A Weekend to Remember

y last day of a superb but tiring weekend. I knew I had to be back in Portsmouth for an early start on Monday morning so I was hoping that it was going to be a lazy day around the garden as the weather was still warm and sunny. But that idea went out the window when Julie bounced in all bright and breezy and announced that we were going to visit her mother over in nearby Worthing, a coastal town about 20 miles away as she was doing a lunch for the three of us. I said that I didn’t want to be late back to Portsmouth and was assured that Simon would have us all back early enough for me to return.

We spent most of the morning just sitting around chatting and they were asking me about my work and workmates. I explained that I was a marine communications engineer but couldn’t say anymore as the work was classified. I did show them pictures of our work crew and as I thumbed through them on my phone Julie said “Stop – Wow! Who’s that big hunk?” It was a picture of our electronic wireman Lenny, who was a West Indian Rastafarian, complete with dreadlocks and dressed the part. He is a keen bodybuilder and takes every opportunity to show off his muscular physique, particularly to females. He is also very well endowed having seen him shower – and enjoys showing off his impressive cock! Julie’s eyes went wide when she saw his picture and I knew that she was smitten, and that was when he was clothed! Lenny’s constant gripe was that no female could take all of him and quite a few chickened out when they saw him fully aroused. I thought to myself, if anyone could take all of Lenny, it would be Julie! What a show that would give Simon!! I made a mental note to speak with Lenny about a future weekend when I got back to Portsmouth.

We set off to Worthing and Julie’s mum’s shortly afterwards and soon arrived at a big old rambling detached house with a tree lined drive. I was impressed, especially when Julie said that there was a small swimming pool round the back. I cursed myself for not bringing any swimming shorts but I hadn’t expected the weather to remain so warm and sunny.

We soon pulled up outside the front of the house and before we got out of the car Julie’s mum appeared at the door. I stopped dead and just stared at her, for she was drop dead gorgeous, quite tall, slim, mid length curly auburn (which I found out later used to be dirty blonde!), but it was her breasts that drew me like a magnet – they were huge but firm and as she was wearing a summer blouse her large nipples were trying to poke their way through the material. I could tell at once she was a related to Julie as her eyes were the same luminous green and her smile was exactly that of Julie. She must have noticed me ogling her and came over with her hand outstretched and said “Hi, I’m Veronica, but everyone calls me Vicky” I stammered in reply “Lovely to meet you Vicky, I’m Kenneth, but everyone calls me Kenny” She creased up at that with a throaty tinkling laugh and asked us into the house. Julie gave a me a smirk and quietly whispered “Down boy!” I followed them into the house and Vicky went to the kitchen to pour some drinks for us all. I took a seat in her lounge and just ogled her as she busied herself making us all refreshments. She noticed me watching her and smiled at me a couple of times.

Vicky said that she had prepared some lunch for us and as it was such a warm day we could eat in the garden. Simon and I went out to help set up and left Vicky and Julie to prepare lunch and chat among themselves. As we set up the table we heard giggling from the kitchen and surmised that we (or me!) was being discussed! Julie came out a few minutes later carrying a tray laden with freshly prepared sandwiches and crudités with dips. They were both giggling and smirking about something and both had flushed cheeks. Vicky asked if anyone wanted some wine and I offered to carry the drinks out for her, which she gratefully accepted. I followed her into the kitchen and she promptly pulled out a small stool to reach the cupboard that the glasses were stored as she stood up on the stool her summer skirt rode up her legs until I could see her shapely thighs. She was toned and fit and I could feel a stirring as I watched her stretch and the edge of a skimpy pair of panties came into view. Just then she glanced down and saw me staring up her skirt and quietly said “If you’re finished looking up my skirt, you could take these glasses down for me!” I felt like a naughty teenager getting caught out and then I saw that she had a great big smile on her face and was enjoying the attention. Nothing more was said until we went outside with the drinks and lazed in the sunshine eating and sipping some wine and making small talk. I discovered that Vicky was 45 and worked as an estate agent in nearby Brighton. She’d been widowed just over 2 years and was just getting on with life as best she could. She liked to keep fit and attended yoga classed twice a week to keep supple. Her social life was desperate however, as she worked in an office with 2 other girls and 3 men, who liked to go out and party at weekends. Vicky went along with them a couple of times until she realised that they all frequented the local Brighton gay clubs, which was not what she was after. As she commented, “That scene doesn’t float my boat!” She’d tried online dating on Tinder but had a couple of unfortunate experiences so quickly dropped out of that. My personal impression was that she hadn’t been with a man in some time and was getting a bit horny and in need of some loving!