Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2012 17:45:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Brian Roberson Subject: A Summer Abroad part 6 This story is total fiction. Saint Sebastian Island, the characters, andf the events are all fiction and hooey. Please do not read if you are unable, unwilling, or unauthorized to do so. "A Summer Abroad" VI "Martha" Josh and Mark woke up in the early morning. Aunt Mary had come back to the villa and passed out drunk in the bedroom at some point during the night. She could be heard loudly snoring in the bedroom. The boys got up, peed, slipped on a pair of shorts, and went to the kitchen to cook up a little breakfast. They then grabbed their towels, goggles, and suntan lotion and headed back to the beach. When they arrived, they stripped and both dived naked into the ocean. They floated under the water in the turquoise sunlight amongst the schools of fish and the coral. Lobsters and sting rays could be seen scurrying along the bottom. At one point a large eel went swimming by. The boys eventually exited the underwater paradise and returned to the beach. They sat on their towels and took turns slathering themselves with sun tan lotion. By now, tourists were filing down onto the beach, setting up umbrellas and beach towels, and diving naked into the waves. Josh and Mark sat and watched the tourists as they arrived. They were mostly older couples. Some were sitting in beach chairs while reading, others were putting on suntan lotion. One couple had set up a complete breakfast on a beach towel and sat in the sand while they talked and ate. As he watched the scene, Josh heard a child's voice with a British accent behind him. He turned around and saw those two British kids from the day before with their mother. The kids were nude except for flip flops and were carrying towels. The mother had on a bikini top and a pair of jean shorts, and she looked like she was in her very late twenties. She had light brown hair and freckles just like her kids did. "Hello!" The boy Michael chirped with a wave. Josh smiled and waved back. "Mum! It's Josh, the American I told you about!" He said. "Hello." Josh smiled. "Hello! Good Morning!" The woman smiled. "Mummy, I want to go into the water." Emily said. "Let's set up here!" Michael said as he dropped his towel next to them. The woman put her large beach bag down. The kids kicked off their flip flops and began running into the water. "Kids! Be careful in the water! Don't go out too far!" The mother said in her British accent. The kids slowed down a little, and then plunged into the surf. "I swear those kids are part fish!" She said as she sat and began pulling towels and other items out of the beach bag. "I'm Martha. Nice to meet you." She smiled as she held her hand out to Josh. "Josh." He said as he shook her hand. "I'm Mark." "Josh and Mark! I think I should be able to remember that!" Martha then slipped off her bikini top and her breasts spilled into view. Mark gazed wide eyed as she got up, dropped her shorts, and stood naked as she put her clothes into the beach bag. Both of the boys noticed that she had a shaved pussy and a small rose tattoo on her right thigh. She then pulled out a large beach towel with a picture of The Beatles on it and spread it onto the beach. She then plopped down into a sitting position, and began putting suntan lotion on herself. "I'm kind of embarrassed to say this, Martha," Josh said as she did all of that."But I'm afraid that I can't remember your kids names." "Michael and Emily. Michael is eight and Emily is six." She said as she slathered herself with suntan lotion. Mark had to fold his arms in his lap to hide his boner while she rubbed the lotion all over herself. "Michael was showing off the starfish he found yesterday, that's how I met him." Josh smiled. "Yes, he was very proud! He wanted to keep it as a pet and I told him there was no way, so we all took it back into the sea. I told him that you always have to make sure not to put it on it's back so that it can crawl off." She said. "You're from Yorkshire, right?" Josh asked. "Yes we are. There's not too many starfish in Yorkshire!" Martha laughed. "There's not too many in Utica, New York either!" "Is that where you are from?" "Yep." "Is that where you are from, too?" Martha asked Mark. "Yes." Mark replied, his voice cracking into a squeak, much to his immediate embarrasement. "Michael and Emily had never met anyone from America before. They were real excited about that. I'm always glad to meet anyone who speaks English in this place." Martha said. "I don't think I have met anyone from Britain either." Josh said. "I have. We had a woman on our street once who once lived in England. She