Bailey's Beach

by Matt Coolomon

  Gino keeps watch through into the kitchen while listening to his neighbor rattle on and responding to him distractedly. He’s confused by what he’s feeling. He and Ray are close. They have grown up together and are best buddies. Sofia has always been friendly with Ray, but in a sisterly way. She often gets around the house in her pyjamas or a nightie and robe or something, and never bothers to get dressed if it’s only Ray or his brother visiting. She’s never worn the short satin robe with him around before, though. She’s never worn it other than with Gino and after a bath to cuddle up watching TV, and only ever when she wants sex.

  Sofia goes to the sink and is tidying away the dishes from breakfast. Ray is leaning over the counter watching her while Gino continues talking with his neighbor, now about the new model four wheel drive wagons of various makes, and the pros and cons for each. Sofia keeps glancing over and eventually approaches to edge in front of Gino and say hello to their neighbor.

  Gino is at a complete loss and just squeezes his wife’s shoulders, looking down at her tits and from them to the older man’s eyes boggling through his glasses as he checks them out. Sofia is pressing back lightly against Gino’s package. He doesn’t understand why he’s becoming erect – whether it’s the soft warmth of his wife’s bottom or the fact that his cousin and neighbor are getting a look at how hot his woman is. He’s been thinking about the resort and what Sofia said about wanting to go topless – about whether he could handle it.

  Gino has his fingers beneath the neckline of the flimsy little wrap his wife is wearing. He’s still holding and squeezing her shoulders as she chats with the older man about his garden. He massages with his thumbs and is conscious of his fingers edging open the neckline. Sofia’s hand lifts and touches one of his, squeezing gently. Her soft little fingers pull at his, encouraging him to open her wrap further, or so he imagines. Her other hand grips his thigh as she squirms back against his erection. The older man’s boggling eyes keep flashing to her tits.

  Ray’s car fires up in the driveway. Gino huffs a breath and shakes out of his trance. “Right. Gotta go,” he says and pulls Sofia away from the door, closing it on their neighbor, who is still yabbering away and getting a final look up and down Sofia’s body.

  Gino is about to question his wife but she plants a kiss on his lips and shuts him up. Ray revs the car, shaking the house with the power of the engine’s roar. “Just go!” Sofia says and pushes him away. “Try and get a booking for Monday!”

  *

  The Calais Gino and Ray are buying to modify and muscle-up is advertised to be in poor condition but it’s ideally priced for them to make money on. They’re on their way to pick it up. It takes a couple of blocks drive from home before Ray breaks the silence.

  “That was fuckin’ interesting with Sofia this morning, bro. She’s gettin’ into the mood for the resort, eh?”

  “Sort of, I guess.” Gino has to clear his throat. “My wife’s fucking hot – what can I say!”

  Ray chuckles. “Got that right, lucky fucker! That’s not nothin’ new though. I’ve always thought she’s hot. Everyone does.”

  Gino looks at his cousin. “Yeah – so? You’ve gotta get used to blokes checkin’ out your chick when she’s hot. Blokes are always checkin’ Sofia out.”

  Ray glances from the road. He shrugs and glances again. “But I ain’t never seen her dressed like that before. Fuck, man, she only had panties on under that gown thing, huh? I saw ‘em when she sat on the stool, and she never even tried to cover up.”

  Gino’s cock has flexed beneath his arm across his lap. He swallows hard. “Yeah, well, panties and that don’t show any more than a bikini. Like we always say, right?”

  “Yeah sure. They don’t show more, but chicks must feel different, huh? Like, they make it harder for you to see their panties, and their bras too, although they don’t seem to care so much about showin’ their bras anymore. Like with that chick there!” Ray motions to a teenage girl walking across the pedestrian crossing they have stopped at, wearing a loose-fitting singlet top with the huge arm holes clearly displaying her black bra.

  “Plus, I’ll be checkin’ out what bra Rebecca’s got on this morning, you can bet on that,” Gino boasts. Rebecca is the receptionist at his work. He’s calling in on his way home.

  “Fuck yeah, Rebecca’s hot too, bro. She’s workin’ this mornin’, yeah?”

