Chapter 8

Lauren lazed in the bath for almost an hour, adding hot water whenever she felt it had cooled too much. She loved the thought of adding hot water without the tank running out, or having to turn the boiler on specially to have a bath. Moreover, the thought of having her own bathroom was marvelous. She could keep all her stuff where she could see it, maybe buy some local products and try them out if there were such things. She swished the water over her shoulders and looked down at the droplets as they fell between her breasts and over her pale stomach. With her finger she guided them down to her pubic hair before reaching for the soap and washing herself carefully.

She had set her air conditioning temperature control up to about seventy five, warmer than the rest of the house, and it felt so unusual to get out of the bath without having to dash to get a dressing gown round her shoulders. She stood on the fluffy white bath mat and dripped for a moment before wrapping herself in the bath towel and drying off. She pulled on her knickers and pyjamas, draping the dressing gown around her shoulders before sitting on the sofa in her little lounge. Putting her feet up on the armrests at the end, she switched the TV on with the remote, basking in her new-found luxury. She allowed twenty minutes for one of the five channels to redeem itself, then clicked the remote and slipped into bed. Her thoughts were still with Emma, and the potential problem that the young girl posed. Setting aside her feelings about the young girl - which she thought she could do - her quest to lose her virginity could be very difficult. Lauren debated whether to tell Elizabeth next time she saw her, but she thought on balance that she needed Emma's confidence more than she needed Elizabeth to intervene at such an early stage in what might just be Emma testing her out.

Her thoughts turned to Switzerland, and she again tried to determine what everyone might be doing. If it was about ten in the morning, then the answer for Nikki was nothing. She would still be asleep or lounging in bed. Jim would be either at college or looking for a job. Her mother would be fussing around the house, or telling everyone in the village that her daughter had gone to work abroad. She thought of the plane and Peter's story and smiled. She really did hope it had a happy ending, just like the story of Nikki. Lauren wondered what would have happened if she had told him every detail of the afternoon, of every fold of skin she had kissed and every tremor she had felt inside as they made love.

Her hands wandered across her breasts, feeling the nipples already hardened under her pyjamas. She hated the idea of wearing clothes that she associated with old people, but had to admit that at least it was another layer of clothing to peel off, to fantasise about. Her fingers found the buttons and undid the first two, allowing her ample room to cup her breasts and delight in their firmness and form. She rolled onto her side, her weight pushing her hands tighter against her breasts as she moved around the large bed, smiling in the beginnings of her dream world. Her finger ran between the young mounds and down between the material and her stomach, encountering the not-so-sexy elastic that held the trousers up.

She stopped, decided that the trousers had to come off and raised her bottom off the bed as she slipped them to her ankles. They could stay at the bottom of the bed for all she cared, they weren't going to be needed. Remembering that she now had a bathroom, she thought how sexy she could be, wandering around her bedroom, bathroom and lounge half naked. As long as the curtains were drawn, then she was sure she would be safe, even with the light on. She undid the remaining two buttons of her pyjama tops and switched on her bedside light. In the pale glow, she pulled down her knickers and threw them onto the floor with abandon, then swung her legs over the side and stood, a smile on her face and bubbles in her stomach.

Lauren paraded through the bedroom with just the unbuttoned pyjama tops, passing into her lounge where she drew the curtains and switched on the light, still amused that the whole country seemed to have light switches that worked when flicked upwards, rather than down in Europe. In the bathroom she found her Baby Oil and hair brush, laid down on the sofa with her legs over the arm rest, and began to dribble the oil between the aroused lips of her pussy. Bent almost double, she could see clearly the detail of her sex, the trail of the oil and the glistening of the pink inside of her vagina. The arm of the sofa pushed against her bottom as she squirmed on the cushions, trying to find a comfortable position. Still with her legs over the arm, she laid right back on the sofa, dropping the oil to allow her left hand to pull her legs tight against her chest. She rubbed herself briefly, savouring the mixture of the two lubricants on her fingers before running the hair brush down from her breasts to her pussy. She turned it slowly between her lips, coating it with oil then down along her thighs as she imagined a thousand fingers stroking her. She angled it over her pussy lips and pushed down slowly, introducing it into her warmth. Its rounded end had served her well and needed no introductions to its duty that night. Her position made it difficult to move her hand smoothly, and after a moment of thought, she decided that it would be safer to return to bed. She flicked off the lights, took the oil and brush with her, and skipped back into her bedroom.