died in her house and they didn't find her until five months later. I heard it was pretty gross." Mark said while he stared at Martha's tits. "So what brings you to St. Sebastians?" Martha asked Josh. "We're here with my Aunt. You?" "I was here nine years ago on my honeymoon. We divorced last year, so I decided to come back this summer. Sort of a victory lap of sorts I guess you could say." "I'm sorry to hear that you got divorced." Josh said. "Well, it wasn't my decision so much as it was his." She then cupped her hands over her mouth. "Michael! Emily! Don't go out to far!" She yelled at her kids who were splashing in the water a few yards out. "We're here because my Aunt is a talent agent. One of her clients is Justin Duhame, and he lets her use his villa when he's not here." Martha turned to Josh in shock. "Justin Duhame? The actor?" "Yeah, my Aunt Mary is his agent." "Oh my God! He's my favorite actor! I love his movies! I must have seen 'The Rat Trap' twenty times!" "I've only seen 'Krakon Levy' because everything else he's in is rated R." Josh laughed. "Wow, I didn't know he had a place here." "Yeah. He's shooting a movie this summer so he's letting my Aunt use his place." "I've seen 'The Rat Trap'." Mark said. "Have you ever met him?" Martha asked Josh. "No, I haven't." Josh said. He was noticing that Martha was sneaking glances at his dick here and there. "You know who else lives here is Frederick Giles. I think Dame Mona Gilbert has a place here too." Martha said. These were British actors whom Josh wasn't too familiar with. Josh knew that quite a few celebrities actually stayed on the island. Martha's kids both shrieked and ran out of the water to their mom on the towel. "There's a jellyfish! A jellyfish!" They both exclaimed as they plopped down onto the towel with her. "Kids! Off the towel! You're getting it all wet!" She said, and they both stood up. "Michael, all you have to do is just swim around it. As long as it doesn't touch you you're ok." Josh said. "Here. Show me how!" Michael said as he grabbed Josh's arm. "It looks like you've been drafted, Josh!" Martha smiled as she dried off Emily. "Come on" Michael said as he tugged at Josh's arm. Josh smiled as he got up and was lead into the surf by Michael. The two of them swam out into the ocean, and Josh soon saw the jellyfish floating in the current. Josh showed Michael a little defensive paddling move with your arms that he knew how to do to keep the jellyfish away. Michael repeated the move and seemed to soon have it down. They then returned to the beach. Martha was sitting and combing Emily's hair and Mark was sitting on the towel with a peeved look on his face. Josh sat back down on his towel. To his surprise, Michael sat down on the towel with him between him and Mark. "Michael, come sit over here." Martha said as she patted the space on the towel next to her. Michael got up and sat on the other towel so that he was now between his mom and Josh. "Who's he?" Michael asked Josh while he motioned at Mark. "Michael! That's not polite! Why don't you introduce yourself?" Martha said. "Hello. I'm Michael." He said to Mark. "I'm Emily." Emily said from her mother's side. "Hi. I'm Mark." "You have braces." Michael said. "Yeah, I do." Mark said, sounding slightly annoyed. "What happened to that French boy you were with yesterday?" Michael asked Josh. "I'm not sure. I guess he's at home. He'll probably show up on the beach here soon, I would imagine." "He seemed nice." Michael said in a way that seemed to imply that he didn't think as much so of Mark. After a few minutes, Josh decided he wanted to walk over to the cove and go swimming among the rocks, and hopefully see Etienne. He asked Mark if he wanted to go over there and he said he did. They got up and grabbed their stuff. After saying there goodbyes they walked over towards cove. They then heard Martha call out to Michael. They turned around and Michael was following them. "But I want to go with them!" Michael said. "Don't worry, Michael. We'll be back in a while, and then we can go swimming again. OK?" "Ok." Michael said reluctantly as he turned around and sulked his way back to his mother. Martha waved to them with a smile and Josh waved back. They then began walking towards the cove. As they walked, Josh would periodocialy look down at Mark's meaty looking dick flapping around. "Martha seems really nice." Josh said. "She's a bitch." Mark said. "A bitch? How is she a bitch?" Josh asked with an annoyed expression. "She wouldn't even talk to me. While you were in the water with her bratty son she didn't say a word. I even lost my hard-on because of it." "Maybe that's because you're talking about dead British women rotting in their houses to her. Did