Date: Sun, 01 Oct 2023 15:06:23 +0000 From: R A Coole Subject: the-sixties-sexplorers-16 This is the final chapter to be posted here in Nifty of what has been the continuing story about a group of young friends growing up and finding out all about sex during the nineteen-sixties. That was way before computers and the internet and reliable information back then was generally difficult to find. Much of what kids learned was picked up from other kids in the playground and a lot of that was crazily inaccurate. In this story the kids were rather luckier than that as you have seen. I hope that people who grew up back then will have been able to identify with what they have read and that the younger readers amongst you have enjoyed it too despite feeling that it's ancient history. Please do drop me a line if you have enjoyed my story - racoole@protonmail.me The Sixties Sexplorers CHAPTER SIXTEEN Canada Toby felt a surge of excitement as the Adamson family slowly made their way through the teeming crowds to the BOAC check-in desk. It was a busy August morning at London Heathrow Airport and the departure area of terminal number three, the 'Oceanic building', was buzzing with activity. Representatives of virtually every nation on earth seemed to be present - several even dressed in exotic national costumes - all beginning a journey to some far-flung corner of the planet. The Adamsons were bound for the wilds of Nova Scotia where they would be spending three weeks with Edward Nichols and his family. Charles had met Ed during the Second World War when they had both served as pilots, Charles in the RAF and Ed in the Royal Canadian Air Force.. A training course in Montreal had brought them together and they had remained in touch ever since. Once they had married and had begun to raise families, both men had issued frequent invitations to each other for holiday visits and a recent small legacy had at last made it possible for the Adamsons to make the journey, so that the old war-time buddies could be reunited. Thus it was not only Toby but also his father who was very excited by the trip. Once he had presented their tickets and disposed of the luggage, Charles led his family through passport control and they passed into the relative calm of the departure lounge. Checking the flight board he could see that their 'plane seemed to be running on time, so he settled Mary and Katy into a corner with the hand luggage before making off towards the Duty Free shop. Toby, with money in his pocket, made immediately for the Newsagent's stand. At that particular time, as Toby's current passion was photography, he thumbed through all the available magazines on the subject with great interest before choosing a copy of 'Amateur Photographer' to buy. He was just about to turn away from the rack when he suddenly caught sight of a small selection of 'girly' magazines on the top shelf. Looking around furtively to make sure that he wasn't being observed, the young man sneaked a copy of 'Mayfair' and flicked through it quickly. As the newsagent at home knew him well, it was a publication that he had never quite got up the nerve to browse through. Thus it was his first ever experience of such a magazine and he thought that the photographs were extremely erotic. So much so, in fact, that they had a rather embarrassing effect on a certain part of his anatomy, particularly when he caught sight of the girl in the centre-fold who was posing most provocatively, clad only in a pair of knee socks. Toby reached into his trouser pocket in an attempt to ease his temporary physical discomfort and as he did so he encountered the two pound notes that Charles had handed him as extra pocket money when they reached the departure lounge. Doing a swift calculation he decided that he could easily afford to buy both the copy of 'Amateur Photography' and also the 'Mayfair' and still have plenty of money left. Trying to look nonchalant he went over to the cash desk to make his purchases. He carefully placed the photography magazine on top and left just the corner of the Mayfair with the price on it visible to show to the cashier. He then somewhat guiltily tucked the copy of 'Mayfair' inside the more presentable publication, rolled them up as inconspicuously as possible before going over to the windows to watch the 'planes landing and taking off. A little later he returned to the corner where his mother and sister were sitting and offered to guard the hand luggage while they went to find Charles, who had still not reappeared. They were both grateful to stretch their legs and as soon as they had left, Toby quickly pushed his magazines unobtrusively into the side of the flight bag, in amongst the