Chapter 5

Julie was surprised to awaken the following morning to the smiling face of Philip Randolph bending over her bed, she looked around hastily, good, no tell-tale signs of Pete or Tim were visible.

"How did you get here Philip," she gasped, being fully aware that the ferry didn't get in until the middle of the day.

"Oh easy Julie, with money you can do anything you want, I just hired a fishing boat to bring us across the sound, simple. How are you my dear, the sea-air seems to be agreeing with you I must say," he leered, his lascivious eyes greedily lapping up Julie's firm white melon-like breasts, fully visible from beneath the sheets.

"Fine, oh fine," Julie answered, pulling the sheet up over her quivering breasts, not fully understanding why she didn't want him to look at her, having been only too happy to be fucked by him just a few days earlier. Could it be that the experience with Pete and Tim has turned me off sex with Philip, she wondered.

Suddenly Julie heard a clanging sound out in the kitchen, "Who's that?" she questioned Philip.

"Oh that, it's Sylvia, my secretary, she came with me to the house to do some work. You don't mind do you my dear?"

"No... not at all," Julie replied, a little hesitantly.

"Well... I thought you'd probably be out sunning on the beach most of the time and we wouldn't disturb you."

"Oh, it's fine," Julie replied, not fully understanding why she was feeling so strange about another woman being in the house. I don't know what it is, she mused to herself, but there's something different about Philip, unless I'm mistaken, he's been making love to his secretary, he's nervous about something that's for sure!

Julie hoped that she would get out onto the beach before Pete and Rick stopped by the house, they had arranged to meet the following morning and Julie didn't want Philip prying into her affairs. She hoped that if Rick and Pete did come to the house, they'd be cool at least... but she needn't have worried, neither of the young men came to the house.

After a rather strained, silent breakfast, Julie announced that she was going out onto the beach. "I'm taking some lunch with me, so don't expect me back until early afternoon," she called to Philip and Sylvia as she left the house. Julie was convinced by now that Philip and Sylvia had been making love, it was so obvious from the sly glances they gave each other. Obviously Philip's regretting he ever invited me to his house, she fumed. Well... I'll come back in a little while and check up on what's going on... unless I'm very much mistaken, I'm going to catch them fucking.

Julie had been on the beach only about fifteen minutes when Pete and Rick turned up, "Hello beautiful, you look sad," grinned Pete rubbing her back affectionately, "what's wrong, doll?"

"Nothing really, except that Philip's here, you know the man that owns the house and he has his secretary with him."

"Ummmmmm, is she as beautiful as you," Tim drooled.

"Lay off it Tim," Pete insisted. "Listen doll, if you want to go back to the mainland today you could go with us, I've got some business to attend to in town. Want to come with us?"

"Yes," said Julie immediately, not wanting to lose touch with either of the men. "Look I've got to go back to the house now, why don't I meet you at the dock at noon, there is a ferry then, isn't there?"

"Sure, it's settled then, you'll come back with us... good, baby, because believe me, Tim and I have definitely decided not to let you slip away from us, you luscious sexy piece of womanhood," Pete growled, cupping Julie's breast with his large hand and squeezing it sensually.

"Oh stop," giggled Julie, "save it for later."

"You are a minx, a sexy minx," Rick grinned lewdly.

"It's taken you two to bring it out believe me," Julie said seriously, "I was beginning to think I'd sort of shriveled up and died sexually. First Philip Randolph melted the ice and then you two practically blew a volcano under me. No wonder I've been so miserable lately, it's because my husband hasn't been making love to me."

"Well just you let me talk to your dumb husband, baby, and I'll set him straight, one thing is true, give a woman a good fuck every day of her life and she'll be your devoted slave."

"Oh you male egotist," grinned Julie. "It's true isn't it?"

"I'm ashamed to admit, it is," Julie sighed, "at least I feel completely different since you two made such beautiful love to me... well, see you later."

Pete and Tan watched Julie scramble up over the dune and then disappear in the direction of the house. "Now, there goes one hell of a woman," sighed Pete.