that even really happen?" "That's not the point. She just wanted to talk to you because your Aunt is Justin Duhame's manager or whatever." "She's his agent, not his manager." "Whatever." They soon reached the cove after passing several sunbathing couples and a small group of young women. Both Josh and Mark were starting to realize that everyone's nudity was becoming less and less noticeable. Mark didn't notice that the girls were naked until they had already walked past them. The cove was deserted, so they put their towels down, put on their goggles, and dived into the blue water. After an extensive session of exploring the coral (they discovered a small cave that was pretty cool), they decided to go back to the beach after a pair of loud French men invaded the cove and began doing cannonballs into the water and scaring off all the fish. They got out and walked back to where Martha and her kids were, but they were nowhere to be seen. They put on their shorts and returned to the street above. Josh wanted to go over to Etienne's house, but Mark said he was hungry and wanted to get some lunch. Josh guessed from the position of the sun that it was about noon. Aunt Mary was up and offered to take the boys to lunch at a seafood place a few blocks away. There was then a rattling knock on the front door. Josh went to answer it, and to his surprise, saw Martha and her two kids there. Josh saw that the kids were wearing t-shirts, shorts and sandles. Michael had a beach hat on. He hadn't ever seen them wearing any kind of clothes before. Martha had on the same shorts and bikini top that he had seen her in that morning, except that she also had on some sandles and a pair of sunglasses. "Oh...! Hi Martha!" "Hello Josh! We came by to see if you wanted to have lunch with us!" "Hi Josh!" Her kids both said together as they waved. "Hi!" Josh said to the kids. "How did you find the place?" Josh asked Martha. "I just asked in one of the cafe's where Justin Duhame's house was and they said it was this one. I don't think that secrets get kept very well here." Martha grinned. "Well, we were actually about to go to lunch too. Maybe you can join us, would that be all right?" "I think that would be lovely!" Martha said. "Let me ask my Aunt and make sure it's ok." Josh said. He then went to find out from Aunt Martha if it was OK to do so, and she said it was. The six of them then walked through the winding streets above the main drag and wound up at an Italian seafood restaurant. Aunt Mary regaled Martha with stories about Justin Duhame and other clients of hers over a bottle of wine and heaping plates of seafood pasta. Josh kept the kids entertained and Mark sulked by himself at the corner of the table and waited for the whole thing to be over. After lunch, the group went on an extensive nature hike. The center of the island, which was also it's highest point, was open and fairly wild. It had been a farming area for centuries, and was now an unofficial archeological preserve of sorts. It was somewhat like a hole in the middle of a donut. Several hiking trails criss crossed through the weeds, the palm trees, the cacti, and the scrub brush. The most interesting feature of this part of the island was a small group of Roman ruins, although centuries of the islands inhabitants pillaging the ruins for building materials had left only one intact column, a partially buried marble floor, and several random, scattered parts of buildings and columns here and there. The single column stood up in the middle of the ruins like a sentry. Insects could be heard buzzing all around, and grass hoppers were all over the place. Martha's son spent the bulk of the time chasing after grasshoppers, and then running back to the group to proudly show off whatever he had captured. It was blazing hot out, so the group began threading their way back down into the village, marveling at the view of the ocean as they descended. Once they were in the village, the kids had become tired and cranky, so Martha said she was going to return to her villa. Josh offered to help her put the kids into bed, so he followed her back to her villa while Aunt Mary and Mark went in the opposite direction back to theirs. Martha's villa was in the opposite direction of where Etienne lived, and not too far from where they had eaten earlier. Once they got to the house, Emily had fallen asleep with her mother holding her and Michael was holding his mothers hand while rubbing his eyes. Once they were in, Martha told Josh to make himself comfortable in the small living room while she put the children to bed. He sat on the couch and looked around the living room. It was pretty much unfurnished except for the couch, a wooden chair by the window, a