morning's newspapers which Charles had brought along to read. Right on time the flight was called and the family made their way along the walk-way to the waiting Boeing 707. Both Toby and Katy were extremely impressed by the size of the aircraft, for it bore little resemblance to the tiny aeroplane in which they had made their first ever journey by air when they went to Jersey. They were all very pleased when they found that they had apparently been allocated six seats between the four of them, on either side of the gangway, for luckily the 'plane was carrying a light load of passengers. Consequently they had plenty of room to stretch out. Soon they were airborne and not long afterwards luncheon was served. Something for which the short trip to Jersey had definitely not prepared the younger Adamsons was the tedium of long-distance flying. Fortunately, with the extra space allowed them, Mary was able to settle Katy down for a nap during the course of the afternoon, stretched out comfortably over three seats, with a pillow and blanket helpfully provided by a stewardess. Toby dived into a paperback and tried to pretend that he was somewhere else. Fortunately it was a gripping novel and it helped the time to pass quickly. At about teatime Katy awoke and loudly demanded to be taken along to the toilet. Toby realised that it was a visit he could do with as well, so he willingly took her along while Mary moved back to the far side of the cabin to doze for a few minutes. When they returned to their seats Toby found, to his horror, that Charles had apparently exhausted the contents of his newspapers and had moved on to the magazines that he had found in the flight bag. Sliding silently back to his place, he took up his paperback and sat waiting for the explosion. None came. After what seemed like hours, Charles tucked the magazines back into the side of the bag and started discussing the article that he had read in the 'Amateur Photographer' about the latest Pentax camera that had just hit the market. Toby answered automatically, still waiting for some comment. Finally it came. 'That was a very interesting model in the centre pages, Toby old son,' said his father with a wink, 'I should think it would be a lot of fun to play with, don't you?' Toby almost fainted with relief because it seemed that his father, too, had approved of the naked girl wearing only knee socks! He suddenly looked at this father with fresh eyes and rapidly re-evaluated everything that he had ever thought about him. At last the journey was over and the 'plane touched down safely on the runway at Dorval Airport on the outskirts of Montreal. Once they had picked up their luggage and cleared customs and immigration, Charles hailed a taxi to take them to the city centre and their hotel for the night. The children were fascinated by the scenery on the way into town, for everything looked very different from what they were used to in England. The area from the airport to the city was somewhat run down and everywhere seemed to be covered by garish advertising hoardings. Once they approached the centre, Toby immediately noticed the enormous volume of fast-moving traffic and wondered aloud how a pedestrian could ever survive. This amused his father no end and he explained that crossing the road, except in designated areas, was actually punishable by a fine. Chuckling, Toby observed that if you didn't get fined, you'd undoubtedly get killed. The Hotel Laurentian, in the middle of 'downtown' Montreal seemed extremely smart in comparison with the last establishment that they had stayed in, on the island of Jersey. The younger Adamsons were particularly impressed by the speed at which the elevator swept them upwards to their room on the fourteenth floor. 'My, aren't we high up!' squeaked Toby's sister, Katy, pressing her nose against the window and gazing downwards. 'Oh look, air-conditioning,' observed her gadget-minded brother twisting the controls experimentally until the machine produced a blast of icy cold air. Although it was only early evening, Canadian time, by the time that the Adamsons had done a bit of exploring, had a meal and ambled happily back to the Hotel, to their yet unadjusted body-clocks it was late at night. Katy was yawning enormously, whilst fiercely denying that she was in the least bit tired, and Mary decreed that it was time for bed because they would undoubtedly have yet another busy day on Sunday. 'Gollee!' exclaimed Katy as she and Toby were left to get ready for bed, having kissed their parents good night, 'Isn't this exciting? I don't think I've ever been in such a posh place before.' 'Terrific, isn't it?' agreed Toby, fiddling with the radio between their beds and causing a burst of loud music. 