Making us feel so good. I then came up with an idea of me dressing up for him (because as far as I know we both still liked girls) I waited for him to...text back, so I knew he did indeed wanted to do it again, and two days later he texted: "Wanna chill?" I immediately responded Yes. Although I didn't dress up for him just yet, I cleaned myself. He fucked me this time, it hurt, but at the same time felt so good. It's what I dreamed of sometimes. Him fucking me doggy. He came inside me and got. However, in the personals was an advert for naturist massages by a mature woman. I had to go out again that evening to get dinner as the hotel wasn’t very good so I decided to see if the woman had a vacant slot for a massage. I phoned the number and asked if she was free that evening (she was for an hours slot at 6pm) and what the massage entailed. She told me it was a naturist massage (both she and I would be naked) and the massage would be for 60 minutes so it wouldn’t be rushed. As I was. Cathy was plumper and smiley, a real blonde I guessed. Cheryl had bigger hair and was blonder, though that was because she was a bleached blonde I thought. It was really easy to strike up conversation and very relaxed, Australian-style. Cheryl told me that she lived by the beach and described how she loved to lounge on the sand, which was just up my street because there is nothing I am fonder of. (Almost). A number of other people hung around, some couples some singles, occasionally wandering. At least it was warm in the bus, even if there was a strong smell of wet clothing and cigarettes, and the traffic was moving especially slowly.When I got back to the Loftus’s on Tuesday night after a brisk game of five-a-side football at the Sports and Social Club, there was a thick envelope with an Aberdeen postmark waiting for me. It was a shame that it hadn’t arrived a few days earlier so that I could have taken it down to Bristol, because all six of us were interested in Malcolm and Sian’s.