Living Two Lives - Book 17

Chapter 1

Andrew enjoyed his evening. Having missed seeing Robert Plant the previous year when he was in Edinburgh it was great to finally get to one of his shows. But the following morning as he swam at Marshall Street it was not Plant’s show that Andrew was thinking of. Just as the previous evening, even while he was at the show, he was thinking of Arabella Lindsay.

As he swam Andrew knew he had to get over his teenage crush on Ara. She had been the only woman that had affected him, and yet here they were five years later. Andrew thought about Arabella, what was it that drew him to her? Initially it was the superficial, like most initial attraction it was her face and her body. But it was more than that now. She was funny, interesting, extremely clever and she made him happy. There was also a strong element of her being forbidden fruit, wonderful but unattainable. But it was a limited acquaintance, probably at his instigation. He figured they needed to work on being friends before he started planning the wedding.

Dinner that final evening was quiet, it was not that Andrew sat with Jim and Freya every evening for hours but it was clear that they enjoyed having him in the flat, if only to put the coffee on for them in the morning! He warned them that they might get a call from Mhairi asking to pass a message onto him. There was a certain inevitability about the first sale of one of their investments happening when he was in Cyprus and Julian and Leslie were in the South Seas somewhere. But other than that and his results it should be quiet. They gave him crap for all the women that called, which led to Andrew recounting the tale of five women calling him seven times about a party. It was only after he started he remembered that Moira was one of them which just made the whole thing funnier. He started to blush and neither Jim nor Freya let him off the hook.

“I don’t remember this party Andrew. I would have insisted on some proper chaperonage.”

Firstly who used chaperonage in that day and age, and secondly, he blushed like a lighthouse much to the amusement of the pair of them. He was starting to get to bed bath territory. Bah. Then suddenly.

“Talking of which, who was chaperoning the pair of you that evening that you managed to miss Moira going to a party.”

Freya’s guilty face made his own suffering worth it and a truce was declared.

Other than his exercises Andrew was off early to meet Brodie at the Empress Building. They were at RAF Brize Norton by 9.30 and at the Air Terminal waiting for their flight. The last, and only other, time Andrew had been there was for the trip to West Germany the previous year and the investigative teams had been allocated a Hercules to themselves. The RAF filled the seats that the MoD Police did not need but they were not going to be thrown off the flight. This time Andrew got to watch sheer bureaucratic mayhem at its finest. There was a pecking order of who would be accommodated on the plane, starting with personnel assigned to Cyprus. After that it appeared to be complete guesswork as to who made it. There was a small part of him that would have been quite pleased to be told that they were not going on the flight. As it was when the flight was called, the two of them were among the first people walked out to the plane. It was a morning of hurry up and wait but eventually the VC-10 left heading for RAF Akrotiri.

Akrotiri was at the southern tip of the Western Base, about as far from their destination as they could land. Andrew spent the time on the flight doodling in his notebooks, thinking about his project, it worked as it didn’t feel like a four hour flight. When they landed they retrieved their luggage and got a lift to the car hire place on base. An hour of paperwork later he was driving a Toyota Celica, at least five years old, with lots of rattles. But it was a solid bloody thing and had a pretty decent turn of speed. They had taken off at 11.00, the flight had been four hours plus, and Cyprus was two hours ahead. So it was after 6.00 local time when he and Brodie finally were on their way. Brodie got them to the A6 and they headed east. The road designation changed but as long as they were on the coast heading east they would be fine. They left the West Base quickly, drove for an hour through Cyprus, traversed the East Base without incident and arrived at Ayia Napa about 7.30 at night. Andrew had been up at 5.00 that morning and had achieved nothing other than read on the plane, an odd day.

It took him a while to understand, and he asked a lot of questions, but the two Sovereign Base Areas were like the rest of Cyprus. Other than the signs at the borders you could not tell. There were no barriers, border controls, passports, anything like that. It looked no different than the rest of Cyprus. The actual garrisons, the airfields, they had security just like the same facilities in Britain. But Andrew had half expected the two Base Areas to be like East and West Berlin. The exact opposite, well apart from one area that he would find out about later. So when he drove through the East Base Area it meant he drove through without stopping. The main A3 appeared to pass to the north of the garrison. Now there were a thousand bloody rules and treaties and mutual obligations and rights and so on, but from a day to day living standpoint the Base Areas were part of Cyprus, other than the specific military garrisons. But that was all to come. At 7.45 he pulled into the Nissi Beach Resort, parked the car and the two of them went to check in. Andrew could see Brodie shaking his head, this was a long way from defending the wire at Greenham Common. He let Brodie go first and they arranged to meet in the bar in 30 minutes. But first.

“Good evening, McLeod, same booking as the previous gentleman.”

All was in order. When Andrew asked what the room was like it he was told it was a small garden side room. Andrew was frankly amazed that Susan did not have them sharing a room.

“So there is not a view of the beach?”

“No sir.”

“Are there any such rooms available?”

No tapping of computer keys, this was the shuffling of paper and looking at keys hung up on hooks. The only thing available was a small bungalow room, on the second floor. Each floor was set back from the one below for privacy which meant the second floor, the top floor, had rooms half the size of the ground floor and two thirds of the size of the first floor. But for him it was perfect. It took a moment or two to explain that he would pay the difference. He didn’t need to be explaining this to Lester when he got back. So the office got a bill for the room Susan booked and Andrew paid the upgrade to get the beach side bungalow. When he got to the room it was perfect for a couple, or in his case just him. And at that time of night the deck was shaded, important for him, and both the room and the adjoining bathroom were clean. Nothing else really mattered. Andrew unpacked quickly and went back over to the hotel bar. He ordered two beers and Brodie timed his arrival perfectly.

“We better catch this fuck.”

Andrew thought it better to not tell him about the beachside room.

“Can we talk some details before this whole thing starts tomorrow. How are you explaining me? What do you want me to call you? And most important right now, what is our story for here?”

“Our story?”

“What do we say to women we talk to at the bar?”

“What?”

“What do we tell women when we talk to them. This is hardly the kind of place for father son trips is it?”

Brodie went to get another beer, that first one didn’t seem to have lasted long.

“Now that I have decided not to throw you in the sea for suggesting this ridiculous location, I see your point. Tell them a version of the truth. We are out from London to do work for the Base Administration. I am the wise old guy who knows everything and you are the useless young git who is here to help get it all onto computers.”

Brodie smirked as he took another big swig.

“So we work for the Ministry of Defence at the Sovereign Base Areas and the rest is easy. Okay, that gets the social scene dealt with. Back to the job. I am not a policeman and am not in the chain of command. Now clearly I am going to obey you but what are we going to tell the locals?”

“Truth again. You are a civilian employee out here because of manpower shortages due to the cruise missile protests. Other than when someone wants to talk to me on my own we will be working together. Call me boss, it tends to be what we all call our superiors at the office. Vestie calls me boss, and I call the Super boss so go with that. You okay with Jock?”

“Sure. Okay so now that we are here what is the plan?”

“We are meeting Chambers, the Special Investigations Branch man from London, at the MP station at Dhekelia. It will be the three of us plus one locally based SIB man. First thing to figure out is whether the other countries UN detachments are caught up in this. We will need to call Lester with that news because Head Office will have to figure out what to say, if anything.”

At the end of the day it still appeared that they were making it up as they went along.

“What about hours? Are things a little slower to start in the morning out here?”

“No idea. I want to be at the MP station at 9.00. Breakfast at 8.00.”

It was going to be different than when Andrew was with Vestie and Taff. Brodie was more than 10 years older than Vestie but seemed a decent bloke when it was just the two of them. Although the bar they were in was busy it was tame compared to the main bar area of the resort. After dinner they followed the noise and encountered the Cypriot nightlife. The place wasn’t packed yet but it was busy and again Andrew felt very out of his depth, well outside the bubble. They grabbed a tall-boy table and just people watched. What made Andrew’s night was that Brodie was dragged off to the dance floor first. Now not by much as a young lady mimed dancing to him and soon he was out on the floor as well. Conversation was pointless and maybe that was for the best. In no time Andrew had worked up a sweat and after four dances nodded towards the bar. Annie wanted a Pina Colada so once they had their drinks and were sufficiently away from the speakers they were able to talk. She had got there on Saturday for a one week holiday and worked in the John Lewis in Southampton. She was here with three girlfriends and this was the third time she had been to Ayia Napa.

Andrew was glad that he and Brodie had talked about the story of why they were there. When Andrew told Annie that he had been sent there for a month for work her face was a picture. He just said he was a civil servant and was there to help with the installation of computers. What made the evening more taxing was that Andrew had to make the effort to find things in common to talk about. And for the most part succeeded. She and her friends were all set to cab it into Ayia Napa town itself, a couple of miles further east from the resort. When he told her he had to be up and at work by 9.00 she looked disappointed.

“Yeah, they didn’t send me all the way out here to have too much fun. Why don’t we meet tomorrow evening at the beach bar at 8.00? We can have a drink and go for a walk but you can still head out with your friends later.”