  “Yeah – hope she’s got the little black skirt happenin’ today too. She knows I like it, eh!” Gino goes on, chuckling. “That’s when you know they wanna show off their fuckin’ panties when they’re wearin’ tight little bits of material like that.”

  Ray chuckles along but ends up just nodding to himself for a moment before glancing across at Gino again. “So, you’re used to guys checkin’ Sofia out then? Like, you’re okay with it, yeah?”

  Gino’s chest tightens, his heart rate lifting. “Yeah, I guess.” He takes a breath and expels. “I mean she’s mine, right? I’m the one who gets to fuckin’ have her proper.”

  “Exactly,” Ray agrees, nodding and shrugging a little. “So, you don’t mind me checkin’ her out a bit, do you, bro? Like if we’re hangin’ with you guys at this resort and she’s gonna be like she was this mornin’ – all fuckin sexy ‘n’ that?” Ray glances again. “I mean, unless it got to ya and you wanted me to back off, that is.”

  “Why would it get to me?” Gino shoots back, the hair lifting on the back of his neck and his face flushing. “I can fuckin’ handle it, man! Don’t fuckin’ worry about me with shit like this. Long as I get to check out other chicks as well, it’s all fuckin’ sweet, eh!”

  Ray’s smiling. “Just to check ‘em out eh, bro? You reckon you might actually get onto Rebecca one day, or what? Fuckin’ nail her in the store room or somethin’! Hahaha,” he chuckles away to himself.

  “Yeah, might fuckin’ give it to her one day,” Gino boasts, fisting his package. “Hey, baby, nice rack!” he yells out through his open window to a woman walking along the beach esplanade in shorts and a micro-bikini top. She scowls at him but he sticks his tongue through his split fingers at her, ogling back out his window as Ray drives away.

  “I think this is it here,” Ray says and turns down a side street, pulling into an apartment building.

  *

  The Calais is there parked on the road, the owner sitting on the steps waiting, it seems. They pay for the car on the spot and Gino drives it home, stopping in at work -- a car hire franchise where he is employed as the mechanic. He approaches, smiling over the reception counter at young Rebecca. She has a button on her work-issued green blouse open but clutches the garment closed as she acknowledges Gino. “What?” she challenges him. “What are you doing here today?”

  Gino produces the brochure. “See if you can get me a booking for Monday?”

  The girl rolls her eyes. “Call them yourself? It’s got nothing to do with me.”

  “Aw, come on, baby, you know you love lookin’ after me,” Gino goes on, craning for a look down her blouse as she releases it to make the call.

  She looks up at him, putting her hand to her chest again. “For how long?”

  “Six nights. Gotta be back at work Monday.”

  Rebecca completes the booking, checking how many rooms are required and confirming the booking for two adjacent units facing the lake. She leaves Gino standing there and retreats into the back office holding a hand over her bottom and glaring back at him checking her out – as she always does, giving him a laugh.

  Gino climbs back in the rattly Calais, which fires up in a puff of black smoke. He drives slowly home, trying to keep the noise of the busted exhaust to a minimum and hoping not to draw the attention of several police cars he passes. One of them follows him for a while but he eventually just roars past glaring at Gino.

  He parks the Calais in the workshop down the back yard, positioning the thing over the pit in readiness to pull the exhaust apart. He inspects the engine with the bonnet raised when he sees the guy from across the
street there in his kitchen. He can see the upper part of his body through the window. He’s chatting and laughing. Sofia approaches beside where he’s leaning back against the sink. She reaches up to grab a couple of mugs from the cupboard, still in her satin robe, with the guy’s eyes all over her.

  Gino’s face and neck heat, his chest tight and his gut clenched in a mixture of anger and some weird kind of excitement, the kind he was experiencing earlier when his cousin and neighbor were checking Sofia out. Gino rationalises the situation, recalling he had asked this guy, Brett, who is a plumber by trade, to come check out the hot and cold water lines to the sink. They’ve been rattly of late, and there are a few signs of corrosion and a slow leak.

  Sofia remains standing beside the guy while going through the process of making coffee or tea. Gino can’t see below their chests. He can just see that Brett is watching Sofia’s chest quite blatantly. She turns a little and is facing the window more directly while sipping from her mug. Gino can see her satin robe is still tied but it has become loose and is sagging open a little, one of her shoulders almost bare.

