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What we see in the dark
The Seaside Travellers sit and watch the ocean from the top of a cliff. I imagine it is not a particularly tall cliff as a tall cliff would offer too complete a view of their surroundings. Forgive me, I sometimes get stuck on mechanics of situations not working properly, such is my lack of imagination. So they see something in the distance and discuss what this amazing ship will bring to the harbour. Then after another drink they notice it cannot be any more than a little rowing boat. Then once their next drink is done they realise it is only a bundle of junk.
A classic case of reality not matching fantasy.
Now that is a moral that would fit almost any story, in fact perhaps is the definition of a good story, but I have one in mind in particular because it flips so quickly between fantasy and reality.
It has been a while since this little misadventure occurred and I have heard different versions from the different people involved which I have put together in a tale I call: What we see in the dark.
This story starts at the point when Thornton first laid eyes on Edie, well, a little before that really. Look at him sitting over there leaning to have a word in Edie’s ear, isn’t he just about the most beautiful young person you have ever seen. I cannot look at him without imagining him naked, but that is another story, another story completely. In this story Ant had invited Thornton to a house party, it was in one of those trendy yet run down places on the other side of the river. Ant and Edie were already north of the river visiting a friend so he texted the address and told Thornton to meet them there.
Ant and Edie had been drinking most of the afternoon, a fine bottle of Pinot Grigio shared by Edie and her friend while Ant stuck to the lagers. Those cheap four packs you used to get from the discount supermarkets. Edie’s friend had clearly been trying to impress Edie with outrageous statements about the parties she had been to, and the things she had done. And Edie responded with reports of debauchery that Ant knew to be somewhat exaggerated.
At one point Edie’s friend said of course I always go to a party commando. Neither Ant nor Edie could remember the context of the statement but both remembered the statement because when the friend suggested they go to a house party Ant said: delighted to, shall we all be going commando then? The bottle of wine had served the girls well as both stood immediately, staring at each other, daring each other, well, neither backed down. They both dropped their knickers, both passing them to Ant. Ant told me he was momentarily thrilled, but the reality is with a normal skirt, with normal activities you never actually know what undergarments another person is or is not wearing. Thong or commando, who can really tell?.
Initially it was noticeable that girls were a little self conscious but they soon forgot themselves, helped by another bottle of wine they picked up on the way to the house party. They picked up another four pack of larger for Ant to share with Thornton.
The party was busy when they got there. Edie’s friend dragged them about introducing them to people whose names they either didn’t hear or didn’t remember. Ant and Edie ended up on a terrace overlooking the street below. They could watch the people arriving and leaving, and those just sitting on the street. It gave them a good view of the neighbourhood, right down to what looked like a cemetery at the end of the road.
Someone looked up and waved at them and Ant thought that from where that person was they would be able to see up Edie’s skirt, they would be able to see she had nothing on underneath. He smiled, pulled Edie into a cuddle and kissed her. The music was quite loud, even on the terrace, so he started dancing with her. He was quite turned on by the idea that the stranger could see Edie’s cootch. While they are clearly young enough to have been involved in sending each other dickpics, they hadn’t. It is not only old people who haven’t sent or received a dickpic. As Ant was thinking about Edie’s lady garden he was getting raunchier and raunchier in his dancing and Edie was responding. He got more handsy and so did she. Her hands slipping under his shirt to touch his skin and his rubbing her thighs and her arse.
She said with a reminiscent smile that when they were dancing on the terrace she was conscious she was commando but figured it was getting darker so no one would notice. Ant was leaning against the railing, Edie was leaning against Ant, Ant was kissing her neck when he looked up and spotted Thornton standing a few feet away. It took Ant a moment to realise the first time Thornton laid eyes on Edie was of her exposed, naked arse. It took Edie less time than that to realise Ant was distracted from making out, she spun about, pulling down her skirt and said a cheery Hi to Thornton.
The three of them chatted for a while on the terrace until a cute young woman waved to Thornton. It happens quite often, obviously. Anyway, Thornton left them to chat to his friend and Edie whispered to Ant: wanna go see if we can find a dark corner down there. She meant the graveyard. It is not such a strange place for the young to go seek a little privacy. Graveyards are usually quite empty, and generally not particularly well secured. Edie led from the terrace and Ant gave Thornton a wave and a little mime which meant I am going to get lucky be back in a bit, probably sooner but I have had a few beers so it might be a long quickie.
As he was descending the stairs he wondered if he had conveyed the correct message in his facial expression mime. As it happened Thornton thought he had meant it was time to go, so Thornton started saying his goodbyes to his friend. He figured Ant and Edie would be waiting for him downstairs. He was a bit surprised when he got down and only just spotted them heading into the graveyard. He shrugged, figured it must be a short cut so set out to follow them.
Meanwhile between two graves on a grassy patch Edie unbuckled Ant as he lay on his back and mounted him. Enclosing his cock easily as she was well ready. He pulled her down onto him, still excited by the idea of showing off his girlfriend’s body to the other men, her gorgeous body proving his own alpha status - there are so many flaws in that logic but it was how he was feeling. He pulled her skirt right up fondling her arse as he kissed her neck.
This was the point at which reality crashed into his fantasy . He looked passed Edie’s shoulder and realise there was indeed some bloke standing on the path watching them fuck: watching his cock in Edie’s cunt. Gone were the fantasies of proving his alpha male status, replaced with a flash of anger at the bloke for getting off watching his girlfriend’s arse, it was only he that should be getting off on the sight of her arse. More of that flawed logic. Anyway, he hurriedly pulled down Edie’s skirt so while it was clear what they were doing there was no longer a show. The bloke got the point, he turned away and walked back up the path. But even after the bloke had gone his annoyance did not lift. His frustration got to him. He softly plopped out of Edie as her pussy contracted with an orgasm. She ground her clit against him until she was satisfied and he huffed and pretended it was too much beer. He couldn’t admit to Edie that he had been turned on by the thought of him flashing her arse but then had been turned off by a bloke looking at her arse.
On the way back Edie asked for her knickers back but Ant’s frustration was still prickling him so he said: sure, no problem, but added a little nastily, but I will have to give your friend’s back too. Edie rolled her eyes, you can keep them as a souvenir then. And that is what Ant did. It is true, Ant still has two pairs of knickers in a sandwich bag in his underwear drawer. A little disturbing really.
When they got back to the party Ant found Thornton on the balcony and felt he could let out his frustration. Fortunately for Thornton, it was dark enough for Ant not to realise that Thornton had been the bloke watching them. So Thornton listened while ranted that some weirdo freak had followed them and tried to watch them fucking in the graveyard.
Thornton decided not to say anything, as for him it was not a misadventure of reality not matching fantasy, it was just a case of misreading Ant’s mime.