Annie brightened up at that and with a cheerful wave went off to find the rest of her friends. Brodie appeared to have been taken prisoner, and was making no effort to escape. Andrew had asked Susan and found out it was a couple of years since Brodie had been divorced. Andrew could see he was going to enjoy the trip. Given it was two hours ahead of Britain it took him a while to settle but he dragged himself out of bed at 6.15 to do his exercises before looking at the little map the hotel had given him to see where he could run. There appeared to be a trail along the coast away from any traffic so figured why not?

There was barely a soul stirring as Andrew ran, at least for the first part of his run. The path was perfect for running and other than a stretch of beach, at the next cove down the coast as it were, the footing was good. Even the beach wasn’t too bad as he was able to run on the harder wet sand. It was roughly two miles to the edge of Ayia Napa and Andrew figured he would just turn round at a convenient spot. Even that early the sweat was dripping off him but it was lovely to be out in such wonderful weather. He came to the outskirts of Ayia Napa and spun around to head back to Nissi Beach. On the way back he saw three female runners up ahead of him heading in the same direction. As he had passed no one on the way they had obviously come out of one of the hotels and done the same as Andrew just heading in the other direction. They were setting a good pace and were maintaining the distance between them. He never had the wind to talk to anyone when he was jogging, and usually ran with his headphones on, so it wasn’t as if he was going to engage them in conversation.

Their positions reversed at the little cove before Nissi Beach. One of them had to stop to get a stone out of her shoe and so Andrew ran past them. It took all his willpower not to stare however. All of them looked as tall as Heloise, but not nearly as skinny. His peripheral vision caught some nudging and nodding in his direction. It was 6.50 in the morning, what was going to happen? He was going to invite them all to his room?

Snorting at himself Andrew kept on running. A man with more game might not have been put off by the hour but he was looking forward to a swim, so kept running round into Nissi Bay until he got back to the resort. Hands on hips Andrew slowed down to walk and let his heart rate slowly return to normal. So there he was, red-faced and sweaty, panting away when the three women came past. They didn’t say anything to him but they were not shy in giving him the once over. He nearly waved at them but 20 years of being him stopped such foolishness. Andrew retreated to his room, changed into his swim trunks and grabbed a towel before returning to the pool. He wasn’t sure that he could use the pool but went for the ‘better to ask for forgiveness than permission’ approach.

30 minutes later Andrew pulled himself out the pool. He couldn’t recall swimming outdoors before, and to do backstroke and see the clear blue sky above was just a great way to start the day. Brodie was going to beat him for being so cheerful if he wasn’t careful. Andrew had the towel draped over his shoulders walking back to the room to shower when the trio of runners came back the other way. He saw them approaching as they came round the bay. All three must have been 6’ tall, or close to it. Two of the three had blonde hair and healthy tans, the third had jet black hair and was paler.

In Andrew’s mind he was idly contemplating scenarios where he would strike up conversation, no worries as to the how given they were running on the beach and he was walking back from the pool. This was meant to be, don’t worry about details. Details such as the leg of the chair that he stubbed his toe on as he was too busy staring down the beach to watch where he was going. So how did the three fair maidens react when they saw him? They laughed, and not discretely, as Andrew hopped around nursing a stubbed toe. He retreated, with a hobble, their laughter ringing in his ears. Old klutzy Andrew did pop up at the most inopportune moments.

By the time he had showered and dressed he had laughed it off. What was going to happen that morning? ‘Hi, nice to meet you. Shall we say the same time tomorrow because I am off to work all day.’ Maybe the idea of staying at a resort wasn’t so smart. It was about ten minutes after 8.00 when Brodie hustled in. Okay, hustled was a stretch. Clearly the ransom had just been paid and he had finally escaped. Andrew said nothing and watched Brodie’s eyes light up when their waitress brought out two full English Breakfasts.

“Okay, you get one free fuck-up. Just one mind. Good call, I need this.”

Silence ensued as they both demolished the full plates. At 8.30 they were on the road, and 25 minutes later were standing in the MP station of Dhekelia Garrison. It was time for him to sit quietly and listen carefully.

Captain Chambers had flown out from Britain as Brodie had mentioned. He had caught the flight on Friday, taking the chance to spend the weekend in Cyprus. He came from the HQ of the Army Special Investigation Branch, one of the garrisons around Salisbury Plain. The Cyprus based investigator was Sergeant Houghton who knew the lay of the land, and had a decent relationship with the UN police based up in Nicosia. Brodie explained who he was before it came to Andrew.

“McLeod is a civilian employee, and a temporary one at that. Greenham and Molesworth have us stretched tighter than a fan belt and so he got sent out with me. It was him that overheard the comments at Worthy Down that triggered this.”

Andrew did his usual 20 second re-enactment and the other two looked thoughtful. Chambers spoke.

“It is not much but I can see why they don’t want to leave it alone. Can you imagine the stink if we have been screwing over allies, through the UN? Okay, it is not much but let’s get to it. John, have you been able to suss anything out as yet?”

“The Scots have been out since February last year, based at Episkopi. The Irish Rangers are stationed here and they replaced the Duke of Edinburgh’s two months ago. The troops based here split their time. Half the regiment stay here and man the base while the other half go to Nicosia. Three months in, they switch.”

“We are always in Nicosia?”

This was Brodie. Houghton nodded.

“Yes. Have been for more than 20 years.”

“20 years? I thought the invasion was in 74?”

“It was but there has been a UN force here since 64.”

“Christ, it really is Northern fucking Ireland. Okay, so Grey mouths off that the UN are short of clerks. How long have they been short? Is someone checking with the Edinburgh’s?”

“Someone is talking to them today. We should know if they were light as well, or whether this is only a couple of months of an issue.”

“Have you given it any thought as to what it is that Grey has managed to fiddle?”

Houghton looked at Chambers and they both shook their heads.

“Worthy Down are a bunch of paranoid officious bastards, and that reputation is well deserved. But they run a tight operation over there. Everyone knows that the squaddies will try it on in a heartbeat if they think they can get away with it. Sure we get notification if something comes to light but normally it just goes to the uniformed guys. There is no investigation. We deal with assault and the more serious offences from there, rape, murder, that kind of stuff. I have been sent out to assist the investigation but it is a learning experience at the same time. I know from talking to senior people at Worthy over the years that they keep a close eye on the clerks as well. So I don’t think he can be fiddling his own pay. That is all looked over pretty closely. When McLeod told us the three sentences the second one is exactly right, there are too many checks.”

Brodie sighed.

“How active are the Reds on the island?”

It was Houghton that answered.

“Very. They do a lot of driving around, a lot.”

Brodie’s look of confusion mirrored Andrew’s own at Houghton’s statement.

“There are detachments from seven western armies on the Green Line, three from NATO, four that are not. The Soviets are always nosing around. Then there is us here in the Base Areas. But the place they go past all the time is the cloak and dagger brigade up in the hills. There is a border crossing into the Turkish area beside it and because the Soviets have diplomatic plates they come through there a lot. We follow them without any pretence when they show up, we are so close it is an escort.”

Brodie asked the question Andrew was dying to ask.

“Cloak and dagger brigade?”

“Signals unit at Ayios Nikolaos, covers the whole of the eastern Med and the Middle East.”

It took Andrew until later in the week to understand this was a signals intelligence unit intercepting communications and was undoubtedly the most important unit on the island.

“You have both heard all the briefings. Do you think he has been turned by the Soviets?”

They were straying back to the areas of concern from the previous summer. But it was pervasive and real, the western military and intelligence services had been dealing with Soviet espionage for decades going back to the 1930s. There had been a lot of betrayals, a lot of treason and a lot of people killed.

“He talked about Nicosia being short. Has he been to this Ayios Nikolaos place?”

Houghton was sent off to start asking questions. They were still at the bullshitting stage of the investigation. Not sure where to look, not sure what they were looking for. It was after lunch before they started to get any answers. The signals unit was a permanently assigned regiment, they had been there for going on 40 years, before Cyprus even became independent. They had their own infrastructure and, given what they did, for the most part kept themselves to themselves. Later that afternoon Chambers got a call and found out that Grey had been ‘helping’ in Nicosia for at least 8 months. He had been at the UN Headquarters when the Duke of Edinburgh’s Regiment had shown up the previous December so he was well embedded. So it was a long standing problem but at least it didn’t involve the spies. The day was desperately tedious. They were sitting in Dhekelia and the self-proclaimed problem was in Nicosia. They needed to go there and start looking around. But first they had to sit around and talk some more. Hmmm.

“He is fiddling something. It is not pay and he doesn’t have any dealings with the Signals. So what? Is he selling kit? What do we have here that anyone would want? And we are on a fucking island. How do they get it off the island? There is no armour here is there?”

They were harvesting on a windy day. Sometimes Andrew surprised himself with how much business he understood, but he had several years of Doug, Brian and Creighton’s teachings so knew more than he thought.

“How is he getting the money? He is not fiddling pay and he is not fiddling allowances. ‘I have a sweet number going on with the UN, making some real money.’ So is he blackmailing our troops, the other UN troops? But the last line I heard was they were short of clerks. So it is to do with his job. Is there such a thing as petty cash at a regiment? Is there cash in a locked drawer or safe?”

Brodie and Chambers thought for a second and Brodie got there first.

