Modern Love story. Chapter 11.

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"Hello, is that you Ben?" The voice on the phone was familiar. Jane on the switchboard had informed me it was a personal call.

"Yes, who's that?"

"It's Carl. Can you talk?" I got up and shut my office door. I picked up the phone once more.

"I can now."

"Sorry to ring you at work but I wanted to talk to you, rather than Kelly."

"Go on."

"Well Ben, it's like this. Kelly might have told you I've just bought a villa in Majorca. I needed to spend some money before the taxman got his hands on it." He laughed. "It's got two bedrooms and they've each got an en-suite. It's very private and it's got its own pool. Well, I'm going to be out there for most of September and... well, I was wondering if you and Kelly fancied coming out. There'd be no cost to you, a bit of food and drink maybe, and of course your air fare."

I told him it sounded very attractive. He gave me the dates and I said I would call him back. I felt a frisson of excitement. If the villa was as private as Carl said, we could do anything that took our fancy. And I needed a holiday. We had originally planned to be away in Spring but that had been canceled because of the take-over battle.

I knew we wouldn't be able to take a month, but we could have two weeks. I checked my diary. The first two weeks were definitely out. The last two weeks were okay. Oh bollocks! There was an important presentation on the Wednesday of the second week. It was to a new client and we had already postponed it once. Maybe I could still get out of it. I explained the situation to Paul, acknowledging that it was at rather short notice.

"It's going to be difficult, Ben. Giles will be on his honeymoon." I put my hand to my forehead. I'd forgotten that. And he was the only one who could deputize for me. "Really, Ben, I ought not to let you go at such short notice, but because you gave up your holiday earlier I will agree to it on one condition. If I cannot get a stand-in, you have to agree to return, and if that is the case, we'll pick up all your travel costs."

He was being fair and I couldn't really argue. He could have refused permission for me to go in the first place because I hadn't given him sufficient notice. Yet not only did he agree I could go, but he was also prepared to pay for a return ticket if I had to return. Kelly had no such problems and could take any two weeks. Accordingly I phoned Carl and said we'd be out for the last two weeks. During our conversation I discovered that we would all be coming back on the same flight.

And then the bad news! My presence would be required in the office on the Wednesday week after all. And since we were due to fly home on the Friday there seemed very little point in my going back. Kelly said that she would come home with me but I told her not to bother. She might as well come back with Carl three days later. It was bad enough that I should have to cut short my holiday; why spoil hers, too?

We were in the departure lounge at Gatwick Airport, on the Saturday waiting to catch an early evening flight to Palma. Kelly was wearing a sleeveless lilac broderie anglaise blouse, and a matching plain short skirt. The lilac effect was complemented by the mauve nail polish she had applied to her fingers and to her toenails.

She was already quite tanned from sunbathing in the garden the previous weekend, in fact she would not have looked out of place had she been in the arrivals hall, having just returned from her holiday. But hers was about to start and she was excited. She kept turning to look at the departures board, trying to see if our flight had been called and with every movement of her head, her long dark hair would bounce on her shoulders.

But the commencement of our long delayed holiday wasn't the only reason for Kelly's happy frame of mind. There was the not insignificant fact that that Carl would be there. She hadn't seen him for three weeks now and had missed the sheer intensity of their physical relationship. She was looking forward to 'sleeping' with him that night.

Kelly and I had provisionally agreed that she would alternate her nights with Carl and me, a sort of adult timeshare really! The departures board was now showing a gate for our flight. We picked up our bags and arrived there just as the plane had begun to board. We were only twenty minutes late departing and after an uneventful flight we landed at Palma. We grabbed a trolley and joined the milling crowd in the baggage hall. And before very long we were out in the main area.

Carl was already there to meet us and he had a broad welcoming smile on his face as we came up to him. He put his arms around Kelly as he kissed her and then he shook my hand. We made the usual small talk that everyone seems to engage in at airports; how was the flight; how has the weather been, etc. And then we followed him out to his car.

Even though it was quite late in the evening, the temperature had not really dropped and as we stepped outside the air-conditioned terminal building, the sultriness was surprising. It was somewhat oppressive and the atmosphere was not rendered more pleasant by the occasional whiff of kerosene. However his car was not too far away and we were soon on our way to his villa, not much more than one hour distant.

