The Beach House

[AmyGirl20]

"Oh okay," Alison said.

She followed Bill's directions and found the outside shower. It was pretty basic and totally exposed, though Alison noted that the trees and bushes surrounding the property meant that it couldn't be seen from the beach. Even so, she looked around once more, just to make sure. Being fairly naive, Alison wasn't sure if she was supposed to remove her bikini first. She'd never encountered an outdoor shower before and was unsure of herself in a foreign country.

"Oh well," she thought. "When in Rome... "

After a few minutes of indecision, she took a deep breath and started undoing her top, quickly taking it off, feeling the warm sun on her bare breasts. She quickly turned on the shower and washed her bikini top under the cold water before rinsing it out and laying it on a small stone wall to dry in the sun. Without even looking around to make sure she was still unobserved, she quickly peeled her bikini bottoms down and stepped out of them before washing and rinsing those too. Seeing the two pieces of the bikini laid out on the small stone wall, Alison was reminded of how small and flimsy her outfit was, but she was glad that Emily and Donna had talked her into buying it. She stepped under the cold water and let it wash over her naked body. It felt so weird, being naked outside, especially knowing that Bill wasn't too far away, but Alison was surprisingly relaxed about it. She turned to face the direction of the beach as she ran her hands all over her naked body, washing away the remains of the salt water. Through the trees, she could see a thin strip of blue water and smiled to herself as she imagined someone out at sea, watching her with binoculars, seeing her naked body. She knew it was highly unlikely, but the thought made her smile and, feeling a little naughty, she let a hand drift down between her thighs, as if giving her imaginary voyeur a little show.

 

[Blase]

"Alison?" Bill called from just inside the entrance to the house. "I thought you might like another towel! Yours got sort of wet!"

"I'll leave it right here by the door where you can get it! Just remember not to walk in front of the doorway! We older men have weak hearts, you know - That's why we're such poor swimmers!"

 

[AmyGirl20]

Alison jumped at the sound of Bill's voice. She'd been in a world of her own for a minute there. She wondered if he'd seen her, and turned red at the idea that he might have seen her touching herself like this. God, she was still doing it. She quickly finished her shower and hurriedly pulled on the bikini bottoms, which were still slightly damp but had warmed in the sun. Alison reached for the bikini top but stopped. Her hands were shaking, but she took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

What was she panicking for?

Instead of putting the rest of the bikini on, she left it on the small wall and went to get the towel. She dried herself slowly, standing just to the side of the door, listening to the sounds of Bill pottering about in the kitchen. She felt relaxed again, in no hurry to cover her bare breasts. Instead of being horrified at the thought of Bill seeing her naked, seeing her touching herself like that, she sort of liked the idea, and found herself smiling. She wondered what Bill's reaction would be if she walked into the kitchen like this, acting casual, like it was natural for her to walk around topless. She giggled to herself, wondering what Donna and Emily would say if they could see her now. What would her parents say?

Reluctantly, Alison put her bikini top back on and headed into the house.

 

[Blase]

"Oh, there you are!" Bill said as Alison padded back into the kitchen, unexpectedly still dressed in her bikini.

"Is your suit dry enough to be comfortable in? I'd thought you might want to change into your dry clothes."

"Not that it matters," he added quickly, not wishing to sound bossy. "You won the race, you get to choose the outfits" - Bill gestured from Alison back toward himself, indicating that she could control both of their wardrobes as the victor in their race.

Without waiting for a response, he pulled a chair out from the table. "Lunch is served. Would you care to take a seat?"

 

[AmyGirl20]

"It smells delicious," Alison said, taking her seat.

She was suddenly aware of just how hungry she was after her swim. She hadn't eaten breakfast this morning because she had been keeping up the pretense of being ill when she'd gotten out of going with her parents to some local craft market. Sitting in her skimpy bikini in Bill's kitchen, she was glad she'd decided to go off on her own today.

"What are we having?"

 

[Blase]

"Well, I was trying to think what I could fix when inspiration struck and I remembered I had some Bolognese sauce in the freezer," Bill replied. "So I pulled that out along with some spaghetti and made spaghetti alla Bolognese."

Bill moved around the table as he spoke, serving first Alison and then himself a plateful of pasta which was paired quite happily with the kind of meaty sauce favored in Bologna. Thick slices of fresh bread followed; then he took two glasses down from a cupboard.

"Do you like wine, Alison?" he inquired. "I have other things to drink if not."

 

[AmyGirl20]

"Uh, sure. I love wine."