'It's a shame we aren't staying here for the whole holiday.' said Katy. 'I don't think that I'd want to spend a whole month in the city,' responded her brother, 'I'm quite looking forward to getting to the lake and meeting the Nichols family.' 'Do you think they'll be nice?' asked Katy worriedly, 'I should hate it if they weren't.' 'I'm sure they will be,' chuckled Toby reassuringly, 'You're bound to like Cindy anyway. She's almost exactly the same age as you are, so you ought to have lots in common.' 'What do you think Luke will be like? How old is he? I've forgotten.' 'He was fifteen at the beginning of July,' replied her brother, 'Don't you remember that birthday photo of him that they sent us? I'm hoping that he'll be good company for me anyway.' 'Oh yes, he certainly seemed really good-looking in that, didn't he,' mused Katy. 'I like boys with blonde hair. Mind you, I thought he looked more like Natasha than Andrew to be honest.' 'I hadn't thought about it but now you say, yes I guess he does. He certainly doesn't look his age, that's for sure. Come on then, it's time you had a bath and we got some sleep.' Katy was duly tucked up in bed by the time that Toby had tidied away their clothes methodically and was ready for his shower. 'You're just like Mummy,' she giggled as he made sure that her bed clothes were properly in place and kissed her goodnight. 'You know I think I'd prefer it if you said that I was just like Dad,' joked her brother. 'Now go away,' said Katy, 'I must say my prayers.' By the time that Toby got into bed himself, Katy was already fast asleep and turning off the light, he was soon likewise. ****** Their bodies still working on British time, the Adamsons were up early the following morning and as they had a couple of hours to kill after breakfast, before returning to the airport for the final leg of their journey, Charles decided to take a taxi ride round the city to show them some of his old haunts. The high point of the trip, literally, took them to the top of the tallest building in Montreal where the view was breathtaking. Toby, typically, was fascinated by the coin operated telescopes and kept demanding small change to allow him to use one. Back at the airport they quickly checked in and boarded a modest propeller driven aircraft for the short internal flight to Halifax, Nova Scotia. After the luxury and comfort of the transatlantic jetliner, they felt that the tiny 'plane was more like a 'bus than anything else, a feeling reinforced as it dropped in on a couple of apparently deserted airstrips to pick up and drop off passengers and freight. The Adamsons were met at Halifax by Ed Nichols and his son Luke who both seemed extremely pleased to see them. They were taken out to the parking lot and loaded into an enormous Pontiac station-wagon. It had bench seats both front and back, so the grown-ups sat in the front and the kids in the back and two very different conversations took place while they headed for the holiday cottage beside Falls Lake where the Nichols family always spent the month of August. Toby and Katy eyed Luke with interest as he told them what they could expect to find at and on the lake. He was an almost pretty looking boy with an unruly mop of blonde hair and dark brown eyes. By the time that they were about half way to their destination Toby had decided that they were going to get on like a house on fire and Katy felt that if his younger sister was as nice as he was, then that she too was in for a marvellous time. Having paused for a coffee, a soft drink and banana split for each of the young people, it was already late afternoon by the time that they arrived at the lake-side and the Adamsons were shown round what was to be home for them all for the next three weeks. Charles and Mary Adamson were settled into the guest room while Katy found that she would be sharing with Cindy. As there were only 3 bedrooms in the cottage Toby was going to sleep with Luke in the extremely smart-looking Airstream caravan that was parked in the yard beside the cottage. This was something that Toby has never experienced before and he was most excited by the prospect. Going into the kitchen, Toby found that Frances Nichols was already beginning on supper preparations. 'Is there anything that I can do to help, help Mrs. Nichols?' he asked politely. 'Gee, that's real sweet of you, but why don't you call me Frances, honey?' she replied. 