It was a great day, beautiful and sunny, and Adele's cousin, Sapho, had gone to work. Adele hadn't, because she was in town on holiday and staying at Sapho's villa. Being from the cold South, from Tasmania, she decided to spend the morning on the beach. But the Queensland sun soon proved stronger than her suntan oil and Adele wisely decided to quit before she got deep fried. The North was a dangerous place for a fair skinned red head protected only by a bikini.

Another annoying thing about the area was the way the locals seemed quite content to have bathrooms with showers in them but no baths. Back home one of Adele's favorite refuges from the cold was a steaming hot bath. Hot, sticky, sore and sandy, she felt that a prolonged soak in cool water would be just as relaxing on a day when the mercury was going up and up. But Sapho didn't have a bath in her otherwise perfect little villa, only one of the ubiquitous showers. If Adele wanted a bath she was going to have to improvise one.

As she was setting up a laundry tub on a table in the villa's back porch Adele noticed a battered old suitcase standing in one corner of the porch. She hadn't seen it there before, but guessed that it must belong to Greg, Sapho's boyfriend. Her live in boyfriend, or at least he was once a month, when he flew in for some R and R from the mine site he worked on out in the bush. But he wasn't due for rotation for another week, so perhaps the case was a spare one that Sapho had brought out for some reason. Adele was far more interested in finding a bottle of wine to go with her mood and the heat. The villa's wine bar had an Hamelin Bay Cabernet Sauvignon which seemed like it might hit the spot nicely.

It did. A glass or two and a gentle rub down with a sponge had Adele feeling like a new girl. Which wasn't as much fun as feeling a new boy. There had been some real spunks down on the beach, but none of them had come near her, and what was a holiday without a touch of romance in it?

Still, even if the beach had turned out not to be her place, the city had plenty of good pubs and clubs just waiting to be checked out. One of them was sure to have just the sort of guy she wanted to spend some quality time with. A guy with a lot of good qualities -- and a big bath. A bath big enough for two people to splash around in at one time. A bath you could make as many waves as you liked in.

Adele giggled to herself and leaned back to feel the muted sunlight coming through the shaded windows on her face, warm and stimulating, but not as warm and stimulating as the scenes she was playing out in her imagination. She was arranging them in her mind in the most interesting combinations she could think of when the side door of the porch opened and a male voice said: "Hi, you must be Adele. Warm day, hey?"

Astonished, she looked over her shoulder, putting her hands up to cover herself as she stared the young guy who'd come in carrying a long handled shovel.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?"

"Well, the reason I'm standing here with this shovel in my hand is because a guy down the pub sold me a treasure map and I think the loot is buried in the back garden here. Don't worry about it, I'm a fully licensed pirate, it's just that I don't get to go to sea very much because I always get sea sick. Oh yeah, and my parrot is away at the cleaners right now, being re-feathered. It was getting pretty bare around the backside, but not as bare as you, Adele. By the way, can you spare a glass of that Sauvignon for a member of the working class?"

Adele gaped at him, wondering if he was some kind of a nutter.

"Go away, or I'll call the cops."

"The phone's in the hall. Go ahead and call. I'll just stand and watch while you do it."

"How come you know where the phone is?"

"I live here. My name's Greg. I would have thought Sapho might have mentioned me at some time or another. And the reason I'm standing here with this bloody silly implement in my hand is because I was catching up on the gardening when I heard some female giggling away to herself inside my villa. So I came to investigate and I brought the shovel with me in case a gang of chicks had broken in to get their hands on my body and I was going to have to beat them off with it."

Adele burst out laughing when she realized who she was talking to. The whole situation seemed so humorous she couldn't stop herself.

"But you're not supposed to be coming back for another week!"

"Yeah, normally, that'd be right. But the company flew some of us back a week earlier this time to learn the mechanics of some new Haulpak dump trucks we're getting on site. I got back this morning and I'd forgotten that Sapho had said she was inviting her cousin up from Tassie while I was away."

Cleo giggled again: "OK, but if you were a gentleman, you'd at least close your eyes while you're talking to me."

"From where I'm standing I'd rather look with my eyes open and talk with my mouth closed. The more I see of you, Adele the more I'm starting to mumble and stutter anyway. Look at the way my shovel's shaking."

"You'd better go back outside and do some more work with it, then, while I get dressed."

Greg grinned at her, opened the door he'd come in by, threw the shovel out through it and let it fall on the concrete path outside with a ringing clatter. Then he smiled at Adele, closed the door again and stepped up to the bath.

"But first, ma cherie, I must tell you how enchanted I am to welcome you to my humble home."

His hand reached down, caught hers, lifted it to his lips and kissed it with stylish aplomb. Adele couldn't stop herself from giggling again at being in this weird situation. She felt she ought to be embarrassed for herself and angry at Greg, but somehow she was too busy laughing at him to get seriously mad.

"Look, are you going to leave me alone so I can get dressed."

"Why, what are you going to cover up that I haven't already seen, my beautiful?"

"You shouldn't be seeing anything, that's the point."

"There's an old saying about not crying over spilt horses after the stable door has bolted. So why spoil a perfectly good bath just to spoil my viewing pleasure?"

"Go away for a minute."

He sat down next to her, put his arm around Adele's shoulders, smiled and said: "Let's deal with this like grownups. You've shown me yours so about I show you mine?"

Adele felt his fingers gently stroking her skin and shivered: "Well, maybe -- I could use a laugh."

"You've already had one. What was so funny that I could hear you giggling away to yourself when I was outside?"

"I'm not going to tell you."

