Last month Baby and I had been planning to go to the seaside, just for the weekend, together with her friend Sandy. Sandy lives in a nearby city and we were supposed to pick her up on our way there on Friday afternoon, and go down to the coast the same evening. This way we would have the entire Saturday available to swim, sunbath, and go out, and part of the Sunday. Everything was set up but on Friday I got the call that I had to go away on a business trip for the entire weekend. I was furious but the assignment was very important. I told Baby to get in touch with Sandy and to take my car, and that the two of them should leave anyway. There is no point that they waste the whole weekend just because I couldn't go.
I went for a business trip and returned late on Monday. I parked my car in front of my building and I saw that the lights were off. I went up to my apartment, silently unlocked the door and entered the hallway on the tips of my toes. I thought that Baby was already in the bed and started to unpack, when I heard the voices coming from the balcony. I recognized Baby's voice and the voice of her friend Mary. She probably came for a cup of coffee and a girly talk. I stepped behind the corner to say hello when I heard Mary saying:
"Come on, tell me already, what happened down there? Can't be so bad!"
"It depends on the point of view," Baby said. "I don't think that James is gonna like it."
"Hmm, sounds interesting," Mary said.
I decided to stay put and hear what had happened "down there".
Then Baby started her story.
You know that I went down there with Sandy. James had an emergency so the two of us left alone. We got there around 8, settled in the room, unpacked, and decided to go down to the beach for a night swim. And then maybe to have a drink or two at the beach bar, and leave home. Sandy contacted some guy from her town she was messing around with and said that he would meet us on the beach. The beach was only 5 minute walking from our apartment. We got ready, I put on my black semi-thong bikini and since we didn't plan to walk down the promenade I put on over my bikini, only a small, thin, and transparent white skirt. We brought the towels and head off towards the beach. There very only a few people down there, while most of the rest were gathered around the bar, some hundred meters away. The beach was pretty dark and we found a nice little secluded spot where you could see the bar from, and the whole beach, but not the main street. We spread the towels and ran into the sea for a swim. When we came out, Sandy's friend Dan was already there. He carried 3 liters of local red wine and he sat next to us. We got acquainted and started to talk. He was tall, black haired and pretty much a nice guy. Some laughter, some wine, and after an hour the atmosphere was already totally relaxed. Somewhere along the second bottle of wine, his friend joined us. He was somewhat smaller, with long hair, and his name was Allen. He carried some more wine and I thought that they were trying to get us drunk and use us, and I giggled from the thought. After the second bottle of wine Sandy started to lose the grip. She couldn't drink anymore and she asked Dan to take her to her room. I laughed because I knew what she wanted. Allen and I continued to drink and talk, and Dan came back after half an hour with a grin on his face.
"Did you get lucky?" I asked laughing.