'OK Frances-honey,' laughed Toby and she found herself christened by a new name which was quickly taken up by the whole Adamson family. Their first meal together was a bar-b-que and all four of the British contingent tucked in eagerly, having only eaten somewhat sketchily since the previous evening. The excitement and the effects of the journey caught up on Katy soon after the meal was over and unusually for her, she was only too pleased to take up her mother's suggestion of an early night. Toby too was yawning mightily and it was not long before he decided to follow her example. The following morning Toby awoke at the crack of dawn and went quietly into the house to have a pee. Not long after he got back into bed Luke woke up and asked if he would like to go out onto the lake with him before breakfast. Toby had never before sailed in his life and although keen on the idea in principle, immediately became apprehensive when they reached the dinghy and Luke produced a life jacket for him to put on. Seeing the expression on his face, the younger lad was quick to assure him that it cast no aspersions on his prowess as a helmsman, but was standard practice when sailing on the lake. Having been filled in on the basics as they walked down to the small jetty at the bottom of the garden, Toby found to his delight that he rapidly became accustomed to the motion of the little boat and responded quickly to Luke's cries of: 'Come on, hurry up, jib to port!' and 'If you don't mind the boom you might need that life jacket after all.' Toby was highly impressed and quickly realised that his new friend was evidently a most proficient sailor. Life quickly settled into a most pleasant routine and Toby found that he was enjoying himself no end. Sailing, swimming and fishing were punctuated by visits to the local shopping mall, eating, laughing and relaxing. They also took a few day trips during the stay to see what else the province had to offer and were all fascinated by how different it seemed from their Cotswold home. Indeed, life back in England seemed a million miles away. Sixteen year old Luke was easy undemanding company as was his younger sister and all in all the entire Adamson family were having a simply wonderful time. Towards the end of the first week at Falls Lake, Toby and Luke were lying in their beds in the caravan and Luke was quizzing Toby about his life back in England. He seemed particularly interested to hear about Toby's friends and was treated to a heavily edited version of what had happened at Northolt the previous summer. 'So Natasha's not your girlfriend then? asked Luke. 'No, sadly not, though I would love her to be.' sighed Toby. 'Has there ever been a girl in your life that you fancy?' 'A girl, no, but there is a boy at school......,' Luke tailed off, looking carefully at Toby to see the reaction to what he had just hinted at. 'Ooh,' breathed his new friend, 'You like boys. How fantastic of you to tell me.' 'You don't think I'm weird then?' asked Luke, sounding more than a little relieved. 'Not at all,' chuckled Toby, 'Have you been to bed with this boy yet?' 'No, I haven't even kissed him,' Luke sighed heavily. 'Oh my, you really like boys, as in romantically,' responded Toby, fascinated, 'You're the first boy that I have talked to that feels like that. That's so interesting. Does he know how you feel about him?' 'No, I can't get up the nerve to tell him,' said Luke, 'I keep trying to buck up the courage but every time I try I get tongue-tied and I end up not saying a word.' 'Oh that's so difficult. Natasha does at least know how I feel about her, but sadly she says that we've known each other for so long that she thinks of me more like a brother than a potential boyfriend.' 'We're about as tragic as each other in that case.' 'Well, at least I have been to bed with Natasha,' laughed Toby. Luke's eyebrows shot up. 'What? How? Tell me!' he exclaimed. So Toby made himself comfortable against his pillows and told Luke all about what really happened during those magical days in the summer of 1966. 'Oh, wow, that's incredible,' muttered Luke as the story came to an end, 'So then you didn't only go to bed with Natasha but her brother too? I'm so envious, I can't even begin to tell you.' 'Andrew and I have the most amazing relationship,' admitted Toby, 'I never stop to analyse it to be honest but I guess that when it comes down to it we do love each other a lot.' 'Oh, God, I am feeling so horny from hearing all that,' gasped Luke. 'Same here,' laughed Toby, 'You want to have sex with me, just for fun?' 'You're not serious,' Luke's eyes were like saucers. 'Totally serious,' contradicted Toby, 'It's been ages since I was in bed with anybody and as I've been telling you, it's an awful lot of fun.' Luke promptly got out of his bed and moments later he was naked. Not surprisingly, his tightly circumcised penis. which to Toby looked absolutely beautiful, was achingly erect. 