I couldn’t make out much but I nudged Ian and whispered “Look to your left as we walk back”. We turned around after a few paces and looked again as we went by. This time I kneeled down to pick up something I had pretended to spot and was able to make out that her panties were a pale blue colour and seemed to cover her stocking tops.
As I picked up some bits of seashells, Ian said “Alex, I saw them and I know where they put out the washing to dry, do you want to see sometime?”
What a stupid question that was! Did I ever. As I looked again, she caught my eye and some flicker of understanding passed between us, or so I imagined, and I thought I saw her legs open a bit more.
Ian and I walked on a bit further, then we turned and walked back, but, by then, she had put her knees down and pulled down her tweed skirt.
