Summer Holiday Series

A sequel of short stories about the 'Lifestyle Circle of Friends' going on a Summer Holidat .

We're All Going on a Summer Holiday An opportunity for the group to get away for a 'summer holiday' of their own. Tess had a friend who owned a very remote beach house at Venus Cove, which for those 'in the know' was a secluded nudist beach.
The Morning After the Night Before Emily stirred as she felt the body behind her climb out of bed. She was still in that semi-sleep state, relishing the memory of the night before...
Champagne and Oysters for Breakfast The guys had gone out early to dive for oysters in the middle of Venus Cove and returned to find the girls had already had an amorous morning without them. "OK girls. How about you crack out the champagne whilst we shuck these oysters."	Photo by Oskar Kadaksoo on Unsplash
Lazing on the Beach After a rather exhausting morning, they all lazed around, snoozing, chatting and/or snuggling. It was about 10:30 when there was a bit of movement, whether toilet, stretches or making coffee. Once they were all up and refreshed, the consensus was that they would have lunch on the beach and the rest of the day swimming and sun-baking.
Water Nymphs After Tess's ultimatum of "I hope you guys don't think you're sleeping with us tonight unless we get a decent shower or bath", timid Pat comes out with a suggestion. "We came across a fresh water spring flowing out into the cove up at the eastern end of the beach. Perhaps we could bathe up there?"	'Hylas and the Nymphs’, 1896 oil painting by John William Waterhouse, Manchester Art Gallery
Never on Sunday Emily slowly crosses the thresh-hold from deep sleep to that half awake world of REM sleep. Jack's body is tight in behind her, sharing their warmth. In her half dream state, fragments of memories of the past two days come back.	'Peach Vulva with Cream Pie'
Home Again, Home Again Pat and Trevor had set up their own bed on the floor on the other side of the room. After the fun and games of dinner the night before, everyone just flopped on the nearest bed to sleep. Fanny woke to find herself in between Tim and Jack, with two hard 'morning woods' probing her thighs.