The Cycling Holiday

So the water of the canals just kept swirling by, as we sailed along, under bridge after bridge. Until in the distance, I saw two men standing at the waters edge. I knew in an instant one of the men was my Tom, and my heart began to pound. At first I thought it was my overwhelming love trying to burst from my breast. But as I began to get hot and almost sweaty, I realised it was as much fear as love. I wanted my Tom by my side more than I could ever explain, but I also feared what might happen when he came aboard. Even the sexy jeans I was wearing were something I knew he'd have words to say about. I mean to anyone else they were just jeans, but they weren't the normal work-wear ones I'd buy. These hung low on my hips, leaving my tummy naked, and it wasn't only the jeans. The top I was wearing was short, only just covering slightly below my bust. And this was the least sexy of all the outfits I could put together. But at least I was now wearing knickers and bra.

Anyway, by the time we had reached the bank side, and Tom had leapt aboard, all my worries about his reaction were melted away. He held me and we kissed and cuddled in a more passionate way than I can almost ever remember. It was as if we were the only ones in the world, and nobody else mattered. And I guess that was right, but once Derek had come aboard, he said,

"Sorry to disturb you both. But before we leave civilisation, I was wondering if you'd come to a decision?"

Tom and I parted lips, and Tom looked me directly in my eyes. It was a penetrating stare,

"Have they touched you?"

I could feel my burning guilt, but I tried not to let it show.

"Touched me? What d'you mean?"

"I mean has anyone tried it on with you?"

What could I say; I knew my whole life would explode if I tried to explain what had taken place, and so without making eye contact with Derek, I lied.

"No, of course not."

But in my mind knew his last view as he'd fallen off the boat, was one of me struggling with Steve. So I prepared myself for his next question. But try as I might, I had no idea how I'd explain away my scream and Steve's attack. And then before Tom made any reference to the incident, Derek said,

"I told you so."

He then looked at me as he said,

"And I've told him about the water rat."

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I said instinctively,

"Rat? I hate rats."

"Yes, and it was a bloody big one. It shook me when I saw it appear on the back deck right in front of us. Its no wonder you let out that scream, and it's a good job Steve grabbed you. I'm sure you'd have jumped overboard if he hadn't. But Tom here thought Steve was getting fresh with you. Its amazing how the most innocent of acts can be misleading if viewed out of context."

At first I was struggling to understand what Derek was going on about, but gradually the penny began to drop, and I thought what a clever liar he was. So I tried to respond with what I thought would be an appropriate answer,

"Yes, I thought at the time that Tom might have got the wrong idea about why I screamed."

He looked at Tom,

"So are you happy now? Has she put your mind at rest?"

"I guess so."

Then Tom looked at me,

"What do you think?"

"About what?"

"Haven't you told her?"

"Not yet. She helped us by modelling at the promotion yesterday out of gratitude for saving your life. And I guess the idea of paying her only came to me on my way to the hospital."

I was in the dark about whatever they were discussing, but then he turned to me,

"I was telling Tom how sexy you were yesterday. And how we used you dressed in a couple of different outfits to attract people to our Stout promotion. It wasn't too bad was it, I mean nobody touched you?"

I guessed I had to go along with what he was saying,

"No, I quite enjoyed it."

"See Tom, getting paid for something she enjoys."

Tom asked,

"So should we accept his offer?"

"I don't know what he's offered."

Derek said,

"Tell you what; I'll leave you both alone, so you can discuss it in private. I'll go and get the others, just to make sure we're all singing off the same hymn-sheet."

So as he went, Tom said,

"He's offered a hundred a day."

"A hundred what?"

"Pounds you twat. A hundred quid a day, if you'll help them like you did yesterday. What the fuck were the clothes like they had you wearing?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that, but as he obviously thought they must be quite sexy to warrant that kind of money, I said cautiously.

"They weren't too bad. I've worn less on the beach."

"What, bikinis or what?"

"Well they've bought all kinds of stuff; and yes that does include some swim wear."

I saw the horror in his face, so I quickly added,

"But I didn't model that for their promotion. I think they just got that stuff, so I could wear it on the boat during the holiday."

"So all you did was wear some showy gear like you're wearing now, and then walk around to draw attention to them showing off their new cans?"

"Yes, that's about the size of it."