“I am going to phone the boss, get the Scot’s CO to do a snap inspection of his clerks. Keep them at Episkopi for more than a week and we will go and start sniffing around in Nicosia. But I don’t know how the fuck we keep it from the UN guys.”

And there was the flaw in the approach. Trying to do this investigation of the quiet when it was a jurisdictional nightmare. There was no way they were keeping this quiet. The drive back to Nissi Beach was quiet but Andrew could tell that Brodie was thinking.

“Where is he getting the money from? You are right Jock, he said real money, which means more than his pay. So who is paying it to him and for what? Don’t turn off at the resort stay on the road, I need to think.”

Andrew could see where Vestie had gotten the habit from. They drove onto towards Ayia Napa before Brodie finally spoke up.

“I don’t get the money part, I need to think about it. Okay, let’s go back to the hotel. I am going to order room service and see if anything comes to me. I am going to skip the bar tonight. Breakfast at the same time.”

And that right there was the reason Andrew had pushed for the hotel. If he was on base he would be stuck, isolated and not able to talk to anyone. Whereas at least at the resort he had the chance to chat to anyone he wanted and was meeting Annie at the beach bar in a couple of hours. Suddenly the day seemed a whole lot less tedious. When Annie finally arrived at the bar Andrew thought she had changed her mind. But the problem had been that she had caught too much sun and was red. Now she was not badly sunburned but her shoulders definitely looked tender. By then it was the perfect temperature; the breeze was coming off the sea and so once they had finished their drinks they went for a stroll further west round the little bay.

“You sure you don’t want to come into Ayia Napa tonight?”

“What time did you get home?”

“Er. 4ish I think.”

“Up around noon?”

She smiled and nodded.

“Our schedules are all out of whack. I am meeting my boss for breakfast at 8.00 and will be in Nicosia all day. It just isn’t going to happen.”

Annie looked pouty.

“So why don’t you come back to my room now and I’ll rub some Aftersun on you?”

Annie practiced mock outrage on him but it was just the two of them. He was not sure who the performance was for.

“I’m sorry I thought you had come on holiday for a good time.”

They were still walking towards the little island at the mouth of the bay.

“Well yes I did come to have fun on holiday it just seems wrong to be chatting like this before the sun has set.”

Annie giggled and took his hand.

“Come on, that took a lot of persuading didn’t it?”

And with that they headed back towards the resort. Andrew tried not to smile too widely.

 

Chapter 2

When they got to the room Annie went straight out onto the deck.

“Bloody hell, the government paid for this? That’s pretty cushy.”

“Nah, I had been booked a small room looking out towards the garden. Since I am here for the month and had no flight costs I treated myself and asked for this upgrade. But I am paying the difference.”

They had refilled their drinks at the beach bar before coming up to the room so stood for a few minutes on the deck looking out over the bay. But they weren’t there for deep and meaningful chat.

“Those shoulders look sore. Come and lie on the bed and I will go and get the Aftersun.”

When Andrew came out of the bathroom Annie was lying face down on the bed looking over at him. Her sundress was over the chair and she was naked but for tiny little knickers. Her back was worse than her shoulders and she would need to be careful for the next couple of days. Andrew threw a couple of condoms onto the nightstand and then stripped down to his boxers and straddled her hips.

Despite the fact that they both knew why they were there, for the first 10 minutes he did gently rub the cool cream into her back, getting appreciative little moans in return. When Andrew asked her to sit up she did so without any coyness. There was no point in laying her back onto the bed, she would just stick. So Andrew sat on the bed, back against the headboard and had Annie straddle his thighs as he rubbed the cream onto her front, her shoulders, collarbones and down to the line where her bikini top had saved her. Once his amateur nursing was over Andrew put the cream down and started to caress her paler skin. Annie was carrying a few extra pounds but there was an earthy robustness to her. As he started teasing her nipples she inched up the bed and they started kissing. 15 minutes of Andrew feeling her up had them both ready for action. They were quickly naked and she grabbed one of the condoms and expertly wrapped him up. Annie knee-walked up the bed and eased herself down onto him. Their yeses were simultaneous. The first fuck did not last long, for either of them, which at least spared his blushes from popping quickly. But it was nothing more than an aperitif fuck, setting the stage for further action. Grabbing a towel to protect her back Annie sat beside him on the bed.

“Lying in the sun watching all these men, then a nice little buzz from a couple of drinks, followed by a good feel up, even if it was really nice of you to work on my sunburn. I needed that after that build-up.”

“I know what you mean. Although I didn’t have an afternoon of admiring the sights on the beach but 15 minutes of caressing you had me ready to go.”

“Yeah, there were a lot of tits on display today. Some of them don’t look they had finished school yet and more than a few were as old as me Mum. Not that a few of them shouldn’t have left some mystery, but good on ‘em.”

Andrew motioned to her tan line.

“You weren’t tempted?”

“Yeah but I have been chicken so far. The other three are all anorexic and I feel like a right heifer next to them.”

“Well it is a shame but at the same time probably for the best given how red the rest of you is. Sunburned tits must be sore.”

Annie’s smile was cruel.

“That is what the other three are finding out right now. When I left to go the bar they were all sitting around topless, moaning about how sore their tits were.”

“So do you want to pop back to your room? I could escort you.”

“Pig.”

“True.”

She laughed but only for a second as Andrew pulled her to her feet and lay the towel for her back at the end of the bed. Annie got with the plan in a hurry and there was no shyness as he knelt on a pillow on the floor and kissed his way up her thigh. Now Andrew got Annie there eventually but she made him work for it. It was a slow build-up, even although she had come already. But there are worse things in the world to take your time over. She was good at keeping him in the right place, there was lots of ‘right there’ and when he finally got her over the finish line he was pleased but also ready to go himself. Annie wasn’t Helena but she didn’t lie in a daze for minutes either. By the time Andrew was wrapped up she was back to earth.

“How’s the back?”

“A little bit sore.”

“Doggie?”

Her smile and acceptance were redundant as she flipped over. She reminded Andrew of Moira, wide hips and a big arse, he smiled at the memory. He also remembered that Moira liked to fuck hard. He built up the pace with Annie and it turned out she was into it too. He loved the ripple of flesh as he slammed into her. When Andrew came he toppled forward but put his arms out to stop crushing Annie to the bed. Once he had tied the condom off he flopped back onto the bed.

“Wow, it has been a while since I had a good hard fuck like that. You had a good hold and were going for it.”

“The view was inspiring.”

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Can I grab a quick shower?”

15 minutes later Annie was on her way back to her room. There were no promises to meet on other evenings or for a repeat. It was a holiday shag, good dirty fun, nothing more. Thinking about the alternative back at Dhekelia had Andrew laughing. His dreams were full of Annie and her big arse.

The following morning Andrew was better rested and wide-awake, after a full night’s sleep. As he started his run his thoughts drifted to the three tall girls from the previous morning. He kept an eye out for them on the run out to Ayia Napa but there was no sign. Laughing at himself he turned and headed back. It was a beautiful morning and Andrew loped along at his usual pace. The beach at the cove was not an issue and he was back at Nissi Beach having met no one and only seen a couple of people off in the distance as he was turning. It was a beautiful, calm, Mediterranean morning. Changing quickly he was out at the pool loving the sensation of swimming outdoors. If it stayed like this he wasn’t going to be doing front crawl for a month, it was magical just to backstroke away with a deep, clear blue sky above him. Now Warrender had a glass roof but Edinburgh did not have skies like this. Andrew’s watch was allegedly waterproof and as there was no clock at the pool he had to wear it swimming so that he didn’t stay too long. He reluctantly hauled himself out the water to find three very blatant stares from his three running friends. He grabbed his towel and wandered over.

“Good morning, I didn’t realise I had attracted spectators. I am Andrew, Andrew McLeod.”

The ladies were Finnish, and members of their U-20 World Championship volleyball team. Their training camp started the following week in Italy, where the Championship was scheduled to be held. The three of them were getting a chance for some relaxation before five weeks of controlled dorm room living. The blondes were Aino and Kerttu, while Lilja was the one with black hair.

“Aino forgot to set the alarm, otherwise we would have been out running with you this morning.”

Lilja made this sound like a capital offence. Andrew smiled.

“I have to admit I kept a keen eye out for the three of you as well, I was disappointed that there was no sign of you. Now though I have to go. I am out here working and am meeting my boss for breakfast in less than 20 minutes. Would you like to have a drink with me this evening? Tell me where you are staying and I will walk down and meet you there, or we can meet here, over there at the beach bar if you would prefer.”

Given that none of them had pen or paper and although they understood each other it was Finnish and Scottish trying to communicate, so they agreed on the beach bar at 8.00. Andrew watched them get back into their running rhythm before having to hustle back to his room for a quick shower. Brodie was going to throw him out of the car for being so cheerful that morning. Brodie was already in the dining room when Andrew made it to breakfast looking much more chipper than the previous day. There was little chat as they again quickly demolished breakfast and by 8.30 were on their way. Nicosia was an hour plus drive and Chambers and Houghton were going to go separately in a local SIB vehicle. Andrew waited for Brodie to give him instructions. And waited.

“Working at the British Sector HQ should not be an issue. I am trying to figure out how we can poke around at the UN HQ as well.”

