Chapter 8: Friday

Sue had to wake us up again in the morning so that we did not miss breakfast. We showered, dressed and went down to join them. After breakfast, we again walked up the beach to our favourite spot in the dunes. Without hesitation, Jenny stripped off completely and lay down on her towel on her front, wiggling her bum suggestively to get comfortable. I never tired of staring at her lovely bottom and she knew it, but after a while she got impatient. “Stop staring at my bum, you pervert and put some sun lotion on before I burn!”

“It’s not my fault you have such a sexy bum!” I replied.

“And while I really like you massaging it into my bum cheeks, don’t forget the rest!” she added.

When I had finished her back, I put lotion on myself. Since my ‘accident’, I had always put my own lotion on. I then lay down on my back to keep a lookout for my naked girlfriend. After an hour or so, Dave suddenly appeared through the high grass behind us, followed by Sue. Jenny was lying on her back and I immediately threw my t-shirt over her to cover her sexy bits.

“You might have come over via the beach!” Jenny shouted, “so we can see you before you get too close!”

“I don’t get to see your sexy naked body that way!” Dave replied with a big smile.

“Look the other way while I put my cossie on” Jenny instructed.

Dave reluctantly did and then we raced down to the sea for a swim. After another half-hour drying off in the sun, we walked back down the beach to get some lunch, returning afterwards to our favourite spot for a game of soccer, a swim and more sunbathing.

At the end of our last full day at the beach, we wandered back to the guest house and headed upstairs to shower and change. Jenny and I got into the bathroom first, stripped and were soon in the shower together, soaping each other’s sweaty bodied.

“I think I now have the cleanest tits, pussy and bum in the whole of Skegness!” Jenny laughed. “Can you do the other bits, please?”

I had to kneel down to wash her feet, but the shower cubicle was quite small, so I found my face almost next to her pussy. Of course, I did not waste the opportunity to lick between her labia, while washing between her toes. I had forgotten that she was so ticklish and she fell on top of me giggling, causing the door to fly open with foam and water splashing out and onto the bathroom floor. Jenny could not stop laughing, so I had to lift her up and close the door. We spent a while mopping up the bathroom floor with our swim towels, hoping they would be dry by morning. Sue and Dave were getting impatient knocking on the bathroom door, so we walked out, totally naked to finish off drying in our bedroom.

Jenny put on her sexiest fitted minidress, which showed a lot of cleavage and bare back. She also put on some makeup so that she could easily pass for 18. I put on slacks and a dress shirt, still looking like a 17-year-old. After dinner, we all walked into town, quite early to catch the photographer’s before they closed. We were all pleased with the photo. I still treasure my copy 50 years later.

We wandered down to the jazz club and the doorman recognised us. True to his word, he let us in for free and we soon found a table. Dave and I went up to the bar and ordered pints of bitter for ourselves and halves of cider for the girls. By the time we got back to the table, the band had started and both girls had been whisked away by a couple of older boys to dance. Dave and I sat down to enjoy our pints, but two girls started flirting with us and we were soon dancing with them.

“Don’t worry” the pretty blond girl I was dancing with grinned. “Your girl is dancing with my boyfriend. She’s so sexy and he’s trying to make me jealous!”

She seemed to think this was all good fun, so I joined in when the next slow dance started and grabbed her bum as she put her arms around my neck and we kissed. She pushed her hips into me, then laughed as the number ended and she pulled away. “Thanks for the dance” she said. “Ask me later if you want to wind up your girlfriend!”

I returned to our table where the girls were already sitting. Jenny looked a bit worried. “Did you enjoy snogging the sexy blond?” she asked.

“She’s super sexy but she can’t compete with you!” I replied.

“Right answer!” Jenny said, laughing.

We had a fun evening, swapping partners and dancing with our lovers. Towards the end of the evening, Jenny went up to the band and asked, apologetically, knowing it was not their usual style, if they could play the Drifters ‘Don’t forget who’s taking you home’ as the last tune. They laughed and agreed on condition that we sang with them. They played even better than the original and after the few drinks we had had, we thought our singing was at least as good, but probably because it was drowned out by everone else in the club joining in.