got the hots for Julia now and it would be so much easier if Hunter and Tina hooked up again tonight, as she and Julia would be sharing that double bed and Briony was confident in her ability to break down any inhibitions the conservative Greek girl might have while taking their relationship to a new level.
After they'd done their bits and pieces of shopping in town, they decided to try a club called Ariadne, which Julia had heard good things about. Hunter messaged Chloe, who said she was already in town and would join them in 20 minutes. The club was small but not ear-splittingly loud, which had been Hunter's main concern. The resident DJ preferred the more melodic tones of hip-hop and R&B to the throbbing beat of house and electronic dance music. The neon-lit cavern style place had an offbeat, quirky feel to it and, although conversation would not be easy, the place wasn't packed to the rafters, so you didn't feel like you were part of a herd. The girls ordered cocktails - still at happy-hour prices - while Hunter said he'd wait until Chloe arrived.
Briony was wearing a bare-back cream crochet mini dress with a tasselled halterneck tie closure, together with minimalist Ancient Greek-style platinum sandals with a wedge heel, two fixed straps and a toe loop. Julia had gone for the caftan look, a choice she regretted when she saw that Chloe had opted for the same style. She was worried that she would be grouped in the eyes of Hunter or any other man who might be interested in her not with the young clubbing set but with the middle-aged set, since not only Chloe but two other older women had gone for the same look. Tina, of course, had gone for the Essex look: tonight, a glossy off-white bustier with a built-in corset, a flounced skirt and thin straps that crossed at the back. The look was completed by a pair of very expensive looking matching silk satin heels with wraparound self-tie ankle straps.
When Chloe arrived, Hunter introduced her to the girls, who made small talk with her for just as long as was dictated by convention and then moved together as a threesome onto the dance floor, attracting glances of approval (some surreptitious, others less so). Hunter got a Moscow mule for Chloe and a premium tequila for himself and they managed to find a small table near the rear exit, where they were able to carry on a reasonably serviceable conversation. Every now and then, strobe lighting would flicker across the dancers making them look as if they were doing The Robot. Where Hunter and Chloe were sitting the neon lighting was none too harsh and the environment suited the more mature couple well.
Hunter learned that Chloe lived in Maine in the same small seaside town as Tiffany. They had known each other since they were at junior high and were taking a three-week holiday in Europe to fulfil a lifelong dream. Chloe worked in IT for a local power company, while Tiffany ran a small business selling items such as jewellery, figurines and calendars. Her main business was now online, but she would also sell her wares at local markets as well as through pop-up stores in the larger cities near where she lived. Chloe pointedly made no reference to her marital status, but she wasn't wearing a ring (Hunter still did) and Hunter guessed that she might be divorced.
Hunter told her a little about his life, focusing on the restaurant business and mentioning his ex-wife briefly. Chloe made the appropriate consolatory noises but didn't make a big show of sympathy, which Hunter appreciated. After all, they hardly knew each other.
Chloe told Hunter that the hotel concierge had told her that this club was a favourite hangout for honeymooning couples, so they had fun trying to pick them out. There were several couples who seemed to fit the profile but it was difficult to tell. After an hour or so, a hen party descended on the place, bringing a lot of merriment in its wake. Hunter noticed that Tina took the opportunity afforded by their arrival to basically gate-crash the group, leaving Julia and Briony on their own. Maybe she felt like a gooseberry, Hunter thought, or maybe she just wanted the chance to act crazy. Whatever the motivation, she was soon the life and soul of the party, setting up drinking contests and imposing forfeits for real or imaginary infractions, making the guilty party do something silly like hop on one leg or sing along to a song.
Hunter noticed Briony leading Sophia off the dancefloor to a relatively dark area behind the room's only pillar. There, although he couldn't be sure, he thought they must be snogging. The thought turned him on immensely, so much so that he asked Chloe if she would like to dance so he could shuffle over that way and get a better look. Chloe, who had been wanting to dance, was pleased Hunter had asked and they sashayed round the centre of the room, which was still not packed, the majority of the clientele clustering around the bar area on one side and the DJ's station on the other.
As he led his partner in the dance, Hunter took advantage of his height to stealthily scan the area beyond the pillar. His hunch had been right: Briony had her hands on Julia's ass and her tongue down her throat. Hunter's immediate reaction was to wonder if this meant that Briony wouldn't be interested in a liaison with him.
'Oh, gosh!' he thought. 'Here I am dancing with one woman and thinking about another. Whatever is to be done with me?!'
He made good on his burst of self-criticism by talking to Chloe about this and that. At one point a couple of drunken revellers barged past them and Hunter found himself moving against Chloe. It wasn't until this moment that he realised he had a sizeable erection, caused by watching the two girls together, and even more so by letting his mind run wild on several pathways prompted by their passion.