"Well then, at a hundred a day, we'd be stupid not to take them up on the offer. I mean you say nobody touched you?"

"No, they all behaved like gentlemen."

Derek and the others began to appear, but Tom was in a rush to tell Derek our decision,

"We'll stay on board."

Derek dropped his head,

"Sorry lad. There's a bit of a problem."

"Fuck! I knew this wasn't going to work out. Things never do for us."

"No hold on. It might not be insurmountable."

"I can guess. You want her to do it for less money."

"No. No it's not like that. But the lads don't feel easy with you on board."

"What. No fucking way. If you think I'm leaving her on this boat alone with you lot, you've got another think coming."

"And what pray do you think we might do to her?"

"I don't know, and I'm not willing to find out."

"See lad; that's the problem. You're just too suspicious. Your wife has told you she wasn't touched yesterday, and we had her all to ourselves. Anyway, we weren't about to ask you to leave the boat. All the lads wanted, was to get some kind of assurance you weren't going to get all possessive."

"I don't know how you mean?"

"It's a trust thing. But I can see you don't have the temperament to control your own anger. Maybe it's better we call it a day."

"So I was right; we're fucked and no money?"

I knew what Tom meant by that, but I thought just how unknowingly accurate his words were.

Derek reached into his jacket, and pulled out the biggest roll of bank notes I'd ever seen, and peeled one out giving it to Tom,

"Here's fifty, this will get you a taxi home."

As Tom saw the size of the bank-roll, and could see they were all fifties, his jaw dropped. I could see he was ruing his quick temper, now realising this man was not all talk, but had the money to back-up his extravagant offer.

"Wait a minute. Maybe I shouldn't have shot my mouth off. I mean, Kelly says you treated her ok yesterday."

"So what are you saying?"

"Well we've already agreed to stop on board, and she can model the stuff you want like she did yesterday. I mean so where's the problem with that?"

"I told you; lads don't feel easy with you on board. You've got a temper. And you're to over-protective."

"So what if I promise to back off, then what?"

It was now Dave, who spoke,

"Look Tom, I can see both sides of this. I'm married, so I'd feel uneasy if I saw other men touching my wife."

"Hold up."

Tom looked at Derek, and then me,

"You said there was no touching."

Derek answered,

"There wasn't."

Dave continued,

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I'm the one who runs the publicity on this venture, and I want a Martini experience. Before you ask, I'll tell you what I mean by that. You've seen their adverts. Girls and men, and they are all so friendly, touchy, stroking and innocent caressing. You couldn't tell which girl was with which man. But you instinctively know; all of those men are able to have intimate relations with any of the girls."

"You mean fucking them?"

"Well yes if you want to put it like that."

"Are you saying you want to fuck my missus?"

Derek butted in,

"Tom! There's your anger again. Listen to what he has to say."

Dave continued,

"No Tom. None of those men can be intimate with the girls; they are all acting. It's an illusion created for the advert. But it's going into the sub-conscious of the viewer. What we need is a similar ambiance on this boat. Something that will carry out to where ever we do our promotions."

"You've lost me."

Derek butted in again,

"What he means in your terms is, if you and your wife stop on board, he wants her to play-act, as if we were all very good intimate friends."

Tom looked very worried,

"I don't get this. Play-act how. You don't mean fucking?"

Derek again,

"No Tom, we won't be fucking her. But Dave wants it to look to all outsiders, as if we could."

Tom thought for a few seconds,

"So you mean holding her, or touching her bum and stuff."

"That's it, just light petting. But just to get the right kind of atmosphere. But it has to happen without you looking daggers or getting hot under the collar."

"That's more than just wiggling her bum in sexy clothes, like you told me she did yesterday. And you want her to do that for a hundred quid a day?"

"No Tom, I realise this is more than just wiggling her bum in sexy clothes, as you put it. But let's say I pay her a hundred a day for the whole two weeks, that's one thousand four hundred. And maybe if I put you on the books as her minder, I could round it up to two grand."

"So we get two grand, but I have to let her flirt with all of you?"

"No Tom. It's not real flirting. It's acting. There is a difference. Actresses do it all the time on your TV screen, and you don't bat an eyelid."

"Yeh, but they get more than two grand."

"So are you saying it's the money, not the touching?"

"Well the money has to come into it."

