Chapter Eleven
Ian slept long and soundly, waking in time for lunch and a stroll on the veranda of the bar overlooking the pool, before settling down for beer and cricket.
He was enjoying his new found freedom to ogle passing females, as well as his secret silky attire, though at one point he caught a strange look from another patron. He realised that the panties were quite high cut and his shorts sat low, allowing a sneak peek if his t-shirt rode up without him noticing.
Strangely though, he cared little. It felt avant-garde and slightly risqué. It hinted at a s*x life that was more than just run of the mill and they didn’t hurt his balls.
After a couple of hours he got a call from Laura. “How’s the beach?” he asked.
“It was fun, but we had to move on. The vibe wasn’t quite as ‘relax