That was the extent of it. No cunning plan, no dramatic insight, just let’s turn up and see what happens. On the weekend Andrew could look back and summarise what happened that Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Nothing happened. He had thought working at Earl’s Court with Susan had been boring but this was something else. He spent part of each of those days completely tuning the other three out and thinking about his project, he even got the chance to wrote out some of the ideas. He was grateful for the distraction. The other thing Andrew did to kill the endless boring hours was people watched. When he wasn’t thinking about his project he had nothing to do, was not included in most of the conversations and so stood at the window and observed.

Things had calmed since the invasion. But there were still armed Greek Cypriot and Turkish troops facing off across a no man’s land of varying widths. It varied between several kilometres where the two sides could not even see each other, and to the other extreme where someone with a good arm could throw a grenade and kill soldiers on the other side. And the UN, unarmed, were stuck in the middle trying to keep these maniacs from killing each other. There was lot to see and Andrew spent a lot of time watching the rhythm of the day. The routines of patrols, on foot, by bike, and in vehicles. Breaks, meals, dealing with the locals. Obviously this was a great place to go on deployment, it sure as hell beat getting blown up in Northern Ireland, but there was a busyness about the place. Lots to do, not that many men, there was no fat on this deployment.

Now of course Andrew watched all this not so much from a distance but isolated. As usual they were not talking to anyone else because they were trying to keep the investigation as quiet as possible. Like there was going to be any chance of that with squaddies about. They had probably sussed them out already. But the truth was Andrew didn’t need to be there. He drove Brodie to and from Nicosia and watched as the three of them went round in circles. So the first week of work was a wash out. It felt like they had made no progress. Every evening Andrew wondered if the volcano that was Chief Inspector Rob Brodie was going to erupt, but it never did. Brodie was in decent shape and so found the resort to his liking. He wasn’t icky, chasing the teenagers but instead he found solace with the fellow divorcees among the middle aged women at the resort, and out in Ayia Napa. He always made it to breakfast but he napped the whole way to Nicosia and often on the way back as well. Now it didn’t stop him being frustrated about the investigation but he wasn’t borderline psychotic like the previous year in West Germany.

Andrew’s own evenings that first week were fabulous. On the Wednesday evening before he and Brodie returned to the resort on the road into Ayia Napa they found the Cypriot equivalent of an off-licence and got some sold cold beer and wine. Keeping it cold was a challenge but it was good to have a cold beer out on his deck and watch the tourists as the day wound down. Andrew spotted the three Finns as they came round the headland and met them before they all hit the bar. A round of drinks later and they were sitting at a table doing the quick versions of their lives. Even in low heeled sandals or flats the three of them were tall women. All together they stood out even more. Aino was 5’10, Lilja was 5’11 and Kerttu was 6’1. Of course they did all that in metric but Andrew knew 180 centimetres was roughly 6’ so did the quick conversion. For tall women finding a man that is taller can be a challenge. The ideal of a man being taller than the woman in a couple was something that was orthodoxy. Where it came from Andrew didn’t know but having met many tall women over the years he knew that it was a source of frustration to them. And if a tiny women had snagged a tall man they took it as a personal slight.

What he did notice about the three of them was their athletic frames. There was a tightness, a fluidity to them that was noticeable. They were not super ripped or anything like that it was more they had a command of their bodies. All three of them were in sundresses and they were the epitome of health. The two blondes were tanned where as Lilja was much paler, she rivalled Andrew for paleness. Despite being so tall he had never played either basketball or volleyball at school. Heriot’s had teams in neither sport. But he had seen enough at the Olympics on television to know the basics. But no strategy. To be fair they weren’t interested in talking about volleyball with him either.

“You are lucky to be staying here for your work.”

Lilja had been taking lessons from Freya in questions in the form of statements.

“There is no luck to it. This is my second summer doing this kind of work. Often you end up stuck in some military base, not a member of the military and so you are isolated, often bored and lonely at night. So when they said we were coming here I persuaded them that we should stay away from the bases, we can’t talk about what we are doing so it would cut down on the questions. I could hardly believe it when they agreed. So here I am, able to provide morning entertainment for Finnish ladies.”

Two of them laughed but Kerttu muttered.

“There are worse things than being stuck on a military base for a month.”

There followed a minute of rapid-fire Finnish with laughter, mock outrage, the whole works. Andrew never found out what Kerttu was called but he could guess. It is a badge he wore as well. Once order was restored the conversation returned to English and to their present situation.

“You are a good swimmer. We came over to see if you were still there and when we saw that you were we just stayed and watched. We realised when we got back to the apartment that if it had been the other way round it would have not been very nice, creepy in fact.”

There was an apologetic shrug. He would think about that later.

“It allowed me to meet the three of you so it doesn’t matter. Are you hungry? Would you like to go for dinner?”

They decided to go for dinner but they wanted to walk on the beach first. It was Kerttu, the tallest, that brought up the height.

“It is nice to walk with someone who does not make us feel that we are strange for being so tall.”

“Is it that bad?”

In hindsight, given what Andrew knew from his conversations with Heloise, it was a stupid thing to say.

“It has been more noticeable maybe, this week because there are three of us. On our own it is not too bad but together we seem to get more looks. Although the star of the team, Helmi, she has it really tough. She is two metres tall.”

That was about 6’7”, the second tallest person Andrew had heard of other than Lars.

“Wow, I know only one guy taller than that, two metres five. But his wife is only 165cm.”

The pah’s of disgust were telling, tall women took tall men with short wives as a personal slight.

“But with someone your size Andrew I could wear heels if I wanted. It is just nice to have options for a change.”

Andrew was listening to them talk with interest, thinking about comments like that. He was walking on the beach with three fit and athlete women. Where was this going? Was it going anywhere? Kerttu was talking about going out in heels. Once again not being in Dhekelia seemed a great call. The conversation carried on back and forth between the four of them as they walked through the hotel and out of the grounds. There were a couple of restaurants close to the resort, and they picked the one that could seat them immediately.

“You said this was a summer job, are you still at university?”

Andrew nodded.

“Yes I am. I am an engineering student. What about you?”

He watched the three of them as they talked about their own university courses. Aino was the quietest of the three and it was more obvious when she explained that she had only just turned 18 and would be starting university in Tampere, her home town, when she returned from Italy. She was going to be studying Finnish Literature. Aino seemed shy but she did have a quick wit about her. Lilja was the oldest of the three at 20 and was a drama student in Helsinki. This was obviously her last year on the team and she herself did not think she would make the full woman’s team. Her dress was the shortest and it highlighted her powerful legs. Kerttu was between them at 19, the tallest of the three and the one with the most accented English. Which given Andrew knew exactly no words of Finnish he wasn’t going to give her shit for. She had completed the first year of a business degree at the largest university in the country, the University of Helsinki. It was a fun night out with the three of them although he had resigned himself to nothing happening. But they were hunting in a pack, Andrew just hadn’t realised yet was that he was the prey. They were finishing their beer and wine when Lilja sent the calm evening veering off a cliff.

“Do you think we are attractive Andrew?”

Thankfully he didn’t have a mouthful of beer or Aino, sitting opposite him, would have been wearing it.

“Of course I do.”

“Don’t say ‘of course I do’ Andrew. Explain to us why you think we are attractive.”

If the acting career didn’t work out then Lilja had a future as an interrogator. She was sitting there with a look of impatience and Andrew was getting no help from the other pair. He didn’t know if this forthrightness was a Finnish characteristic or whether he was just lucky.

“Okay since I appear to have no choice in this. I like that you are tall and athletic. I love how that dress shows off your powerful legs for example. You are all clever as you are at either university or college. I like that you don’t conform to the normal rules of expecting the man to make all the moves. As to why you are attractive, I either think that you are or you are not. Let me give you an example. In the last two years I have gone out with two women both 185cms (6’2”). But one I found that we had nothing to talk about and I never went out with her again and the other one is still a good friend. I find you attractive because you are assertive, I find Aino attractive because she is shy and I find Kerttu attractive because she worries about being so tall. How’s that?”

He sat back and watched the three of them look at each other. They were too polite to talk Finnish in front of him but Andrew could tell that they wanted to. He made it easy for them and excused himself to the toilet. When he came back out he stopped and stood at the end of the bar where he could see the three of them arguing back and forth. Aino spotted him and he was waved over.

“You didn’t have to stay away.”

“But it was so much fun to watch the three of you. This is where I tell you that I can secretly speak Finnish and I know what you were talking about.”

Whacks were multi-national and as nobody was buying his line they were duly administered. Andrew settled the modest bill over their objections and asked the restaurant to call them a taxi. When it arrived he was hugged and kissed by Lilja and Kerttu but when they were on their way in the cab Aino was still standing with him. Somewhere in the universe a stick hit a man and Andrew heard the echo.

“That is a shame, you seem to have missed the cab.”

With a smile Aino slipped her arm through his and they walked back onto the resort grounds and over to his room. Her smile widened when she saw the balcony and the view.

“This is nice Andrew. We have a crammed room overlooking the car park.”

He opened a bottle of red wine and poured them both a glass before they stood at the balcony railing looking out. It was peaceful without being quiet. They could hear laughter and cheers and the distant sound of music but it was a background track.

“So dare I ask what the heated discussion was about?”

On her own Aino’s personality shone through.

