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"Scenery" by Nick      (c) May 1998

He took his beer outside and selected an empty table. The sun was hot,
and the place was fairly busy - people relaxing, talking, playing. Lee
would be here soon, he thought, glancing at his watch. In the meantime
he settled down , took a sip of beer and surveyed the scene in front
of him.

A girl caught his eye - fiery red hair, which swayed with her
movements as she stretched and swooped with her tennis racket. She was
knocking a ball about with her friends, and he found himself
mesmerised by her strong thighs and bouncing breasts, her short skirt
fluttering high around her thighs as her body stretched.

"Hi, Nick!"

Lee woke him from his delightful reverie. He looked up at her and
smiled as she approached the table, beer in hand, her summer dress
pressed against her body by the breeze.

"What you up to?"

"Oh, just taking in the, er 'scenery'..." he said noncommittally.

"Uh huh?" She sat down beside him and followed his gaze.

"Yesss, I see what you mean." She murmured appreciatively.

"Pardon?" He thought he had been discreet.

"Now are you seriously going to tell me you were watching the ducks?"

Nick grinned sheepishly.

"OK, OK," he said, "its a fair cop, but what's a guy supposed to..."

"She has that youthful innocence about her, doesn't she," interrupted
Lee, "but that's half the charm isn't it."

Nick was silent for a moment. The girl was young, and he wasn't
altogether sure what Lee was getting at. Perhaps, he felt, he needed
to clear something up with her.

"16."

"What?" It was Lee's turn to be confused.

"16 is the age of consent here - I'd say she qualifies, wouldn't you?"

Lee smiled.

"Then go for it tiger!"

Nick was amused at her forthright American attitude, and relaxed
slightly, but before he could reply....

"Whoops! Did you see that!"

As the girl leapt for a particularly high ball the wind caught her
dress, exposing transparent lace panties.

There was a moments silence.

"Do you think she knows?" Nick sounded dreamy.

"Of course she does." scoffed Lee. "That was no accident."

She leaned over to him and whispered confidentially.

"I've been known to do the same myself."

Nick's initial reaction was that she was winding him up in some
obscure way. He was not used to women giving him the "inside track"
like this, but as he studied her smiling face, he realised she was
serious. He couldn't help glancing down at her body - her thighs, and
wondering what she might expose under that dress.

She resumed her study of the girl, and, not wanting to miss another
flash, so did he.

 "She does have wonderful legs," breathed Lee, "I'll give her that."

 "I'll drink to that." Nick said absently, raising his glass to his
lips.

Then he paused, reviewing suddenly the way the conversation had gone,
and turned to Lee.

"You pervert," he grinned, "you're worse than I am!"

"Gee Thanks!" Lee drove her fist painfully into his arm.

"Owww!" Nick massaged his bruised arm, then went on, "but seriously,
though, women don't ogle other women normally."

"Oh, don't we!" Lee was indignant. "Well let me tell you a thing or
two buster, why do you think we spend so much time and effort choosing
our clothes and making ourselves look 'purty'?"

"Well I assumed that it was to make yourselves attractive to the
opposite sex, but I guess I'm about to learn something new."

"Too right," she went on, "we do all this to...*sonofabitch* will ya
look at that!"

Nick followed her startled gaze. A young woman had just arrived,
wheeling in her bicycle. As she stood, looking around, for someone she
knew or a place to sit, the sun at her back dramatically silhouetted
the curves of her strong body. Her cycling shorts seemed to be painted
onto her hips and moulded the form of  her crotch intimately. She wore
a  shockingly tight vest which barely covered a large well rounded
pair of breasts.

"Wow," breathed Lee, "what I wouldn't give for a pair like that."

This time it was Nicks turn to laugh.

"Implants!"

"How do you know?" retorted Lee.

"Isn't it obvious?" Nick sighed, "bloody silicon footballs - no use to
me, I like real flesh."

"Welllll," said Lee recovering her poise, "quite perceptive for a
man."

Nick smiled indulgently, then glanced down at Lee's own breasts.

"I see you've foregone the opportunity."

"Do you mind!" She hit him again.

"Owww, hey leave that arm alone." Once again he massaged the tortured
limb, but he went on, "I think they're nice...really."

"Really?" Lee's scowl started to fade and she looked down at her
breasts. "You think they're nice? Honest?"

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't think it."

She inspected them one at a time, delicately adjusting them and smiled
contentedly.  "Thank you."

"Any time."