'Oh my,' breathed Toby, getting up too and shrugging off the pyjamas that his mother had insisted on getting him specially for the trip, 'This is going to be spectacular, I just know it.' Spectacular it absolutely was. Luke poured several years of unfulfilled longing into the experience and while he was initially clumsy he more than made up for it with enthusiasm. Later they lay in each other's arms, passions spent, hunger satisfied. 'Wow,' murmured Toby drowsily, 'Wherever did you learn to kiss like that? I have never been kissed like that by anybody and I thought it was simply wonderful.' I'm glad you liked it. When we went down on each other at the same time I thought I was going to explode with happiness.' 'I don't know about exploding with happiness,' chucked Toby, 'You certainly exploded though. I had no idea that anybody produced so much sperm when they orgasmed. I thought I was going to drown.' 'I'm sorry,' said Luke apologetically. 'No need,' responded Toby warmly, rolling over and hugging him affectionately, 'It was the first time that I had ever done that either and I loved it. I have a feeling that we're going to do a whole lot more of both before I go home.' They did! ******** All too soon though the holiday was suddenly over and they were loaded into the car for the trip back to the airport in Halifax. The rest of the journey back to England did not go perfectly from that point onward though. The parting from the Nichols family in the main hall at Halifax Airport was a somewhat emotional affair and Katy was led through into the Departure Lounge with tears streaming down her cheeks. Shortly after everyone had regained their equilibrium the indicator board began to flash the dreaded message 'delayed' against the flight to London. After an hour had passed and the board was still giving the same message Charles decided to do some investigating and set off in search of an Air Canada representative. He returned to his family a while later shrugging his shoulders. He had been told that there were 'technical difficulties' with the aircraft and no new departure time had been suggested, which he felt was rather sinister. Waiting at an airport is a tedious business at the best of times, but is made even more so when you don't even know for how long you might have to wait. Toby soon exhausted the paperback that he was reading and began to wander aimlessly round the building to while away the time. On about the third circuit of the lounge he became aware of an extremely pretty girl, clad in the shortest possible of button-through dresses and a pair of white knee-length boots. She was sitting alone, gazing despondently into space. Suddenly she noticed that she was being stared at and flashed the most devastating smile. 'Hi.' she said. Toby felt as if someone had tied a knot in his vocal chords and swallowed two or three times to clear his throat, 'Er .... hello,' he croaked. 'This waiting is ghastly!' she exclaimed, 'I hate waiting for anything.' Toby grinned sympathetically. 'You're going to London too are you?' The girl sighed heavily and nodded her head. 'I'm Toby Adamson,' he said, holding out his hand. She took it and he noticed that her palm was cool and dry. 'Yasmine,' she said simply. 'You're travelling alone?' observed Toby, sitting down opposite her. As she explained that she had been spending a holiday with her father, a French-Canadian who worked in Montreal, Toby was able to study her carefully. She had the most incredible hair that he had ever set eyes on. It was very pale blonde and beautifully cut a little longer than shoulder length with an immaculate fringe so long that it covered her eyebrows. Above her tiny nose were a pair of the sexiest brown eyes he has ever encountered. They were almond-shaped and were so dark that it seemed as if he could see right into the depths of her soul. He found out that she, too, was sixteen years old and he fell hopelessly in love with her immediately. She told him that her parents were divorced and that she lived in London with her mother. Each summer she spent a month with her father and this time he had rented a tiny cottage for them, right on the shore, on Prince Edward Island in the Gulf of the Saint Lawrence River. They had parted a short while previously when his flight in the opposite direction was called. Yasmine was desolated by the fact that she would not see him again for an entire year. They talked for a long while, Toby telling her of his stay with the Nichols family, of the sailing, the fishing, the swimming and of the bar-b-ques, the laughter, the fun; the endless summer days drifting effortlessly into one into another. In return she regaled him with tales of digging clams