"Ok, the only way we'll know if this is gonna work, is to have a trial period. If you both stop on board, until this time tomorrow morning, and during this time we'll get Kelly to try on different outfits, and we'll see how you react to our petting with her. And as this is a first for you, I guess today will be the hardest day. So if you've kept your cool until this time tomorrow, then I'll put three hundred pounds in your hand. But if you agree to carry on for the whole two weeks, you'll go home with three grand."

At that he held out his hand for Tom to shake,

"Do we have a deal?"

"And if I think you're going too far and I stop any of you, then what?"

"Well if you do that before tomorrow morning, you find your own way home with nothing."

Now all this time, the negotiation hadn't involved me at all, even though it was me who was being sold-off. But as Tom was torn with the prospect of all that money, he looked my way,

"What d'you think?"

Now I dare not say I knew what their real intentions were, but I thought I dare put my two-penneth in about what they were now coming clean on.

"Well yesterday was ok, but I'm not sure about them touching me."

Derek butted in,

"And you touching us. I mean, we want you to act the part of being more than just passive, you should act willing. No more than that, eager."

I looked at Tom,

"Would you want me to do that?"

"It's play acting. And even if we just try it for the day, it's three hundred quid."

"Well if it was up to me, I'd say go home now."

Ian chipped in,

"You know her trouble; she knows if you stay on board, you'll be getting sloshed on free booze for the next two weeks."

Just one look showed this struck a chord in Tom's head,

"You could be right. I mean she said she enjoyed yesterday."

And then in a sudden impulse, he reached out and shook Derek's hand.

"Ok my boy, but don't forget, best behaviour. Come on lads, let's get this boat moving."

So the mooring ropes were untied, and in minutes, the boat was once again underway, with all three of the younger men on the back deck, and Tom and I in the front well with Derek. As Derek sat himself down on one of the side benches, he patted his knee, and said,

"Come-on Kelly, lets have you on my knee, and we'll see if Tom is as good as his word. And Tom, remember, best behaviour."

I looked at Tom, and he nodded as if to say I should sit on Derek's knee. As I backed my way onto his knee, he lay me back in his left arm, whilst his right hand blatantly began to stroke my exposed naval. Tom stood there, and I could see he wasn't too sure about the bargain he'd now made.

And then a smile came to his face,

"Ha ha. I can see what you're doing. You're testing me. Aren't you? You want to see just how far you can go before I kick-off."

"Well yes, it's a test, but I don't want you to kick-off at all."

And as he said that, he pointedly began to slide his fingers into the top of my jeans. And not forgetting, these were a very low cut top, so his fingers as the entered the jeans were very close to my pubic hair.

"What I want to know is, how far three grand will allow me to go."

"Look you said a bit of touching, but you never said anything about sticking your hand into her knickers."

His hand kept pushing down, and his fingers were now roaming through my pubic bush. But I guess all Tom knew for sure, was Derek's hand was into the top of my jeans almost up to his wrist.

"Ok, that's enough. No further."

Derek kept his hand there, and as his fingers were stroking gently he calmly asked,

"So this it the limit?"

Tom looked like he was choking his words out,

"No. I don't want your hand inside her jeans."

"Ok lad, don't get excited. As you said, I'm just testing the water."

"Yes, well. But take your hand out now."

He pulled his hand up, until only his finger tips were inside the waist band.

"Is this ok?"

"Ok, but no further."

"So to be clear, three grand will get me this far, without you going off on one?"

"I guess so."

"You'll have to do better than that. We need to know how far we can go; we don't want to have to keep looking over our shoulder for permission. So tell me, is what I'm doing now ok? Not just for me, but any of the lads?"

Tom's tone was agitated,

"Yes. But no further inside her jeans."

Derek pulled his hand out completely, and once again thrust it towards Tom to shake his hand,

"Good lad, you've got a deal, and just to show it's worth keeping in my good books."

He again pulled out the role of notes, and this time, peeled out two fifties,

"Here, put this with the one I gave you earlier, that's a ton and a half, just for being sensible."

As Tom took the money, Derek peeled out four more notes, but this time, he put them in my hand,

"Ok Tom, watch me carefully, this is just a one-off. There is two hundred pounds in Kelly's hand, and with what I've given you already, that is three fifty. And that is on top of the three hundred you'll pickup tomorrow. And it's all yours if you and your Kelly indulge me just this one time."