"Ah, ah, so it was something you're ashamed of. You were having a little daydream about something naughty, and probably helping your imagination along with your fingers. What a good thing I'm here to help you enjoy yourself even more."

Adele's cheeks felt even redder than the patches of sunburn: "I wasn't thinking of anything like that at all."

"You must have been remembering the last episode of the Simpsons you saw, then. That's why you're blushing like a virgin."

"I'm not blushing."

"And you're not a virgin, either, I guess. Good."

Greg picked the sponge up out of the water and rubbed it lightly against Adele's left breast: "I often do this for Sapho in the shower. But a bath is better -- you can kind of slosh things around."

"Well you're not sloshing any of my things around. You're supposed to be Sapho's boyfriend, not mine."

"You don't have to worry about that, I'm everybody's friend. Now, how about a nice back rub, on the house and obligation free."

"No!"

"I knew you'd love the idea."

He moved around behind her. Adele felt his strong hands settle on her shoulders and begin a vigorous massage of her muscles around the base of her neck. She tried, briefly, to shake off the fingers which were squeezing her, but there was no way of doing it. Not without hurting him with her fingernails, anyway, and what would happen afterwards? All kinds of trouble. And then there was another good reason for not putting up much of a fight -- she was thoroughly enjoying the massaging that Greg was giving her. Enjoying it and becoming excited by it, ever more so the lower his hands worked down her spine.

"Greg, you shouldn't be doing that."

"It's OK, Adele, I don't mind listening to you panting away and showing how turned on you're getting. Don't worry about it; I can always spread the fertilizer on the garden some other time."

"God, but you're a cheeky bastard." Adele protested, yet without any real anger.

Greg talked like a impudent schoolboy but he used his hands like a grown man. A man skilled in giving real pleasure in the way he touched her body. Right now his thumbs were pressing down on her spine, walking their way lower and lower like close fitting foot prints until they were down in the water. Then one of his hands slid around her hip, sending out ripples like a half submerged alligator closing in on its prey.

"No, Greg, you mustn't . . . " Adele talked the talk but did nothing to fend off the fingers sliding around the front of her leg before diving deeper, down to their objective.

"Hey, I've found a little underwater cave -- I wonder what lives in here?"

His exploring fingers had taken over from her day dreams, urgent reality seizing her body from her in a few mad minutes. Adele sighed and wriggled at his touch, her full breasts pressed against the side of the small bath as she allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

"Hey, I think I've found an eel in there -- only a small one but it's getting bigger. I think it wants to come out and play."

"You're taking advantage of me, Greg, you know that?"

"Yes, I'm totally ashamed of myself. On the other hand I've hardly seen a sheila for a month and I'm feeling as horny as a rhino. So now I'm going to grab hold of those big tits of yours and give them a stir around."

It was no surprise at all that Greg did as he said he would, taking her in both his hands and gently massaging her boobs. It was also no surprise to Adele to find herself responding by turning her head and kissing Greg passionately.

Of course what they were doing was completely wrong and Greg was every kind of a cheat on Sapho to be doing this but trying to stop things now they'd gone this far was as impossible as putting a bush fire back into a match head. Which was why her tongue was pressing back against his and her breath was snorting out through her nostrils like gusts of gale driven wind.

Eventually it was Greg who broke free first, grinning at her. "I think it's time you came out of that bath and got dried off. The only place I want you slippery is where I'm going to put my prick into you."

"You're a cheeky bastard. It's probably not worth having anyway."

"Ah, ah. A challenge -- OK then, you can check it out for yourself."

Greg pushed the waistband of his shorts down and let them fall to the floor. He was wearing nothing underneath but a half grown erection of a size and length which made Adele's eyes widen. He saw her reaction and moved forward to the edge of the bath, his hand pressing against the back of Adele's neck.

"C'mon, take a real close look."

Without any hesitation she allowed her face to be pushed up close against his swaying meat, able to see every tiny detail, to smell it like a dog being offered a meal. And like an obedient bitch she put out her tongue and licked the offered organ gently along the top. His hand tightened on the back of her neck at the touch.

"What do you reckon, then, girl. Is it worth having or not?"

Adele had to swallow hard before she could answer.

"Oh yes, it's worth having. It's surely worth having."

"Then don't just sit there dripping, come on out here where I can get at you with the towel."

He helped her out like a footman helping a princess to descend from a coach, then started drying her off with powerful strokes from the towel in his hands. Adele loved it.

"It's about time I had a servant to look after me properly."

Greg laughed: "Enjoy it while it lasts. Pretty soon you're going to be the one that's down on your knees doing the dirty work."

"In your dreams, bro, in your dreams -- oh!"

Greg had started stroking between her legs again, but this time he was using his hand instead of the towel.

"What was that you said, girlie?"

"Er -- I said that maybe you had a chance, after all."

"Are you going to give me the best blow job you know how to, or not?"

"Put me down as an undecided."

"Let me show you a good way of turning around a swinging voter with swinging tits."

Greg stood up behind her, turned Adele round by her elbows until she was facing him. Then one hand went down on her stomach, the work calloused fingers sliding through the damp patch of her pubic hair, then lower yet to rub gently between Adele's cunt lips.

"You're mine, bitch, and you'll do whatever I fucking well tell you to do."

Adele found herself gasping and quivering under his aggressive touch, her own fingers starting to scratch at his shoulder in encouragement.

"Alright, Greg, alright, but we won't tell Sapho, will we?"

He chuckled at the idea: "Well, I certainly wasn't planning to. But don't knock the bath over, otherwise we'll leave one hell of a damp spot on the carpet to explain away."

END OF PART ONE

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