  Gino has an erection. He can’t fathom why. He climbs a metal ladder to a mezzanine floor and opens an aluminium louvered vent to look through. Brett has lowered to his knees and is working under the sink. Sofia is standing there sipping from her mug, chatting away. She puts down the mug and leans over to look in under the sink. Her robe gapes open and reveals her breasts. They’re right in Brett’s face. He glances at them, doing a double-take and having a longer look the second time. Gino squeezes his cock through his shorts. His wife is still looking in under the sink but her hand goes to her chest and presses her robe closed. She looks up and over her shoulder, and to Gino’s shock another guy steps into view. He’s older, maybe 40 or so, and heavily-built. Gino can’t recall ever seeing him before.

  This older man is touching Sofia’s arm as he leans in to point at something beneath the sink. He’s positioned behind her. She peers at his face there at her shoulder. She’s blushing fully, her eyes wide and her teeth biting her lip. Gino glares through an old pair of binoculars he happened to have sitting up there on a shelf. He quickly wipes the lenses with his tee-shirt then focuses again. The two men have stood and taken mugs from the sink. Sofia is clutching her robe between her breasts, with her mug in her other hand. They’re all chatting and Sofia looks giggly, her blush having subsided, though.

  Gino breathes a little more easily. He watches while the conversation continues and the drinks are finished. He waits up on his mezzanine for a half hour or so, until the two guys have left the kitchen and Sofia returns to rinse the mugs and wipe down the sink. Confused and agitated with himself, he climbs down the ladder and strides up to his house. He’s ready to rip in and tear strips off his wife when she turns from the sink to offer a dazzling smile at him.

  “What?” he demands.

  She looks to the window then back again. “Did you enjoy that?”

  Gino feels his face redden. He frowns. “Enjoy what? Who was that fuckin’ guy anyway?”

  “Oh, you mean Greg, Brett’s new business partner?” Sofia moves close, slipping her arms around Gino’s waist. “They knocked on the door as soon as you left. I didn’t have time to get dressed properly.”

  “But, baby, they got a fuckin’ eyeful. I could see from down the back.”

  Sofia giggles into Gino’s ear. “I know you could. I saw you up there in your loft, watching me.”

  “Yeah, well, I dunno know what the fuck I was watchin’ that for. I can’t believe you’ve been here this whole time yabbering away with them.”

  “Hmm, you mean like this?” Sofia asks, plucking at the neckline of her robe. “Aren’t we going to that resort, though? Don’t you want me to practice being sexy like this?”

  “Aw, fuck, Sofe, this is fuckin’ nuts,” Gino complains as his wife grabs his cock and squeezes it through his shorts. “I don’t even know what the fuck’s happenin’.”

  “I think you’re just feeling what I’m feeling, Gino. It’s exciting teasing these other guys, don’t you think?”

  “Teasin’ them? Like, cos they can’t have ya and I can, ya mean?”

  “Uh huh, that’s what I mean,” Sofia breathes into a kiss. “Do you like showing me off?”

  Gino gulps. “Yeah, I guess.” His cock is fully erect and flexes in his wife’s hand. “But just showin’! That’s all, yeah?”

  “Yeah, of course. Just as a tease for them, and for us too, maybe?”

  “Yeah, you’re fuckin’ teasin’ all right, baby. You’re fuckin’ killin’ me.”

  “Well take me to bed and fuck me,” Sofia breathes into Gino’s ear. “I’m real wet right now.”

  Chapter 1:3

  “It goes back as far as I can remember, Simon. All the way back to the church camps and gettin’ fiddled around with by one of the priests and a couple of the young seminary guys, that I can recall. It’s all a bit of a blur thinking back, really. Probably blocked a lot out.”

  “Jeez. That shit happened to you?”

  Wes Bailey huffs an outward breath and nods, shrugging a little too. He rubs at the remnants of his dark curly locks. He is in his late 50’s and almost completely grey now. His friend Simon sits staring at his feet, shaking his head. He’s a huge, powerfully built man – Wesley’s driver, pilot and bodyguard, if need be.