The girl propped her bike against the wall and went inside. There was
silence for a few moments.

"Have you noticed her?" said Lee, indicating a girl lying on the grass
a short way off with her boyfriend.

Nick looked. The girl had her back to them, but the curve of her body
as she lay looked pretty good to him!

"She's hot!"

"How do you know?" he asked.

"Body language and... well call it woman's intuition," she leaned
towards me conspiratorially, "thing is, he doesn't realise!"

I smiled.

"I bet all you would have to do is go over to her, say a few choice
words, and she's yours!"

"Sure!" he said, "and get a fist in my face for my pains!"

As if on cue, the boy got up and walked off, leaving her to sit and
finish her drink alone.

"What are you waiting for!?" Lee shrieked with excitement.

"Oh come on, for all I know you could be setting me up. Besides, I've
only seen her back view - she might be a real dog from the front."

Lee rolled her eyes heavenward and then, without warning, got up and
strode over towards the girl.

"Lee!" Nick almost shouted.

He saw her squat down in front of her and start talking. Lee glanced
over at him a couple of times and finally the girl turned to look at
him too, smiling. No, nothing wrong with *that* face. Lee got up and
wallked to the bar, wiggling her hand to indicate she was going to get
another round of drinks (and make herself scarce). Nick nodded his
agreement.

To his amazement, the girl then got up and walked towards him.

"Hello," she said sweetly leaning towards him over the table. Yes, she
was good-looking; blue flashing eyes, chestnut hair and..... "I
understand you've been watching me."

"Well, er..." Nick wasn't entirely sure about this, but then Lee had
spoken to her and she had said she was hot.

"Yes." He smiled brightly.

"How nice...."

He caught the sudden switch in her tone too late and instead felt the
impact of her hand on the side of his face. Unprepared, he toppled
backwards off the seat, falling awkwardly, the remains of his beer
splashing over his shirt. A ripple of laughter ran through the garden
as the girl strode away, her face like thunder. Nick struggled to his
feet grinning stupidly in his embarrassment.

He would kill Lee for this!

Lee returned with two foaming glasses, looking as innocent as the day
she was born - far too innocent.

"You bitch!" Nick hissed, as she sat down. "You set me up!"

Lee tried to look bewildered, but she couldn't stop the corners of her
mouth twitching. Suddenly she let out an involuntary snort and finally
exploded into peals of laughter.

"Oh Nick....." she choked through tears of mirth, "I'm sooo
sorry......!" then more laughter as she rocked helplessly back and
forth pawing him as she did so.

Nick did not see the funny side. At least not for the first few
seconds, but her laughter was infectious. He had been made to look a
fool in front of everybody, but since they could all see the joke, the
least he could do was join in.

"You're still a bitch..." he grinned.

Eventually the laughter subsided and they returned to their drinks.
The girl Lee had set him up with had left, and the cyclist, who had
returned, disappeared into a shady part of the garden to cool off. The
tennis game had also stopped. They each found themselves looking at
the scenery for further interest, but there was nothing obvious.

A young couple kissing under a tree caught their eye separately and
intermittently, but as their embrace grew more passionate the gazing
wandered less and less.

"He's on a promise." Nick murmured.

Lee glanced at him and didn't answer.

Hands wandered, and despite the heat of the day, bodies pressed hard
against each other.

Nick was hardly surprised when he felt Lee's delicate fingers touch
his thigh, her hand moving swiftly to his swelling crotch.

Still they said nothing., continuing to gaze at the young couple in
their mounting passion.

Nicks hand rested gently on her knee for a moment and then moved
slowly up her thigh to where the hem of her dress stretched over her
parted thighs. He looked at her. Her eyes continued to watch the
couple, but seemed unfocussed. She moved her head imperceptibly -
unspoken acceptance.

He moved his hand under the dress, caressing her inner thigh. Her legs
parted further, and he felt the warm dampness of her crotch.

She swallowed, still staring into space.

He twisted his fingers in under her panties and wove them into the
moist folds of her flesh as she began to massage the bulge in his
shorts.

He felt dizzy..

She closed her eyes and moaned softly as her gently pinched the nub of
her sex. Ever so gently, her hips eased forward into his insinuating
fingers. He noticed that she had discreetly started to finger her own
nipple.

Nervously, he looked around. The table should have concealed their
activity from most, but a few yards in front a young man and his
girlfriend were watching and smiling at what they could see.

And so Nick and Lee too became part of the "scenery".

FIN

Postscript: Denise didn't turn up until later.



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