Alison had never been much of a drinker, but she really wanted Bill to think she was sophisticated. She'd had wine before, at her cousin Judy's wedding, but she'd drank too much and had thrown up in the back of her father's brand new Toyota on the way home. It was only three months ago and she'd been more careful since. She silently prayed that there wouldn't be a repeat of that incident today.

She waited until Bill was seated opposite her before tucking in. She really was hungry.

 

[Blase]

Bill started eating, himself, allowing Alison to concentrate on her food for a few moments.

It was hard for him to concentrate on anything but her: even though he'd long since learned not to show too much eagerness with a girl, it was difficult when the girl in question was sitting mere feet away from him in something close to a micro-bikini and his every other thought was just how incredibly good she'd look out of it.

He wondered if she'd actually taken anything off while she showered. He'd been a gentleman and hadn't tried to peek, though he'd given her the opportunity to allow a peek if she'd wanted. Silly, and probably a little pathetic of him - But then again, she was sitting in his house, having lunch with him, largely at her own instigation.

And she hadn't changed out of her bikini.

When Bill saw Alison pause in her meal and look up, he raised his wine glass so that she could touch her own to it.

"To new friends."

 

[AmyGirl20]

"To new friends," Alison echoed, smiling at Bill, clinking her glass against his.

She sipped her wine, watching Bill across the table. She wondered if he felt as weird as she did, eating lunch in swimwear. It was a good weird though and, besides, you were supposed to do weird stuff when you were on holiday. Like showering naked outside or going swimming and having lunch with strange older men you only just met.

Alison was aware of Bill looking over at her from time to time as they ate, and she was stealing glances at him too. Every once in a while, they would look up at the same time and their eyes would meet. Alison finished her wine and didn't object when Bill poured her a second glass.

They ate their food in near silence, but it was a comfortable silence.

"That was really yummy," Alison said when she'd finished, patting her flat stomach to show that she was full. "You're not supposed to go swimming on a full stomach, so I guess we'll have to find something else to do this afternoon." She smiled to herself, looking at Bill for a reaction, but he continued eating, the same bemused look on his face.

Bill hadn't finished yet and Alison sipped her wine as she watched him eat. She hoped she wasn't imposing, or being annoying, but she liked Bill and she thought he liked her too. Or tolerated her at least.

 

[Blase]

Bill's lack of a response to Alison had had nothing to do with a lack of enthusiasm for her continued presence and everything to do with his fear of turning into a stereotypical dirty old man and sending her screaming back to wherever her friends were. Of course, if you really wanted a girl less than half your age, at some point you had to act like you wanted her; make it unambiguous and let her judge for herself whether she thought you were an object of desire or of disgust.

But slowly.

Bill knew that girls were never in doubt about your motives for very long, and being blatant too quickly just gave them that much less time to get comfortable with you.

He wanted Alison to be very comfortable.

His next move was in fact a concession to comfort as he excused himself to use the bathroom, then waited while Alison did the same.

When she stepped back into the kitchen, Bill felt odd for a moment. For the first time since they'd arrived at the house, there was nothing specific to do next; no special reason why he and a young girl should be standing, half-dressed, in his home.

The moment stretched into a longer one; the two of them just looking at each other, until Bill hurriedly collected his wits. He gestured, indicating the stairs that began just inside the front door and lead to the second floor. "Would you like to see the rest of the house?" he asked Alison.

 

[AmyGirl20]

"Okay, sure," Alison said.

When she'd been in the bathroom, she'd looked at herself in the mirror and questioned what she was doing here, spending time with a man who was even older than her Dad. Okay, she'd actually looked at herself in the mittor to check out how good she looked in the bikini, but after admiring herself for several minutes, she started questioning her motives. She was a pretty eighteen year old girl, wearing an incredibly skimpy bikini, flaunting her body in front of a proper grown-up man. Alison was pretty naive, but she wasn't that naive, and she knew that Bill was looking at her in a certain way.

She really liked Bill. He was really nice and friendly and she loved his accent and his laid-back attitude. He was also good-looking and had a tanned, muscular body and - Alison reminded herself with a smile - he filled out his trunks nicely. She wasn't sure where this was going, but she felt relaxed around Bill and if anything was to happen, well...

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, blushing slightly, before cleaning her teeth with her finger, using Bill's toothpaste. Then she fixed her hair, checked out her bikini once more, and returned to the kitchen.

"Okay, Mr Tour Guide. Lead on... "

 

[Blase]

Bill brought Alison up to his room.

