Everyone deserves a holiday
Shady Lady Julie
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“Hi, you must be Gina, glad you found us OK,” Nancy said, holding out her hand to shake and then sheepishly realising that the girl couldn’t see it. “Please come in. And this handsome chap must be Frank?”
Nancy looked at the young girl who had turned her head towards the sound of Nancy’s voice and smiled broadly. “Yes, it is, he is my service dog and my closest companion. It is so kind of you to put us up for the week Mrs Smith, we are both very grateful.”
Nancy Smith studied the young girl and remembered the conversation she had at the local community centre when she had asked about the ‘Giving Back’ scheme. After her husband had died some three years before, the community centre had been a major crutch, giving her someone to talk to and a sense of purpose in life. She would go there most mornings and enjoy a cup of coffee, chatting with others who were bereaved like her or just plain lonely, where they welcomed her with open arms, united by grief and loneliness. Nancy at 45 wasn’t old and having lost her husband when he was 50 she knew that she should get on with her life but wasn’t sure how.
One day she had seen a poster pinned to the notice board called ‘Giving Back’ and she took one of the leaflets. It was a pioneer scheme in the seaside town of Brightlingsea where residents could donate their time to helping out others less fortunate than themselves. After some research on their website and a few phone calls later, she decided that she would be a holiday home host.
The scheme was quite simple really, it involved giving up a spare room to someone who needed it for a week-long holiday and in return, the host got a contribution towards food and costs. Nancy had fully expected her guest to be from an underprivileged family and was concerned that she would be unable to cope if they were rowdy. To her surprise, when the screening call came through, the first question asked was whether she was dog-friendly. During the conversation, it was explained that her guest was blind and used a service dog, and at 19 had never been outside of the city. After a brief discussion about what would be required, which turned out to be very little over the normal, Nancy happily agreed to accommodate Gina and her dog Frank for a week.
When she opened the door she felt a surge in her tummy as she saw the young girl standing there. Nancy had always been bisexual, and she and her deceased husband often enjoyed swinging and swapping evenings with other couples, and more often than not, Nancy paired off with another woman. That was long in the past, as following her husband’s death, Nancy had withdrawn from most social contact. Even the dildo in her bedside cabinet had gathered dust as she lost interest in sex.
Gina was like a tiny bird, so small and fragile, her skin was like china, and when she smiled it lit up the room. Although she had on jean,s they were so tight it was like they were sprayed on. She shrugged off her jacket revealing a top that was also plastered to her body like a second skin, and it was clear from her protruding nipples that she wasn’t wearing a bra, not that her tiny breasts needed support.
After showing her to her room and letting her unpack, Nancy made a pot of tea and they sat at the kitchen table discussing plans for the week. Frank had gone exploring in the garden after checking with his mistress that it was OK to leave her. Gina explained that once Frank was happy with his surroundings he would be able to guide her with total confidence.
“What would you like to do this week?” Nancy asked as she admired the young girl’s body. Once she had settled to the fact that Gina couldn’t see her she had openly studied Gina’s curves as she imagined her naked on her bed.
“If we could walk along the beach that would be wonderful. It would be so nice to feel the wind in my face and the sand beneath my toes,” Gina said with a wistful sigh, “and of course a holiday for my lovely Frank.”