“You know very well what we were talking about. I am looking at him.”

She took a sip of wine.

“We all came across tonight to check you out. I don’t think any of us expected to have such a relaxed time with you. We have all seen these squealing boars who think they are something special.”

That took a moment to clarify, as far as Andrew could tell it was the Finnish equivalent of a posing peacock.

“So we were prepared to check you out but then you were nice, funny and at the end of the night generous. So the three of us went from not sure about you to all fighting over you. And not backing down. So you saw the end of the negotiations. I get you tonight, try to act surprised when Kerttu is here tomorrow, and Lilja is threatening to ravage you all night on Friday.”

By the end of this she was giggling. Andrew had to laugh.

“And you think I am that easy?”

“Oh yes, we know you are that easy.”

Aino Niskanen may have been quiet when she was with Lilja but on her own she was witty and chatty and ready to have some fun on her holiday. She was from a different country and had different prospects in life than Annie from the previous evening; but she was on holiday and she wanted to get laid. Uncomplicated, emotionally meaningless sex. Andrew really needed to send Superintendent Lester a thank you note for agreeing to letting them stay there rather than the Base. He didn’t know it at the time but right at that moment Brodie was having the same thought and for the same reason. Hmmm.

Aino had a wonderfully toned body. She was not heavily muscled but there was an overall tightness to her. When Andrew ran his hand down from her small breasts and across her hips to her thighs there was the sense of power there. And she really liked getting her pussy eaten, she really like it. If Andrew had not stopped and climbed onto the bed, he would be there still. He heard a few words of what sounded like contented Finnish before Aino rolled onto her side and smiled at him.

“You are good at that.”

She wanted a good taste of herself as they kissed for a long time. When they broke apart he reached for a condom and Aino took it from him and scooted down the bed. Wrapping him up she edged back up his body before sinking down in one long steady motion. Her smile grew wider.

“Ooh nice. I can feel that wide head.”

It was tough to preen in his position but Andrew tried. His hair trigger had eased over the years and now it was no longer a necessity for him to pop first before he could last. Well Aino and her flexing pussy were wreaking havoc with that plan. Andrew was back to differential calculus to try to hang on. When he finally came it sounded like Aino was torturing him.

“You looked and sounded in pain there Andrew.”

He confessed to have been teetering on the edge for a while before he finally came.

“So now that you have come for the first time you will enjoy it more the next time?”

Imagine the scene, it is a beautiful warm night on Cyprus and a tall, blonde Finnish woman is whispering this in his ear as she caresses his cock and balls. Andrew’s refraction period was suddenly a lot shorter than he originally had thought. Aino just looked pleased with herself.

“Oh I am going to enjoy the second time a lot. You need to get your head down, arse up, hands braced against the headboard.”

By the time he was safely wrapped her arse was impatiently gyrating back and forth. Andrew grabbed Aino’s hips and pushed his rock hard dick into her warm, wet but tight pussy. The contrast to the night before was amazing. Annie had been lush and fleshy whereas Aino was tight and firm and powerful. It wasn’t a battle between them but there was a mutual pleasure in their fucking. He had been in control the previous evening but that night was much more mutual. He saw Aino centre her left hand and her right slipped between her thighs. He didn’t know what she did to her clit but the squeezing orgasm that coursed through her body was his own undoing. Clean up involved dropping the condom on the floor to be dealt with later and he flopped down on the bed beside her.

“That was good Andrew. Yes.”

After a few minutes lying there feeling proud of himself Andrew got out of bed, tidied the debris of their coupling and cleaned his teeth. Once he was done Aino borrowed his toothbrush and then they fell into bed. It was a warm evening, too warm to cuddle up, so they lay side by side a sheet covering them from the waist down.

Andrew woke up the following morning stabbing Aino in the arse with his morning wood. During the night they had somehow ended up spooning. Despite the naked temptation lying in his bed he eased out of it and went to the toilet before starting his exercises. Fortunately for him he did his push ups first because a naked Aino sitting on the end of the bed watching him was diverting his blood flow, the sit ups were accompanied by a giggling commentary. She scampered off to the bathroom while he got changed for his run. He wasn’t sure they were going to run, or at least not until he got Aino back to her room. But she was made of sterner stuff.

“I don’t normally run in a sundress but I will be fine. It will be a slower pace as I will be barefoot but we are not going to just walk back.”

She was right. It was more of a jog than a run but it meant that they could talk as they ran and there was something about doing the run of shame home as opposed to the walk of shame that was intriguing. She laughed when he explained the concept to her. When they got to the path up to her apartment Lilja and Kerttu were waiting for them. Aino peeled off to go to the apartment to change into her running gear and the three of them carried onto Ayia Napa. Aino would join them on the run back.

“We weren’t sure that you would be running this morning?”

Andrew smiled but didn’t say anything.

“What no response?”

“It is good to see you both this morning. You look lovely.”

“That’s it?”

He didn’t know what the Finnish word for phooey was but whatever they muttered to themselves seemed to express that sentiment. Of course his interrogation was merely deferred until Aino joined them at which point Andrew was entirely superfluous as far as they were concerned. That morning there was no hesitation in blatantly talking Finnish in front of him. Clearly there were going to be no secrets at the end of the run. But the quicker pace on the way back stopped the chat and they ran together all the way back to the resort.

“We are going to carry on for a bit, see you at the pool when we get back.”

Andrew walked up to his room letting his breathing slow and recover from the run. By the time he was back at the pool he was feeling good and with the three of them still over on the far side of the bay he eased into the pool and lazily swam back and forth. This time he kept an eye out for them and cut his swim short when they returned. He was brazenly eyed up as he walked over.

“I feel like a gazelle meeting three lionesses.”

Lilja just licked her lips.

“What are the plans for this evening? Where shall we meet?”

“Can we go into Ayia Napa tonight? There are a couple of good clubs.”

Andrew shrugged his acceptance. Not his ideal but he could cope for a couple of hours.

“Sure, but I do have to work on Friday so I can’t stay out until 4.00 or anything like that.”

Kerttu pulled a slip of paper from the pocket of her shorts.

“Here is our address for the taxi driver. 8.00?”

It was all agreed and with a smile and a wave they headed back towards the town. He watched them go and was completely busted when Aino looked back over her shoulder.

As mentioned earlier, nothing happened at work and Brodie slept the whole way to Nicosia and didn’t say much on the way back. At present they had been sent to Cyprus for a holiday. Thursday evening Andrew had a quick nap himself when he got back to the room. He was showered and dressed and out the front of the resort in plenty time and showed the taxi driver the address of the complex where the women were staying. He had okay English and knew where it was. When Andrew walked up to the apartment door he was greeted with miles and miles of legs. All three of them had mini dresses on, and the longest was only mid-thigh. They looked stunning, especially Kerttu.

“That is a look of approval.”

All three of them kissed him and they walked down to the cab. Andrew knew he was tall but felt about ten feet tall as he walked with them. He had not been in the town itself, although the three of them had spent a day there at the start of the week. They were dropped off in the centre of the town and with tourist towns the world over all, the shops were still open. They strolled the streets of the town, just enjoying being out, Aino and Lilja walking in front of Kerttu and Andrew. There was a plan and he was clearly expected to follow it. Aino stopped outside a store and her and Lilja were pointing and chatting away. When Kerttu and Andrew caught up to them he saw that it was a shoe store. He looked down at their feet; nice but sensible flats or sandals. His impulsive nature sprang into action. Without saying anything he took Kerttu’s arm and walked into the shoe store. It was a store in a cheap and cheerful tourist resort and so the shoes were nice without being high end or ridiculously expensive.

“Andrew, what are you doing?”

“Spoiling you.”

“What? What do you mean?”

Aino and Lilja were now standing with her and all three were looking suspicious.

“Last night you bemoaned the fact that you can never wear heels when you are out because you are conscious of your height. So tonight I am going to buy you each a pair of heels before we go out for dinner. You can be as tall as you want.”

He had expected at least token resistance but instead he thought Kerttu was going to cry she looked so happy. Although the other two looked skeptical they were also now looking around at the selection of shoes. Now he had done his share of shopping trips with women but the three of them were quick and decisive that night. The lady running the store spoke good English and so Andrew asked if she would store the sandals for the night and let the women come and collect them the following day. She didn’t even blink an eye at the request which made him think it was not the first time she had been asked that. 23 minutes later Aino was wearing three inch heels and Lilja was wearing two inch heels, meaning the two of them were both now 6’1”. But the girl with the biggest hang up, Kerttu, had the tallest heels. It was Paris with Heloise all over again. She had found a pair of four inch heels and was the same height as him. And she loved it. Andrew was worried she was going to go over on an ankle, her coach would have been horrified he was sure, but Kerttu just held his arm tighter. There was a lot of staring. The word ‘glamazon’ was not in popular usage at the time but looking back that was what she was. Tall, endless legs on top of high heels, blonde, tanned, lean and fit. And with such an air of happiness. They found somewhere for dinner and once they were seated the questions began.

“Why did you buy us shoes?”

“Why did you let me buy you shoes?”

There was a Finnish stand-off for a moment before he answered the original question.

“It seemed like a nice thing to do. Sometimes I have these impulsive moments. As I saw you and Aino looking in the shop window I remember Kerttu’s comment from last night.”