But that was just one stop on the tour: There were actually two bedrooms upstairs; Bill's room and a guest rooom; as well as another bath - this one containing the indoor shower - and Bill's favorite part of his house, the terrace overlooking the sea.

The terrace, as Alison could see when they walked out onto it, was pretty spacious, with room for a small table and a couple chairs as well as two teakwood loungers with much better cushions than one normally found on outdoor furniture. Bill spent alot of time out there and had appointed it with that in mind.

On the side facing the ocean, a low wall served as a chest-high rail, giving people something to lean on while they took in the view, and also providing better privacy than a rail would have. When you finally got tired of gazing at the water and took a seat, even the miniature figures of people on boats far below disappeared.

Bill duly pointed things out to Alison, ending with a shrug and a gesture toward the drop-dead view as he went and leaned on the wall himself, hoping that Alison would come and join him.

 

[AmyGirl20]

Well, the short tour had confirmed one thing for Alison - Bill wasn't married. It was definitely a house belonging to a single man. She'd checked the bathroom earlier, and had found only guy stuff, but a look in Bill's bedroom had ended any possible doubt. Not that she could imagine many married men inviting scantily clad teens back to their house for lunch anyway, unless the wife was out of town. He did have a nice big double bed though.

Bill was leaning on the wall, looking out to sea. Alison joined him, leaning on the wall, close enough that their bare arms were almost touching. Even in the bright sunshine, she was aware of the heat coming off his body.

"This house is very beautiful," she told him. "And the view is perfect."

She wondered what Bill was thinking as he stared out to sea. Maybe it was because he lived alone, but Alison noticed he went quiet every once in a while. She hoped it wasn't anything she'd done or said. It was probably just his way, she decided. He was probably just one of those people who liked to think about things.

"I could stay like this forever," she said, nudging Bill's arm with hers. "So, what are we going to do now?"

 

[Blase]

"Well, if it's such a perfect moment, do we necessarily have to be in a hurry to "do" anything in particular?" Bill smiled.

Emboldened by Alison's touch, he lazily moved his hand, letting his fingers lightly touch the top of her hand where it rested on the wall. Idly, he began to trace ticklish circles and patterns across her skin.

"Maybe it's a moment that's just worth being in," he continued.

"Sun, sky and water... Sometimes the best thing to do is just to linger and enjoy, don't you think?"

His fingertips started to move up her arm, following its line toward her body.

 

[AmyGirl20]

"I... I guess."

Alison felt her body tingle as Bill started to run his fingertips slowly up her arm. She wondered if he could tell how nervous she was. Despite her nervousness, she kept still, not wanting to do anything to discourage Bill, curious to see where this was going. She followed the movement of Bill's fingers, then looked at Bill, before smiling shyly and looking away.

She looked out to sea, feeling Bill's fingers move up along her arm, almost at her shoulder now. Alison turned her head away from Bill, biting her lip, not sure if she wanted to tell Bill to speed up or slow down. Something was definitely happening here, but the young girl from Leeds wasn't sure what it was.

 

[Blase]

Bill took a step to his right, placing himself behind Alison, but trying not to move so quickly that he'd alarm her.

He turned his right hand so that the backs of his fingers were touching Alison, then drew them slowly across her back, from her left to her right shoulder. Bringing his left hand up as well, he started to knead both of her shoulders very gently.

"Do you like your shoulders rubbed, Alison?" he asked quietly, feeling the softness of her skin and hoping that she wouldn't tell him to stop.

 

[AmyGirl20]

"That feels good," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

And it did. Bill's big strong hands were surprisingly gentle and, despite her nervousness, Alison felt her body relaxing as Bill massaged her shoulders. She looked out to sea, but then closed her eyes, concentrating only on the movement of Bill's fingers. Alison hadn't had a lot of experience of being massaged, but it was certainly something she could get usd to, if this was anything to go by.

 

[Blase]

Bill was touching Alison and Alison was letting him.

He began to let his hands move around, starting to include other parts of her; the nape of her neck, her shoulder blades, her upper back. He alternated broader, almost caressing strokes with more focused pressure from his fingertips; isolating a single vertebra at times. And he spent a moment or two just running his fingers through her hair.

She wasn't stopping him.

"If you were to lie down," he breathed next to her ear, "I could do a better job of it."

He indicated one of the well-cushioned chaise lounges; the one that was adjusted so that a person could lie flat.

 

[AmyGirl20]

Alison was in a world of her own and didn't hear Bill at first.

Then it registered. She didn't want Bill to stop, but she turned and faced him, leaning back against the wall, giving him a little smile. It was just a massage, she told herself.

