Shagufta

I read the note twice and then unpacked the case that Amy had filled refilling in with clothes and lingerie of my choice this time. Out went the conservative and in went the downright sexy. Amy just grinned as she saw the items I was packing knowing full well what I intended to do. She did however insist I put in at least one skirt that was below the knee and a blouse that could only be described as modest.

As it happened, I hadn’t got a swimming costume so Amy disappeared for a few moments before reappearing with a number of different items. She first of all handed me a tiny flesh like garments that looked more like a thong than anything else. I recognised it straight away as a modified version of my sex cache.

“If you wear that under your costume, you will prevent any embarrassing bulges I think.” said Amy seriously. “Now I have a choice of costumes” she continued as she held up each one in turn. “There is this modest two piece; this all in one swim suit or this bikini. Which do you think?”

I just grabbed them all and threw them into my case.

“I think you might need a bigger case Shagufta” she said laughing at me “you are turning into a real clothes horse.”

10.50 am found me pacing up and down in the main living room of the house, my suitcase in the hall way, bulging at the seams. I was a nervous wreck, waiting for Simon to arrive. Amy, who was sat on the large sofa, reading a magazine, just peered over the top of the page every now and then to give me what could only be described as a pitying look. Then just moments before the grandfather clock struck 11 am, the unmistakeable sound of a car on gravel found its way through the open window. I remember screeching a little in girlish pleasure as I looked through the window to see his gorgeous Aston Martin pull up outside.

There was no decorum, no ladylike behaviour, as I dashed outside and threw myself into his arms as he clambered out of the driver’s seat. Simon just grinned as he kissed me deeply on the mouth, lifting me bodily off the ground as he did so, swinging me round in the air.

“Hello gorgeous” he said as he untangled me from his neck, putting me down slowly onto the ground.

“Hello yourself,” I said softly as I kissed him lightly again.

“Are you ready darling?” he asked, looking at me.

“Mm,” I replied, “my case is in the hallway. Can you get it for me whilst I say goodbye to Amy.” Simon followed me inside and bent down to pick up the suitcase waiting for him there.

“Fuc.... I mean my God!” he swore as he was taken my surprise by the weight he had to lift “What the hell have you got in here? We’re only going to be away overnight!”

I looked at him, a feigned innocent look on my face.

“I wasn’t sure what you had in mind for the next twenty four hours so I sort of packed everything” I replied in my little school girl voice, making him grin broadly.

The drive down to Brighton was pleasant, if not a little hot and stuffy, despite the air conditioning in the car. Simon and I just chatted away as if we had known each other for ever. I was amazed at just how comfortable and relaxed I was around him. There was nothing hidden between us, no pretence, nothing concealed, just an opportunity to get to know each other a whole lot better. And as I sat in the bucket leather seat of the passenger side of the car, I quizzed him a little about his plans.

“Well” he began “I thought we could have a quiet day at the house today. You know, get to know each other a little, spend some time together, Shagufta. Then tomorrow, well, that’s up to you. Have you ever been sailing before?”