They pondered that, well Lilja pondered it. Aino was smiling at him and Kerttu was not even paying attention to the table, she was looking down at her shoes.

“It seems like too much. We hardly know you.”

“True, but I am out here for work with accommodation and food all paid for. I don’t drink much so being impulsive like that is not a big deal. To see the three of you so happy was worth it.”

Andrew could see that it was still nagging at Lilja but she let it go. Dinner was fun and very flirty. The way Kerttu was behaving he was not sure they were going to end up at the club, it might be straight back to the resort. But they braved it for an hour, maybe a little bit more. For the most part it was fun and a serious turn-on. Andrew danced with Kerttu about half the time and split the rest between Aino and Lilja. They would have stayed later but as the club got busier the girls were dealing with more guys. Kerttu at 6’5” was gawked at but not hit on as much but the other two spent more time fending guys off than dancing, at least near the end. He had no hold over the two of them and since they were going to be on their own that evening he was surprised that they wanted to leave as early as they did.

“I have never been pestered in a club as much as tonight.”

Lilja checked her dress and had Aino check the back to make sure she wasn’t doing an inadvertent flash.

“I know. What was with those guys. Even some of the small ones.”

By that she meant the guys who were only 5’10. Ouch. Andrew guessed that it was nothing more than confidence and attitude. Rather than be conscious of their height, they had accentuated it and that confidence just came through when guys saw them. It was the best he could figure it out but he saved that explanation for the morning. They reached the taxi rank and after a moment or two of haggling got a cab to take them out to Nissi Beach. Aino sat in the front and Andrew completely blocked the driver’s rear view mirror by sitting in the middle with the other two sandwiching him. His legs were on the edge of Aino’s seat, everyone was squished in. When the cab got to the apartment Kerttu said she was going to quickly change for her running gear for the morning.

“Go and pack your running gear but keep the dress and shoes on please.”

Andrew had spots on his eyes Kerttu’s smile was so bright. Five minutes later she returned with her running gear in a small bag. It took several harrumphs from the driver to break them apart at Nissi Beach and Andrew led Kerttu up to his room. Just as Aino had the night before she stood out on the balcony looking out over the bay. It was later and other than the faint sound of music coming from the bar at the far side of the resort the beach was quiet. There was an occasional faint squeal or laugh from someone down at the water’s edge. But there was no one in sight.

As Kerttu stood there, looking out at the view Andrew leant against the door frame of the room admiring his own view. Her dress was a simple sundress, nothing fancy, spaghetti straps, and reaching below her arse cheeks, but not by much. Kerttu’s legs were simply stunning, tanned, toned, and just endless. The heels did wonderful things for them. He turned back into the room and stripped down to his boxers and grabbed a condom. She started to turn as he came to stand behind her but he put his hands on her hips and kept her looking forward. Reaching under her dress he pulled her skimpy knickers down over her bum and gravity had them pooled at her ankles moments later. She carefully stepped out of them.

“You look fantastic standing there. Just so elegant, with these impossibly long legs.”

Andrew kissed her neck his hands roaming over her hips and stomach.

“Arch your back for me.”

“What?”

“Arch your back.”

“Why?”

“So I can do this?”

His dick was sticking through the fly of his boxers, and now that it was wrapped up he pushed it against Kerttu’s pussy. What was amazing was how it just slid in. Kerttu was warm, wet and very turned on.

“Andrew, what are you doing? Someone might see.”

“Who? And what would they see? A couple cuddling together enjoying the view.”

He slowly started to fuck her and Kerttu groaned deep in her throat.

“Oh that is so good, oh right there.”

Her pangs of hesitation succumbed to the moment. The arch of her back became significantly steeper and she started to fuck him back. Were they as discreet as they thought they were? Probably not but they did not see anyone, no one clapped or shouted up to them and so if there were any voyeurs out in the dark of that Cypriot night, they were quiet and unobtrusive. It helped that it was not a long fuck. The added excitement of doing it out on the balcony had them both struggling to contain their groans within a few minutes.

When they got inside the room Kerttu was hot to trot and as soon as Andrew had disposed of the condom she pushed him back and proceeded to suck him back to life. A new condom was on in a flash and she straddled him sighing when she was all the way down. She proceeded to enthusiastically instruct him in what she wanted done to her but sadly it was all in Finnish. He confirmed later that ‘vittu minulle’ was fuck me, as he had got that from the context, but other than that her instructions fell upon deaf ears. Now their hands were intertwined above Andrew’s head, Kerttu’s kisses were desperate and their hips were pistoning away, so he was fulfilling her demands anyway. He pulled his hands free and grabbed her hips to get extra purchase and the two of them rutted furiously. There was no intimacy, no subtlety, it was a hard rutting. When Kerttu felt him start to come her hand found her clit and just as he was finishing she came as well. She rolled off him and again Andrew’s disposal technique meant more work later. Oh well.

“Aino was not wrong.”

They needed to head to Italy, otherwise his preening would know no bounds. Andrew almost started to doze off but dragged himself out of bed, dealt with the condoms and went through to the bathroom to clean his teeth. His toothbrush was approaching communal status but five minutes later they were both back in bed in almost the exact same position as the night before.

“Set the alarm 15 minutes earlier than this morning. Aino wished she had a chance for a quick one this morning. I am definitely going to be up for that tomorrow.”

Again Andrew had his instructions and after changing the alarm time they both fell quickly asleep.

 

Chapter 3

There is nothing like waking up to find that you are getting a blowjob. There is always that sense of ‘am I dreaming this or is it real?’. When it turns out to be real then you know it is going to be a good day. When Kerttu realised that Andrew was awake she went straight to the condom box. There was no mucking around.

“Aino said doggie was great.”

And with that she assumed the position. 90 seconds after waking up Andrew was once again getting instructions in Finnish. It didn’t matter. All three of the women had strong thighs and muscly solid arses. Not big but firm. Their athletic frames through their core could take a good pounding and just like Aino, Kerttu was fucking him as much as Andrew was fucking her. The slaps as his hips bounced off her arse echoed round the room. Kerttu came but he managed to hang on and fucked her through it but his sense of superiority lasted all of a few moments as Kerttu’s long arm reached under them both and her fingers started stroking the boys. Andrew went from 0-60 faster than his Ferrari. He sat back on his haunches letting the spinning world settle back on its axis, with a long lithe Finn lying naked on his bed. Looking fucking fantastic. They got out of bed and after quick trips to the bathroom were dressed in their running gear. Kerttu folded the dress as carefully as possible and put it on top of her new shoes in the little bag.

“Will you take it down and put it by your towel? I will get it on the way back to the apartment.”

Kerttu stretched as Andrew did his exercises out on a flat area beside the beach.

“Those heels were lovely but I can feel it in my legs this morning.”

They started slower until Kerttu felt that everything was stretched okay and then slowly picked up the pace. Aino and Lilja saw them as they approached and set off so that by the time Kerttu and Andrew had caught up with them they were also warmed up. Everyone was going at a decent pace so the Finnish chat was short, and he presumed to the point. From when they turned at the edge of Ayia Napa until they were back at the resort they said nothing. Andrew peeled off as usual and the women carried on without comment. The routine was set. Remembering to bring Kerttu’s bag he put it down with his towel and eased into the water. The pace had been faster than his usual and as a result he was up for nothing but a languid cruise through the water that morning. The three of them were back quicker than he had expected but they waved for him to stay in the pool as they walked round cooling off and drinking some water. When Andrew pulled myself out of the water, to the accompaniment of the usual staring, the three of them were sitting on the edge of the sun loungers.

“Is everything okay?”

“We are fine but I think we pushed too hard at the start. Plus none of us are used to wearing heels so all our calves are tight. We don’t want to strain anything or worse rip a tendon so we are just going to walk back, take it easy. We’ll be fine. What would you like to do tonight?”

“I don’t care. It is your last night, what would you like to do?”

“Before last night I would have suggested clubbing again but I don’t know what was with the men.”

Andrew explained his theory of them just wearing an air of confidence and from that they were more poised, more relaxed, more attractive. This was met with initial skepticism but he could see them trying to find holes in the argument without any luck. Andrew didn’t know if he was right but it was as good a theory as anything.

“Is there somewhere to have dinner near your apartment? Or would you like to go back into town? I really don’t care.”

In the end they decided on the same start to the night, he would collect them from the apartment, head into town and then they would wing it from there. It was as good a plan as any. The three of them didn’t hobble away but they were being careful as they walked back towards their apartment.

It was 8.10 when Brodie sat down but Andrew just nodded and kept eating. Brodie’s breakfast wasn’t as hot as when it came out but he didn’t look like he cared. Andrew asked no questions and got told no lies. The day was no better than the previous two and Brodie had no chat on the way home.

“I am going to sleep in tomorrow morning so I am going to skip breakfast. How about the bar at 1.00?”

Andrew thought he would have been stuck with Brodie all week but in fact he had barely seen him away from work. Vestie and Andrew had been able to build up a bit of a rapport, the beginnings of some kind of friendship. The gap both in age and in mindset with Brodie was too big. So far this trip Andrew had performed the function of being his driver, and not much else.

