Rob and Helen were met at the bottom of the driveway. The summer was just starting and the sun had been burning Jayne’s soft skin all afternoon. Jayne was now in denim cut-off shorts and a thin, low cut t-shirt that left little to the imagination.
“Hi you guys,” greeted Jayne as she kissed her brother- and sister-in-law. Her nipples were hard and Rob couldn’t keep his eyes off them. Jim grinned at his younger brother as Rob embarrassingly realised he was staring and reappeared in the real world.
Jim helped Rob with the luggage and dropped the cases onto the bed in their guest room. “You’re in here this time Rob. I’m in the middle of decorating your usual room.”
“No probs,” replied Rob as he opened a case and handed Jim a bottle of Johnny Walker Red Label.
“Thanks, this will go down well over the next couple of nights.”
In the kitchen, Helen spent the next fifteen minutes describing their two-hour journey to Jim’s place. “And that bloody lorry driver! Well, I’m sure he was masturbating. He certainly wasn’t shaking a can of orange juice.” The girls laughed as Helen explained how a mid-sized lorry leap-frogged their car on the motorway, the driver staring down Helen’s chest. “Well, I guess I did encourage him a bit. It was hot and the aircon isn’t working properly, so I had opened my blouse. I’d forgotten that I’m not wearing a bra. Poor sod, he must have had a hard-on alright!” Helen went on.
“So, what are you two giggling about?” Jim asked as he and Rob came into the kitchen. Helen repeated the story for Jim’s benefit. Then retaliated with a similar tale of when Jayne had sat in her bikini in the car as Jim drove through the town’s centre instead of taking the by-pass route like he had promised to do. Jayne had so many wolf-whistles; she began to feel like a starlet.
The foursome settled down for an evening’s entertainment. They ate dinner, sank a few beers and a couple of bottles of Shiraz and decided to head out to the local bar.
By the end of the evening, they were all pretty much talked out; and half drunk. The route to the bar took them through a country park. As they strolled through the park, Jim and Rob followed fifteen feet or so behind the girls. Jim began to tell ghost stories of how the park was haunted by a prostitute, who lived in the 1850’s and who had been murdered after refusing her trick sex because he didn’t have enough money to pay. That story led to another, then another and the four found themselves, sat on a park bench, enjoying the goose bumps, the cool air, and the darkness - they could barely make out each other’s features in the poor light.
Jayne found the story tales and the eerie atmosphere exciting. She began to feel a little sexual excitement begin to creep through, dampening her panties. She whispered in Helen’s ear and Helen nodded. Helen too felt similar excitement. Meanwhile, Jim told another story, only this time it was about how a group of four lads had tied up two girls, then took turns, making sure the girls had had every orifice explored. Then went on describing how the ghost of the prostitute appeared and frightened the girls to death, claiming two spirits to join her never ending roam through the park.
Just then, the four heard a rustle in a nearby bush. They turned to see what had made the noise. “Probably a rat,” said Rob.
“Or a rabbit,” added Jayne.
