That message from the mysterious Alice and Joe was all we could talk about as we retired from the beach get some lunch. The ambiguous connotations were a tickle to our sexual sensibilities, and we were energized and preoccupied with speculation about what might happen if we went to visit. Perhaps they were doddering 80 year olds that simply wanted to be neighborly, in a completely innocent kind of way. Or maybe they were like us: sexual adventurers in search of the next escapade!

The only way to find out was to go visit them, but we were invited for drinks at 5:00. It was only 11:00, so we had to wait six hours. It was tempting to roll into bed (or some other part of the house) to continue our romps, but we applied a good measure of self-discipline and "saved" ourselves for this evening. Not that we were absolutely chaste; as we ate showered, ate lunch, and went about our day, we both engaged in quick gropes and playful double- entendres. Much of the afternoon was spent reading on the deck. On your recommendation, I read "Vox," and you read my copy of "Delta of Venus" by Anais Nin-I never leave home without it. Altogether, we go ourselves and each other very turned on, so that as the afternoon progressed, it became increasingly difficult to hold out for our visit to our neighbors.

In fact, by 4:00, we couldn't wait any longer. After all, they not only invited us for drinks, but also to "come by anytime" to borrow sun lotion, so we had an excuse to go on over. I dressed in a white super-lightweight cotton shift, and you wore drawstring pants and a sleeveless T-shirt that clung to your body, showing the bulging muscles of your chest and back, and even the nubs of your nipples. Barefoot and with great expectations (God, what if we had been wrong and they really were the 80 year olds!) we strolled hand in hand down the beach to the third beach house. From the sand, it was obvious that it wasn't any old house. They had called it a villa, and it was at least that. The white stucco walls rose up to red tiled roof, enclosing a huge home that spoke of airy and restrained elegance. A lush hedge of iridescent bougainvillea separated the beach from the back yard, and as we walked along this boundary planting toward the steps from the beach to the lawn, we were entranced by the vivid flowers at our side. The hedge was quite thick, but occasionally there were slight breaks that allowed a view into the yard. Upon hearing some muffled laughter emanating from beyond the foliage, we stopped dead in our tracks and peeked through one of the gaps. What we saw was definitely not a couple of decrepit octogenarians rolling around in wheel chairs.

Between the villa and us was a big swimming pool, and between the pool and the hedge was some overstuffed sectional-style furniture covered with white vinyl. But that was not what caught our attention. It was the man and woman that were using the furniture as the stage for the show that they were unknowingly giving us. They were only 6 or 8 feet from our hidden position, and what we saw was a beautiful eyeful.

The woman-this was of course Alice-was nude, and she was stretched out face-down on the top edge of the couch. Her rear was directly over the end of the back, and her right foot was tucked in under her, hooked onto the arm of the couch. Her long left leg extended down to the grass next to the couch. Her hands reached far in front of her head, and this position displayed her well-tanned and muscular back and flanks. We could see one of her breast swelling out along the back of the couch, pushed outward by the sort of straddling position that her tits made on the couch. Her jet-black hair was long and glossy, and hung down toward the ground obscuring her face completely. Overall, she was obviously tall, trim, strong,....and totally exposed. Her stance left her ass cheeks spread wide, and her cunt was open to our view. The radiant pink folds of flesh were damp and she was clean shaven except for a small patch of black hair that we could barely see on her mons. Was she ever ready!