  Carlton is sitting across the room with his iPad open at the bar. His jaw has dropped. He always thought his boss was a bit odd with his nudist resort and swinging, and all this alternative stuff. He had no idea Wes had suffered any kind of child abuse and has certainly never talked about it before. Wes always seems so in control and confident, like nothing would ever phase or rattle him.

  “How old were you?” Carlton tosses over.

  Wesley looks up from having slipped into a reverie, it seems. “Early teens. Got out of it at 15 when I ran away from home.”

  “Holy shit,” Carlton exclaims. “That’s fucked up, boss.”

  Wes chuckles into a sip of Scotch. “Tell me ‘bout it.”

  “I’d never have thought,” Simon adds. “You seem… I dunno, like you really got your shit together, obviously.”

  “Yeah, what ya gonna do, lie down and cry about it?” Wes returns with another shrug. He looks to Carlton. “Nothing like the kind of camp we want for these teens you’ve got coming, right? How are you going recruiting your staff?”

  “Yeah good, boss. Got four good candidates to interview. Three of them are women.”

  “And the kids?” Simon asks. “Is it a boy’s camp or co-ed?”

  “Mostly boys, but there is some girls too,” Carlton answers, pulling up the list of names he has registered to arrive within the week. He’s been allocated a section of the Bailey Beach Resort to set up a youth camp. It’s something he has always wanted to do, since spending a lot of his own youth in detention centres. He had been shocked when Wesley offered the site and funding to build permanent accommodation and facilities a few months back. Everything is suddenly making sense.

  Carlton continues quietly working away there at the bar while the older men chat amongst themselves. Simon probes for more information, and Wesley explains how his father passed away when he was just a young kid and that his mother had too good a social life to have any time for him, sending him to boarding school then to church camps during the holidays. The fascinating thing about this, to Carlton, is the fact that Wesley’s mother has just moved into one of the best units in the newly-built retiree’s area of the resort.

  Bailey’s Beach is a local name for a small cove on Lake Carpelligo. Wesley purchased the bushland property over 20 years ago and set up a small naturalist facility. He won favor with the local council by investing in the town’s tourism infrastructure and gained permission to allow his visitors to swim and sunbathe nude at his beach. The small community of regular weekenders from the city established and grew. Two years ago Wes cleared more land and built a family-friendly part, with its own pool and play ar
ea, sectioning off the pool and spa area for the topless patrons. The general theme of the whole resort remains openly sexual, though. The nightclub and bar have secluded booths for the swinging couples to meet and get friendly with one another, as long as any sexual activity is kept discreet. Some distance away there are separate facilities for youths and children, allowing for couples with kids to come along and vacation knowing their children will be well taken care of so the adults can enjoy their exciting vacation in peace.

  Carlton puts away his iPad and leaves the two older men to their Scotch and chat. He goes downstairs to the main reception foyer and jumps in a golf buggy, driving out to his new building site and checking on the earthworks in progress. He has a temporary facility set up ready for the first group of youths, portable cabins for sleeping and a converted aircraft hanger as a clubhouse. He has builders installing kitchen and dining facilities, and spends a while checking on their progress and helping out a bit with the removal of a demolished section of the hanger.

  After finishing up a busy days’ work, Carlton showers and has a meal at the main resort restaurant. He receives persistent glances from a middle-aged woman seated with her husband and another couple having dinner. He returns her glances each time, giving her a wink as he finishes his wine. All four of the guests end up looking over at him, so he approaches and takes the woman’s hand. Her husband sits up stiffly, unable to speak, and watches as Carlton leads her away towards the stairs to the lower level of the main resort building.

  “Okay?” Carlton asks the woman. Her hand is shaking within his grasp. “This is what you want.”

  She nods, gulping heavily. “Yes.”

  “Did you see my website?”

  “Yes,” she answers, blushing.

  Carlton leads her along the lower-level corridor to his playroom. He opens the door to darkness and the red glow from three viewing booths positioned along one wall. He switches on the soft lighting and waits in the open doorway, motioning for the husband to come along the corridor. The other man and woman are there too, and approach with him. Carlton ushers them to the viewing booths, the couple taking one and the husband taking another.