His Friday night followed the pattern of the Thursday down to having the same cab driver. When he got to the apartment the women were all ready to go. They were back in their flats or sandals and explained that the heels were nice but they were not used to them and needed to be careful in the run up to the tournament. They had spent the afternoon shopping and all had new dresses which for Aino and Kerttu were tight and flattering. But Lilja appeared to have bought only half a dress and it was indecent in the most promising of ways. Plain black, modest at the front but bare from neck to the top of her arse cheeks at the back. And it was short. As in careful how you sit down short. She looked fantastic.

They were dropped in the centre of the town again and strolled the streets, in no rush to find a place to eat. For most of the tourists it was the last night of the holiday and so there was a manic energy to the place. That might be a nice way of saying everyone was drunk off their heads. They wandered with no plan but ended up down by the little harbour and found a small seafood restaurant that could seat the four of them. Now the place was packed and the table was really only designed for two so dinner was a hilarious balancing act. Half way through the main course Lilja came and sat in Andrew’s lap which rather than make things simpler made everything even more confusing. But the food was great and they had a fun time. Once dinner was finished and they were back out at the harbour both Aino and Kerttu engulfed Andrew in huge hugs and kissed him soundly but then headed off into town. It was the last night of their holiday and they were off to have fun. He and Lilja watched them walk off up the street before she took his hand and led him further west. It was less than 400 metres before he recognised where they were, the point where they turned on their morning run was just up ahead.

“Would you mind if we took our time and just walked back to the resort?”

“Not at all, it is a great idea. It should be quiet away from the traffic and the crowds.”

At first they walked in silence but eventually Lilja started talking.

“Thank you for this week Andrew. The holiday has been fun and you have treated us too well. Did you feel you had to buy us the shoes, or pay for all the dinners?”

His guess about Lilja’s qualms was right.

“No. I was being truthful when I told you about the shoes. I am just sorry that you were all sore today because of them. I am staying here for free basically and the job is a complete bust so far. I think that is the bit that I haven’t made clear. I am suffering a bit of a guilty conscious for even being here. Other than driving my boss to Nicosia for the last three days and Dhekelia on Tuesday I have done nothing worthwhile. So spending a little money on the three of you, with no expectations by the way, is.”

Andrew stopped.

“I don’t know what it is. So the first night I bought dinner, which wasn’t much anyway. But I was slow on the uptake as to what the three of you were up to. It was only when the two of you drove off and Aino was standing there smiling at me that I got with the plan. And she told me the allocation of the evenings for the rest of the week that night.”

Lilja smiled.

“Yes, you are right. I am just being silly. I don’t like it when men buy me a drink or dinner and expect sex afterwards. You have acted nothing like that, it is just my experiences from the past that are giving me pause.”

Her smile got wider.

“So what did Aino tell you was the plan for tonight?”

“She mentioned something about you wanting to ravish me until dawn.”

There was no false coyness with Lilja.

“Yes, and that was before I heard what you were like from the others. I plan to sleep on the plane.”

They walked past the path up to her apartment but Lilja didn’t even give it a glance.

“We have all been meaning to ask you about the hat and long sleeved shirts. And we have seen you are very pale, as pale as me.”

Although it wasn’t a question Andrew knew what she was asking. After all these years he wasn’t bothered about telling people he had survived cancer so gave Lilja the medium version, more than the basics but no in-depth details. As he spoke her hand squeezed his.

“We wondered but didn’t want to bring it up. Where was it?”

Andrew lifted his shirt so she could feel the faint marks from the surgery. He didn’t say anything but waited for her to tell him.

“My mother died of skin cancer 10 years ago. That is why I never tan. There has been no sign of it with me, and I have been told it is not hereditary but I am very cautious in the sun. It is me who gets the other two up for the run so early so that I can be out of the sun when it gets hotter. I suppose coming here wasn’t the smartest idea when I stop and think about it.”

“Well you have done a good job of staying pale. I will show you the specialist brand of sunscreen I use. If you are interested you can see if it or an equivalent are available in Finland.”

Lilja put her arm round his waist and they walked along enjoying the closeness between them. They came to the cove before Nissi beach and walked on the sand down at the waterline. They were not alone and there were several couples doing the same thing but once out the cove were once again alone.

“I have tried to not talk about it but Kerttu told us about the balcony. Aino was so jealous and as we are walking along I am thinking about it more and more. It sounded so risky and exciting.”

As she was talking Andrew thought about the previous evening. The timing had been much later, there was nobody about, at least that they saw or were aware of. He looked up to check the moon, it was less than a quarter so there was not a lot of moonlight. All he would need was a small stool, or something to equalise the heights. Lilja caught his smile.

“What was that smile for?”

“You’ll find out.”

All sorts of vile tortures and torments were promised but Andrew remained resolute and eventually she realised that she was just going to have to wait. They were on the home stretch now, round the headland and into Nissi Bay, the resort ahead of them. There were only a few people about and there would be intermittent wafts of sound as the door to the bar and disco opened onto the patio. Before they got as close as the pool he stopped and pointed out where his room was. From their vantage point it was partially obscured by trees. Now that she knew where the room was Lilja kept an eye on it, checking to see how exposed it was as they walked back. Rather than cut through the resort grounds they stayed out at the waterline on the beach and it was only when they were right in front of the block of rooms that you could get a clear unobstructed view of the balcony.

Once they got to the room Lilja was a different woman. As the door closed behind them Andrew was shoved unceremoniously against it and the kissing started. Lilja was frantic, it is the only word to describe it. She wasn’t joking about ravishing him until dawn. He worried that he might not last until midnight. She turned and he was told to undo the hook at the neck of the dress. It parted at the shoulders and she shimmied out of it, her knickers following a second later. Andrew hurried to keep up with her and she was waiting on the bed with the condom by the time he got my trousers and boxers off. She wrapped him up and then lay back. Andrew needed no second invitation.

It was sexual athletics, there is no other way to describe what they did. Lilja’s pussy was hot and slick and he plunged balls deep in one strong thrust. Andrew felt her ankles hook behind his lower back and it was a fight from then on. Lilja didn’t say much but she also didn’t blink much either. She had an unnerving stare of passionate intensity. Without saying a word she had him wanting to show her his A-game.

At first they were playing by her rules. Her ankles behind his back, her thighs a constant heavy pressure on his own, every stroke a sexually charged fight between them. But sometimes the big old brain kicked in at the oddest moments. Andrew smiled and pulled her legs apart before bending Lilja in half, the classic pike position from diving, and upping the pace. Thank god for butterfly practice went through his mind. They still had barely said a word to each other, the muscles in his stomach and thighs were aching and he could feel a monster load bubbling up. Bending Lilja even more he leaned down and kissed her and as he started to come every pulse was a brutal thrust of his hips into her.

When there was nothing left Andrew carefully pushed himself off and flopped down on the bed beside Lilja. He watched as she unbent and stretched her hips and tummy, raising her arse off the bed to stretch out the muscles. He tied the condom off and threw it out the way. When he lay back Lilja was lying on her side, her head resting on her right hand, looking at him.

“I wanted you from the moment I saw you in the pool on Wednesday morning. I have been waiting three days for my turn, having to listen to the other two go on about how good you are in bed.”

She leaned over and kissed Andrew for a very long time. An intimate kiss. There were unshed glistening tears in her eyes when they broke apart. She shook her head almost like a dog shedding water and the moment passed.

“They weren’t exaggerating. You surprised me with your strength, you had me bent in half like I was some rubber toy and you were just fucking me hard. Like you needed to be any more perfect.”

He let her babble on and she calmed down as the endorphins were absorbed by her system. She went from manic to placid, all it took was a serious fuck. Once Lilja was calm and relaxed Andrew grabbed his pillow and knelt at the end of the bed. Her smile as he beckoned her down the bed was something to behold. She scooted her bum down the bed and draped her legs over his shoulders. When a woman knows that you enjoy eating pussy, and more importantly are good at eating pussy, when you start to eat her pussy you are more than half way there. The psychology of the moment works for you. Aino had told her about their time together and so when he beckoned Lilja down the bed, her body was on notice that it was going to come. Now it wasn’t a 14 year old boy hair trigger but a competent pussy eater was going to make the woman sing. Kerttu’s chant was vittu minulle whereas Lilja kept shouting herranjumala. When Andrew asked later what it meant he was surprised to discover that was Finnish for oh my god.

As he was lying between her thighs he did have a momentary thought of ‘what the hell does that mean’ but then Lilja tried to crush him to death with her thighs and he decided to focus on survival instead. Lilja had the strongest, most muscly legs of the three of them. Aino’s were powerful, Kerttu’s were long and defined but Lilja’s made Aino’s look puny. As with both of the others there was not an ounce of fat on her, there was a feminine covering over a strong powerful musculature. To be able to get someone so powerful to beg for you to stop is intoxicating. There is no other way to describe it. Some of Andrew’s smaller partners over the years had talked about the power women get with a blowjob. The ability to control a man, to bend him to their will. So he sort of got it, just the other way round. He wanted to feel her try to crush him, to know that there was nothing she could do. Now it also felt at times like he was running in front of a bull at Pamplona and it could end in tears at any moment. But that night he didn’t slip and get gored and instead tormented poor Lilja until she shoved him away with such force that Andrew fell back on his arse. It was the third orgasm that did her in, tongue on her clit, right hand fingers stroking her g-spot and left hand fingers pressing down above the g-spot from her pubic bone.