on deserted sand-bars; of beautiful sunrises and even more breathtaking sunsets; of lobster suppers in colourful restaurants, of idle conversations and games of chess sitting on a sun-soaked beach. To Toby it all sounded very romantic and he began to wish with all his heart that she had shared it not with her father but with him. As she spoke sadly of their parting, only two hours previously, Toby felt a pang and a strong desire to reach out for her comfortingly. Yasmine could see the concern on his face and was touched by the tall skinny young man who she had only just met. Looking at his watch, Toby realised that he had been away from his family for some time. Haltingly he asked Yasmine if she would like to join them to help relieve the tedium of the waiting. She was gently amused by his obvious delight when she accepted his invitation willingly. Rising to her feet she tugged at her dress which Toby was thrilled to notice only just covered her bottom. Hastily he picked up her hand-luggage to carry it to the far side of the lounge for her. Charles and Mary were highly amused when they saw the figure of their son approaching, courteously shepherding the singularly attractive young lady in their direction. Charles remarked drily that his offspring was not only growing up quickly but was also exhibiting excellent taste. Mary flashed him a warning look as the young couple drew near and Toby made appropriate introductions. At that moment there was an announcement over the tannoy. Unable to solve the mechanical problem in the immediate future, the airline company had decided to offer their passengers a free meal in the restaurant, as some small recompense for the delay. Slowly the five made their way across the lounge to join the small queue that was beginning to form in the corner. Eventually they took their seats, chose from the menu and dinner was served. Under normal circumstances Toby would happily have consumed a horse, hooves and all, but the presence of Yasmine made him feel strangely disconcerted and as a result his appetite all but deserted him. He struggled to finish the main course and much to his mother's disbelief he actually refused a dessert. He did, however, manage to drink more than his usual share of wine which left him feeling pleasantly mellow. They all adjourned to the lounge once more, after coffee had been cleared away. Katy was showing obvious signs of tiredness so Mary laid her out across some seats to doze. Shortly after she fell asleep they were told, much to their relief, that the fault in the 'plane had at long last been rectified and that boarding would begin in twenty minutes. This announcement made Toby quite sad as he had already ascertained that Yasmine would be sitting in a different part of the aircraft, as their seats had been allocated when they checked in. Once they had boarded and the 'plane was airborne the boy made his was along the aisle to look for his new friend. As on the outward journey there was far from a full load of passengers and he was delighted to find Yasmine sitting next to a window with two empty seats next to her. 'Hello,' he said, sliding in beside her, 'You look kinda lonely again. 'Ah Toby,' she replied, her face lighting up, 'Yes I am rather.' They sat and talked for a while and then Yasmine asked if he had ever played chess. Much to his chagrin he had to admit that he hadn't and she offered to teach him. Unzipping her travel bag she produced an exquisitely carved miniature chess set, which had been a parting gift from her father. She began to explain the pieces and the basic moves and they were soon deeply engrossed. Time passed slowly and as is customary on overnight flights across the Atlantic, the cabin lights were dimmed to allow those who wanted to the chance to doze. As they were in the middle of a game, Yasmine and Toby played on by the light of their reading lamps until at last Yasmine began to yawn and decided to try to get some sleep. They turned off the lamps and Toby, reclining his seat, found that he could get relatively comfortable by resting his head against the upright seat in the centre. Yasmine, however, was ill at ease, complaining that nothing suited her. She ended up at last by lying out with her legs tucked up under her and her head on a pillow resting on Toby's lap. She worried that he might be uncomfortable, but thrilled by her closeness he denied it hotly and they began to doze fitfully. After a while Toby began to find the smell of Yasmine's perfume and the sight of her pretty head resting peacefully on his lap more than a little arousing. Much to his horror the inevitable began to happen and he sat motionless, praying that the girl wouldn't