"Sure, okay. If it will be easier for you."

She watched as Bill adjusted the chaise lounges, quickly and efficiently, until it was flat. Bill then invited her to lie down. Alison felt a little weird as she climbed on, laying face down, resting her chin on her arms. This was all new to her, and she felt a slight trepidation, but she always felt this way when she was trying something new, so she let it go. It would be something else to tell her friends back home, that was for sure.

She closed her eyes and awaited the touch of Bill's hands.

 

[Blase]

She was so soft.

Bill was kneeling beside Alison as he worked. His own eyes wanted to half-close but at the same time he never wanted to stop drinking in Alison's form, noting every detail.

Her bikini top tied behind her neck and behind her back; the bottom was a thong that almost made Bill blush - he had to give Alison credit for having the chutzpah to even buy it, let alone wear it.

She was so young.

Bill wanted to rub his face along Alison's skin like a cat. Instead he kept kneading, caressing; even, at one point, making her start by running a thumbnail down her spine.

There was so little to her bikini.

His hands had brushed the straps a couple times and he'd heard no protest.

 

[AmyGirl20]

Alison kept her eyes closed as Bill's hands worked on her back and shoulders. It was a new experience for her, having a man touching her like this, his hands having free access to her body, never knowing where he would touch her next. It was a bit scary, but exciting too, and Alison was aware of her heart beating faster. The warm sun on her skin felt nice, but she was still too nervous to fully relax. Again, she was aware of how little of her body was covered by her skimpy bikini, especially her practically naked bottom. She bit her lip, feeling Bill's hands moving lower and lower on her back, working her waist, her hips and her lower back. She felt his thumbs brush against the top of her bikini bottoms and, though the movement was only minute, it caused Alison to bite her lip harder, as she pictured Bill suddenly taking hold of them and pulling them down. Despite her mixed emotions, she remained still and quiet, letting Bill carry on with the massage.

 

[Blase]

Slowly.

Bill forced himself not to go too fast; made himself remember to be gentle.

But as he worked, seemingly inadvertently, his fingertips slipped under the bottom strap of her bikini bra; the one that went across her back; then back out again. At another point, a finger hooked the tie behind her neck, also for just a plausibly deniable moment.

Bill stayed alert, hoping to sense relaxation and acceptance, but fearing tension and rejection.

Fearing that, ultimately, Alison wouldn't want him.

 

[AmyGirl20]

Alison started to relax more as Bill's fingers worked her back and shoulders. With the warm sun on her skin and her eyes closed, added to the effects of the wine she'd had with her lunch, she was feeling calm and at ease. She purred with delight as Bill's thumbs pressed into her lower back, working their magic. Alison had never experienced a massage like this before, but it was obvious that Bill knew exactly what he was doing.

"That feels soooooo good... " she murmered.

 

[Blase]

At a certain point, you had to go too far.

As Bill continued massaging Alison, the plausible deniability became progressively less plausible.

His hands started to reach further underneath her body, touching her ribcage.

Swiftly clever digits brushed what the suit had of a waistband down just the merest fraction of an inch, then moved on.

Then, the fingers that before had barely slipped beneath the lower strap on her top slid right under it, almost to their full length, and ran across her back, making it clear that they had every right to be there, beneath the fastening of her bikini bra.

A pessimistic part of Bill's imagination pictured a lighted sign in Alison's head flashing WARNING: MODESTY AT RISK.

But Alison would have to say so if she wanted him to stop.

 

[AmyGirl20]

Alison was aware of Bill's hands as they wandered over her body. Each movement seemed to go a little further than the last. It was as if he was testing the water, to see how far she would let him go, how much he could get away with. It was no longer just a massage. As he'd reached around and under her, working her ribs, Alison had definitely felt his touch on the underside of her breasts. It had caused her to catch her breath. She was curious to see where this was heading, to see how far Bill would take it, and how far she was willing to let him go.

She suddenly wondered if Bill was getting turned on.

She wondered if he had an erection.

Alison wanted to look, but she was scared to. Also, she was reluctant to move, to ruin the moment. It was definitely having an effect on her, especially when Bill's fingers moved under her bikini, however fleetingly. She wondered why he seemed so reluctant to move down below her waist. She thought about making a casual comment about it, but didn't trust her voice to work properly. Alison knew that her bottom was practically naked in the thong bikini, the thin strip of black material doing little to protect her modesty, and she wondered how it would feel to have Bill's large powerful hands working their magic on her smooth, pert bottom.

She took another deep breath as Bill's hands slipped around her waist again.