lamp which wasn't on, and a single painting of a generic ocean view. The window was open and the breeze blew the fluttering curtain into the room. The place had that same old paint-cigarettes-sea breeze smell that every other building that he'd been in there had. Martha came into the room after she had put the kids to bed. She sat down on the wooden chair. "Emily and Michael were asleep before they even got into the bed." She said to Josh. "That was a pretty big hike we just did." "You seem pretty young, I'll bet you're not even tired. How old are you anyway?" "I'm fifteen." Josh said. "I figured as such. I would have guessed sixteen, actually." "No, I just turned fifteen back in April." Martha smiled at him and walked over to the small adjoining kitchen."I don't really have much to offer in terms of anything to drink. I guess I need to go to the shops. Would you like a glass of wine perhaps?" Josh hesitated, but he didn't want to come across as too immature. "Sure, I guess." He said. Mary poured two glasses of Shiraz and came into the room with the two glasses. She gave one of the glasses to Josh and sat next to him. "Well, here's to paradise." Martha said as they clinked glasses. Martha took a big sip of the wine. Josh followed her lead and took a small sip. He tried his hardest not to wince, although he thought it tasted nasty. It got easier to drink as he went on though, and he actually managed to finish the glass while he and Martha talked. "You're really good with the children." Martha said. "They really like you alot. Thank you for helping me with them." "I have younger sisters at home close to that age, so, you know." In addition to his brother David, who was ten months younger than him, he had two younger sisters named Eva and Rachel who were ten and nine. Martha then put down her glass, took Josh's and put it down next to her glass on the bare floor, and gazed into his eyes. "Have you ever been with a woman, Josh?" Josh was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, but also a little excited, which surprised him a bit. "Actually yes, I have." Josh said. His experience with Kara the evening before had allowed him to be truthful about that. Martha then unfastened her bikini top and slipped it off. Her breasts spilling out into view. "I know I'm a bit older, but I would really love to be with you right now." Martha whispered. Josh decided to give this a shot, so he leaned forward and began kissing Martha on the mouth. She rubbed her hands all over his bare chest while he kicked off his sandles. He had been wearing just his shorts and the sandles the whole time, and now had a deep golden brown tan. Martha unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper. His boner came popping out like a jack in the box. She leaned down and began sucking his dick while he leaned back. While she sucked he thought of Mark and Etienne. They eventually wound up in the bedroom naked. Martha said jokingly that she didn't want another kid while she took out the box of condoms. Josh struggled to put the condom on, and Martha eventually leaned over and assisted him with that.He then rolled on top of her and she guided his sheathed dick into her waiting hole. He then pumped his hips up and down as he fucked Martha on the bed. He could feel her juices flowing as he fucked her, which he thought was gross. To avoid losing his boner inside of her, he thought about Mark's cock. Eventually, after quite a while actually, he blew his load into the condom. He and Martha then returned to the living room and had a second glass of wine each. By now the sun was starting to set and was shining it's reddish light right into the window. After Josh finished the wine, he and Martha kissed and pledged to see each other again, and Josh threw on his shorts and sandles and walked out the door and back to his villa. The night revelers were already getting started. People were walking by carrying liquor bottles. Bicycles and motor scooters were zipping past. The cafes and bars were all packed. Cigarette smoke and the smell of barbecues, grills, and kitchen restaurants were filling the salty air. Josh arrived at his villa, feeling dizzy and giddy from the wine and from the sex. As he entered, he could hear "Scorpios" by Adam And The Ants blasting away in his bedroom. He went to the door and opened it. Inside, he saw Mark and Etienne sitting indian style on the floor, grooving to the music. Etienne had brought his boom box over, and several cassette tapes were strewn on the ground. Etienne was holding a cigarette and Mark had one going in the ashtray as he looked through the tapes Etienne had brought. "Allo!" Etienne said as he waved to Josh, who stood looking on in surprise. End Of "Martha"