notice. However, as her hand was resting on the edge of the pillow the ever-growing bulge beneath his trousers eventually made contact with her little finger. 'Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?' murmured a little voice and Toby didn't know whether to laugh or to cry with embarrassment. His dilemma was solved, however, when the hand slid slowly off the pillow and ascended to his waistband, His heart started to beat furiously as Yasmine began to inch down the zip of his trousers. His penis had already found the 'V' in the front of his underpants and as the zipper reached the end of its journey it sprang free, to be immediately encompassed by a small cool palm. Within seconds it became clear to Toby that the owner of the hand was no novice and he began to squirm happily under her tender ministrations. Suddenly, just as he was beginning to decide that he was in heaven and not in an aircraft at all, the sensations stopped. He looked down, disappointed, and as he did so Yasmine flicked up her hair in one fluid movement and settled it over her face and the pillow. A moment later Toby sensed a hot moist feeling as she slipped the head of his erection into her mouth. He leaned back against the headrest and gave a small gasp of delight. Looking around cautiously and then down at the head which was apparently resting innocently on his lap, he gratefully realised that what Yasmine was doing seemed to have gone unnoticed. Unnoticed, that is, by all but the participants. As Yasmine s ucked steadily on Toby's erection he watched spell-bound as she reached down casually between her legs and slipping her hand inside her panties she began to caress herself. Yasmine came first, but only just. When Toby saw her first jerky involuntary spasms it was enough to tip him over the brink and he spurted forth strongly. He lay transfixed, trying not to make a sound as blindingly ecstatic sensations overwhelmed him. Slowly they ebbed away and then Yasmine gently tucked him back inside his pants and his zipper made a return journey. She sat up and gave him a long salty french-kiss. Yummy!' she whispered as they parted. 'They don't usually serve such lovely snacks.' Standing up, she hopped elegantly over Toby's legs and disappeared in the direction of the toilet compartments at the rear of the 'plane. She was back in what seemed like only moments and as she reached up to the overhead locker to fetch down a blanket, her minuscule dress raised right up. A vee of pubic hair appeared, to inform Toby in no uncertain terms that they had only had the hors d'oeuvres and that the main course was yet to come. Yasmine slipped back into her seat and beckoned the excited boy towards her. She then covered them both up with the blanket, snuggling up and leaning her back against his shoulder. Inexperienced as he was, Toby was not sure what move to make and as if sensing his uncertainty the girl gently took his hand and placed it at her neck, where the buttons of the dress began. Toby began to undo them one by one. Once the first few buttons had surrendered to his trembling fingers he was powerless to resist the urge and slipping his hand beneath the flimsy material he encountered the soft curve of her left breast. He ran his hand over it tenderly, finding the nipple, which stiffened between his exploring fingertips. The girl gave a little shudder of pleasure. Continuing on his voyage of discovery, thrilled by the feel of her velvety skin, her navel, then her smooth flat belly, Toby's fingers brushed against the top of her pubic triangle. He stopped, summoning up the courage to take the final plunge. As if in encouragement, Yasmine tilted her pelvis slightly and his hand slipped over the silken hair, the tips of his fingers descending between her thighs. He eased his middle finger between the lips of her sex and almost fainted with pleasure as he encountered a sticky wetness. He began to caress her with a slow delicate touch. She squirmed in her seat, purring with pleasure, as he traced an imaginary circle round and round her inner lips, pausing to flutter his finger softly across her clitoris which he could feel was firmly erect. 'I want you inside me.' she moaned softly. 'Oh but Yasmine, how?' he whispered. 'You can come in from behind. Nobody will see.' she murmured. Frantically and with complete abandon Toby tugged at his trousers, anxious to get them down quickly. Still beneath the cover of the blanket he turned sideways and his throbbing organ made contact with Yasmine's naked bottom. Wriggling towards him she reached for it and he felt the head touching against the lips of her sex. 'Push.' she whispered. 