It was completely dark by the time we arrived. Carl zapped the electric gates and we drove in. The drive was about a hundred meters long and at its end was the single-storey villa. As we approached it, sensors switched on the exterior lights illuminating the surprising amount of greenery and color that contrasted with the white painted facade.

Carl unlocked the wide front door that opened into the lounge. We walked in, our footsteps resounding on the beige ceramic tiled floor. The lounge was quite large and contained a sofa, an easy chair and a small dining table with four chairs. At the far end was the kitchen, and a line of work surfaces delineated the change of use. A door led out from the kitchen to a terraced area on the right, where the swimming pool was situated.

The bedrooms were located either side of the lounge. Carl's was on the right hand side as we entered. He was thus able to overlook the pool and the terrace from his bedroom window. Carl ushered us into the other bedroom and left us to unpack.

The room was a narrower than the lounge but about the same length. It had a double aspect with windows at the front and at the side. At the far end was a door leading into the en-suite. The walls were finished in the ubiquitous Spanish white rough textured style. On each side of the ample double bed was a small low bedside unit, which matched the dark wood of the two freestanding solid looking wardrobes.

There was a matching dressing table with a large mirror, around the edge of which, was a built in light. The en- suite bathroom was more than adequate. There was a bidet, a large hand basin and a toilet all in white china with ornate brass accessories. In the corner was a shower cubicle with a bronze screen. The lighting in the bathroom was very bright, in sharp contrast to the subdued wall lighting of the bedroom.

We finished unpacking the cases and went out to the terrace, where Carl was already seated. The lighting on the terrace was also subdued, two small lamps on the wall providing what little overhead light there was. The underwater lights in the pool were all that illuminated the terrace at that end. Carl was already enjoying a cold beer and he fetched two more from the fridge when we joined him.

With the luggage unpacked, our clothing put away and with the cold beers in front of us I felt the holiday had finally started. It had been a long day, the traveling had been tiring and it was great to be able to unwind. I sat back contentedly in the chair deeply inhaling the warm night air, scented as it was with the aroma of basil and oregano. In the distance I could see the lights of a small village and in the blackness above us the stars were gleaming.

Kelly finished her drink and said that she would take a shower to freshen up. Carl and I remained on the balcony and had another beer. He told me a little bit about the area. We were not far from Cala d'Or in the southeast part of Majorca. He also told me about a couple of places that we might want to visit. Twenty minutes later, Kelly returned. She was wearing a pale green camisole, matching high cut panties, and some sling backs. Despite the low lighting I could discern her dark shadow through the gossamer fabric of her panties. She really did look fantastic. I asked her if she'd like another drink.

"No thanks, Ben." She was looking directly at Carl, and in a sultry voice she said, "What I'd really like, is to say 'hello' to Carl properly." Without waiting for an answer, she turned and walked back into the villa. She had never looked more provocative.

Carl glanced at me and made as if to shrug his shoulders, but his expression could not conceal his delight. As he got up to follow her, he looked at me and said, "How can I refuse?" An afterthought occurred to him as he reached the door. "Help yourself to a beer when you want, Ben. There's plenty in the fridge. Just make yourself at home."

I went in to get one, just as Carl was about to close his bedroom door. I caught a glimpse of Kelly. She was already lying on his bed.

I went back to my chair on the terrace. It was very quiet. There were hardly any sounds from the road below; an odd motorbike or car but that was all. Spanish villas are designed to be cool; they are not designed to absorb sound. The solid glazed floors tend to reflect and even to amplify sound. The windows of the villa were open, and the sounds emanating from Carl's bedroom were carried to me in the balmy night air.

I knew what they were doing even though I could not see them. I heard their low voices, the odd laugh, and then the quiet before Kelly's whimpers became audible. Insistent repetitive whimpers, moreover, that gradually increased in frequency and in volume. A whimper that became a cry, and a cry that rent the night air as she climaxed.

I must have fallen asleep out on the terrace. I looked at my watch when I woke up and I realized that I had been sitting out there for two hours! I had to get to bed. As I entered the villa I noticed that Carl had opened his bedroom door, presumably to allow the cooler evening air to circulate.

When I'd been sitting out on the terrace I was under some cover and I hadn't realized that a full moon had risen. It was now shining through the open bedroom window, bathing them in moonlight. They were fast asleep on top of the covers. Carl was naked. Kelly had kept her camisole on but her matching panties were nowhere to be seen. His hand was casually resting on her thigh. Her hand was loosely holding his flaccid penis.