Tom asked,

"What..."

But Derek interrupted,

"Don't ask, just watch."

He turned to me and said softly,

"Tummy in, and spread your legs."

I looked at Tom, and he could tell I was asking him what I should do. He nodded. I slowly opened my legs, and drew my tummy in, allowing Derek to slip his hand inside. But this time, the fingers went deep. Over my bush, stroking the lips of my pussy, and a finger end was touching my hole.

All the time Derek's eyes were fixed on Tom, and then he said,

"Its ok, I'm not inside her knickers."

He then looked at me,

"Go on, he looks worried; tell him where my hand is."

He was of course, deep inside my knickers. In fact by now, the end of his finger was dipping into my pouting wet pussy. But I just said,

"He's on the outside of my knickers."

"But he's got his hand right in deep. He must be under your snatch."

Derek answered,

"I am, I can feel it through the thin material; it's warm and moist."

"Ok, that's enough, get your hand out."

"Are you sure? If you let me keep it here for just one minute, that money is yours."

And with that, he stretched out his other arm, exposing his wrist watch from his shirt sleeve. Tom looked at me, and then said,

"Ok. One minute, not a second more."

Derek said,

"Now you're being sensible."

And then he blatantly pushed his hand deeper, and as he began to probe a finger in and out of my pussy, he asked me,

"Does that feel good?"

I didn't reply, but Tom did. And you could tell he didn't like this one bit,

"What the fucks he doing now?"

"I'm just giving her pussy a little stroke. I've got to make the most of my sixty seconds."

"That's enough, get your hand out."

"Calm down. Just let me have ten more seconds. Look at her, she likes it."

Tom didn't look happy, but amazingly, he stood there glaring at Derek's watch. And then he said,

"Ok. Time is up."

"Go on Tom, take the money. If you keep up this level of control, I can see you'll be rich man by the time this holiday is over."

Tom took the money, but Derek was still working his finger inside me, and I was beginning to make involuntary hip movements. Tom said,

"Come on. I told you, times up."

"Oh, that's a shame. I was really enjoying that."

"Come-on, fairs fair, you've had your minute."

"Is it the money?"

"What d'you mean?"

"If I said I'd give you another two hundred, would you go out onto the back deck and let me have five minutes alone with Kelly."

I couldn't even imagine Tom considering it, but in truth, I'd never have thought it possible he'd have let him go this far. And then Tom asked,

"If I go out back, how far are you going to go?"

"Oh come on Tom. If I tell you that, then that would be as good as you selling it to me. Let's just keep it simple. My hand is in her jeans, and I want five minutes of privacy to have a little fun. If when you come back your wife isn't crying rape and screaming for help, then as far as you're concerned, we were just doing some harmless play acting."

"So I turn a blind eye, and I get another two hundred?"

"That's it."

"Look I'm no fool. If I leave you alone with her, you'll be inside her knickers and probably up her snatch having a good feel."

And then after just a seconds pause, he continued,

"Make it four."

"Now come on lad."

"Four or no deal."

"Tell you what. I can see you understand what's what. So no mincing words. I'll give you five if I can lick her pussy."

"Jesus! You don't mince your words. I mean, normally I'd take your fucking head off just for thinking such a thing."

"Ok, forget it. I thought you were going to be adult about this."

"No hold on. You do mean five hundred on top of what you've already given us, and we still get the three grand at the end of the week?"

"Yes, I see what you mean. That's the trouble when you've got a pocket full of money, and it isn't yours; you can tend to get carried away. That would be extravagant."

"What are you saying you can't pay that much?"

"No, I can pay what I like. But I've already given you three and a half big ones, and another five would make eight and a half. I mean, as nice as your little ladies pussy must be, I mean, eight hundred and fifty for just a pussy lick."

"So you're going back on the offer."

"Well no. But I didn't think you were interested."

"What if I say you can lick it if you give me that five hundred? Is the offer still open?"

"Well I shouldn't, but I made the offer, and I'm a man of my word. So yes, five more big ones, if I can lick her pussy."

"Ok, just licking, no fucking."

Out slipped his hand, and he took out the bank roll, and gave Tom five hundred pounds. Then as he eased me off his knee, onto my feet,