He washed his sticky face and filled a glass of water and took it through to her. Putting it down he held Lilja until she started to make sense. They sat up and she guzzled the water, and another glass that he went and got for her.

“You are just showing off now. What did you do at the end there? I came so hard it was painful.”

Andrew explained his theory about it being the top side of the g-spot and by pressing down it made the g-spot feel even more intense. But he also acknowledged it was complete guesswork. Lilja lay in his arms for a long time just enjoying the closeness. As they lay there Andrew had been looking round the room seeing what was available for his plan. Initially he was disappointed that there appeared to be nothing that would do. But then something caught his eye and with Lilja looking on with intense curiosity he went and checked the small chest of drawers.

A modern piece would have been some IKEA copy with a thin bottom that would have not withstood even half the weight. But this was an old fashioned dresser, and most importantly, solidly made. He pulled the drawer open and stuffed the shirts that were in it into another drawer. Flipping the drawer over he carefully stood on it to see if it would hold his weight. It seemed perfectly fine, nice and solid. Ignoring Lilja’s questions for the moment Andrew flipped the light off and slid open the door onto the balcony. He placed the drawer, upside down, about 18 inches from the balcony railing. Walking back into the room he took Lilja’s hand and walked her to the edge of the room, she was standing in the doorway out onto the balcony. He stood behind her and placed his left arm over her tummy.

“I don’t think I have explained to you the type of woman I like. You see what I want in a woman is not red hair or big tits or a small arse or anything like that. What turns me on the most is an intelligent woman. A woman who knows how to think. What I love to do is challenge smart women, getting them thinking. And most of all I like to get a woman’s intelligence and her secret desires to act like a Trojan Horse. Plant that seed of an idea, that deliciously naughty idea, and let her do the rest.”

HIs right hand gently rubbed Lilja’s temple at the side of her head. The universal location for indicating smarts.

“So Lilja Ylonen let me whisper my idea to you, give you the choices and then let’s see what that smart mind of yours decides to do.”

Lilja had forgotten how to breath.

“Behind us is the bed, safe away from prying eyes, but where is the danger in that. Too easy, too much like home.”

He caressed her stomach occasionally teasing lower.

“Beside this door tucked in the corner there is a chair, where I will be sitting waiting. I am achingly hard and will be wrapped up ready for you. All you have to do is straddle me, lower yourself onto me.”

Andrew placed his hand over her heart.

“I can feel your heart beating faster, that frisson of fear, what if someone sees your pale skin in the moonlight. But you are not a guest here, you leave the country tomorrow, and all they can see is your back and bum. Who would ever know it was you?”

He paused and let her think about that.

“Of course that is barely more risky than fucking in the room isn’t it.”

He stopped again.

“Do you know what the best part about smart women is? I don’t even need to say what the third option is. You know what it is. You can see it right there. But thinking about it is one thing hearing it is another. I fucked Kerttu against that railing last night, right where the drawer is. She had her dress on and was wearing her heels and I was in my boxers so it was two lovers doing nothing more than cuddling and enjoying the view. But tonight I don’t want to enjoy the view, I want to enjoy you instead. I want you to walk past me sitting in the chair and stand on the drawer and look back at me. I want to see the lust on your face and want to see you arch your back as I come up behind you. I want to fuck you right there, at the front of the balcony where anyone could see our pale skin.”

Andrew circled her temple again.

“Isn’t it terrible being so smart?”

He stepped away but came back for a second.

“And so competitive.”

He walked over to the chair and wrapped up before sitting down to see what Lilja would do. He knew what she wanted to do, he just waited to see whether she had the nerve. Lilja never took her eyes off him as he sat in the chair before smiling widely and sashaying to the front of the balcony. She didn’t scurry or scuttle over quickly trying to get it over and done with. Instead it was a walk of a woman in control, who knows what she wants. She carefully stood on the drawer before turning back to look at Andrew.

“I need you to come over here and fuck me hard. Right now.”

Their blatant exhibitionism lasted all of a minute. He didn’t know what regulates the temperature of a woman’s vagina but Lilja’s was molten. They were so worked up that Andrew was impressed that they lasted a minute. He tried to knock Lilja off the balcony he came so hard and had to lean past her and hold the rail to steady himself. After regaining control of his faculties and limbs he made to return to the room but Lilja stopped him.

“Stand behind me and hold me Andrew.”

Standing straight upright they stood there, stark naked, for another minute, almost daring someone to come past and see them. Finally Lilja stepped off the drawer and they returned to the room. She followed him through to the bathroom as he disposed of the condom and they cleaned their teeth. Unsaid was that they were done for the night. Five minutes later Lilja was trying to get comfortable to talk to him so he boosted her up onto his chest. She was a similar weight to Suzanne and he knew he could cope with her for quite a while. Once Lilja got comfy she looked at him.

“Nothing is what it seems with you Andrew. When we saw you on Tuesday morning you were just this pretty boy tourist. When we saw you up close on Wednesday you were still just this body. But the last couple of days have perplexed me. As you will have noticed, I am the bossy one, the one who is in charge. Yet I find myself lying on you completely confused as to how to feel about you. I am never likely to see you again, this is the classic holiday fuck and forget but yet it feels more than that. Ignoring all the rest of the week the last 30 minutes were scary in how they made me feel. I was petrified someone would see us and yet I wanted someone to see us at the same time. That is fucked up. And you are what we call paholainen, the devil. You flatter the woman by talking about how intelligent she is but then you do exactly, exactly as you promised. Turn the woman’s mind against her. I imagined myself as you spoke.”

She leaned down and kissed him again. For a long time.

“I need to be back at the apartment by 9.00 as I need to pack before we go.”

“Not a problem. It is a three minute drive and I have a car. I would run you to the airport but it is one of those sports hatchbacks. There are two seats in the back but it would never work for you. Three gymnasts maybe but not three volleyball players. But I will drive you over in the morning.”

“Set the alarm for 8.00 please Andrew.”

They both smiled at her request and Lilja slid off and cuddled against him.

Once again Andrew woke up stabbing the woman in his arms in the arse. But it was a purr of pleasure rather than any complaint that greeted him. He rolled onto his back and fumbled around with the condom. Plucking it from his fingers he was expertly wrapped up and then Lilja dropped on him. There was no gentle lowering it was just an immediate impalement. Their fucking started off gently lots of rolling hips and kissing but then she grabbed his hands and smacked them on her hips. Andrew got the hint and the pace increased until they were both coming hard. She hopped off to let him deal with the condom before joining him in the bathroom. She looked at his watch.

“We have to leave in less than 30 minutes. What are we going to do?”

She didn’t even bother putting a towel down for her knees not that it would have been necessary. The look on her face was clearly ‘hurry up and get hard so that you can fuck me even harder’. Once again his youthful refractory period was accelerated and once he had passed inspection she bounced up onto her feet and dragged Andrew through into the room. She grabbed the condom and helped him get wrapped up. Then she stood close to him, eyes blazing.

“I want to remember this for a long time. Make it memorable”

No pressure then! Her arse was already high in the air and Andrew tried to never disappoint a lady. Later he remembered he had once fucked Suzanne where he was in a kind of trance and became an automaton. That was him that morning. He held Lilja’s hips and the next thing he was aware of was her hand against his stomach pushing him away. His body ached, his dick ached, he was drenched in sweat and 25 minutes had passed but he had no recollection of it. It only ever happened one more time, just those random moments where he was in another place. Lilja was regaining coherence and looking at him in concern.

“Are you okay? I couldn’t get you to respond. It was if you were here but your mind had gone.”

“I am fine, I am sorry I frightened you. Are you okay?”

She giggled which calmed his nerves significantly.

“Andrew, I am a complete mess. I can barely stand. I need to be careful what I wish for. You were hard and relentless it was awesome though a little scary at the end. I will need the five weeks of the Tournament to recover. That was the fucking of my life.”

Andrew was too concerned about being out of it to appreciate the sentiment but the long hug and deep heartfelt kissing calmed him some more. Five minutes later they were walking hand in hand across the car park to the car. As he pulled out onto the street Lilja got a pen and a piece of paper and wrote something down. It was just three minutes to her complex so when he stopped the car she handed him the paper.

“I would like to keep in touch with you. Would that be okay?”

“Sure. Do you have another piece of paper? I will give you my address as well.”

She handed him a second scrap of paper and Andrew was suddenly faced with the dilemma of which address to give her. He smiled as he wrote down the one that made the most sense. When he handed it to her she looked at him in surprise.

“You go to Cambridge University?”

He nodded.

“How has this not come up?”

“I don’t know we haven’t really talked about university when we have been chatting. I told you I was an engineering student but I didn’t say where and then the three of you helped me understand the geography of Finland when Aino talked about Tampere. After that we never revisited it.”

Lilja shook her head. They got out the car and Andrew walked her up to the apartment. The other two were home, alone, but were still fast asleep. With a final kiss and the promise to write he left Lilja to play mother with the two of them and headed back to the resort. He went straight back to bed.

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