'Oh Yasmine......I think I'm.......oh my God!" as Toby felt his penis slip inside her he was instantly lost and began to climax violently. Waves of pleasure crashed over him as he heard her gently call his name. 'Toby, Toby, are you all right?' He awoke with a start to see Yasmine leaning over him, looking most concerned. 'I think you must have been having a dream.' she said. 'Did I hear you call my name?' Toby's disappointment was profound. As he pulled himself together he realised that the events of the previous few minutes were nothing more than the product of wishful thinking, fired by too much wine at supper time. What was real enough, however, was a feeling of uncomfortable dampness emanating from his nether regions and he realised with horror that his second orgasm had not only been imagined. 'Goodness,' he said, shaking his head, 'Yes I must have been dreaming. I feel awful. I think I'll walk up and down for a few moments.' Rising carefully to his feet he made gingerly to the toilet to clean himself up. When he returned to his seat a little while later he found Yasmine fast asleep, curled up in the corner by the window, and he did not have the heart to wake her until the cabin lights came on and breakfast was served. Not long after the meal was cleared away the 'plane began to make its slow descent into Heathrow Airport. Toby and Yasmine looked out of the window and could see the landscape below them - row upon row of tiny houses looking for all the world like a model village. The aircraft landed smoothly and taxied effortlessly to the terminal buildings. They were met by a coach and a cool morning with spitting rain. Yasmine walked with the Adamsons as far as Passport Control where they separated, as she was a Canadian citizen. Toby was to find her again, but only briefly, as they waited together for the luggage to come off the 'plane. As her suitcase appeared on the carousel Toby gallantly found her a trolley and loaded it on for her. With a little wave she disappeared into the throng and sadly he realised that he was unlikely ever to see her again. They hadn't exchanged addresses and he didn't even know her full name. Once back in the Cotswolds the Adamson family finally realised that their once-in-a-lifetime holiday was well and truly over. As well as suffering from jet-lag they were also suffering from an overwhelming feeling of anticlimax. That evening, his mind having turned from memories of Yasmine to thoughts of Natasha, Toby picked up the 'phone to talk to the Stevensons. In fact it was Emma who answered. 'Toby!' she exclaimed enthusiastically. 'You're back. I forgot it was today. Did you have a good time?' 'Yeah, it was pretty neat.' drawled Toby. 'Can I talk to Stevenson Junior he's about the place.' 'Well shure-thing.' laughed Emma. 'Hold the line.' Andrew took the receiver from his girlfriend. 'Toodle-pip old fruit,' he said, 'Talk a bit of the jolly old Canadian to me then.' 'Well Jeez, I gotta tell you I had a real neat time.' laughed Toby and started to tell his friend about his holiday. 'Look, I'm awfully sorry,' interrupted Andrew suddenly, cutting him off in mid-sentence, 'I can't actually talk properly now because we're just on our way out. Will it be O.K. if I give you a ring tomorrow sometime?' 'Oh......well all right,' replied Toby, feeling singularly deflated, 'But I had kind of thought I might come over tomorrow.' 'Well,' responded Andrew doubtfully, 'I'm not quite sure what's happening tomorrow. Let's leave it that. I'll ring you, O.K.? Bye then.' With that he put the receiver down and. Toby was left listening to the dialling tone. 'How very odd.' he said to himself, shaking his head. Andrew did not in fact return his call until late the following evening. 'Look, I'm awfully sorry,' he began apologetically, 'I've been out all day. Only just got in as a matter of fact.' 'Did you go anywhere nice?' asked Toby politely. 'Not really. Just here and there.' replied his friend vaguely. 'Have you been doing a lot of that since I've been away?' 'A fair amount I suppose......keeping busy you know.' 'Andrew,' said Toby, 'What's going on?' 'Going on?' repeated Andrew. 'Whatever do you mean?' 'There's something going on. I can tell. You sound......odd.' 'Odd?!! 'Yes, odd. Come an - spit it out.' 'No, I assure you,' began Andrew. 'Tell.' growled Toby. 'Oh dear. Well......you'll have to know sooner or later I suppose. Natasha has got a boyfriend.' 'Oh hell!' exclaimed Toby, a sudden knot forming in the pit of his stomach. 'What sort of boyfriend?' 'Umm......quite a serious sort I'd say.' 'Where did she meet him?" 'At Joanie Young's party. He's the brother of one of the girls at Benningford, Johanna Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorff, perhaps you know her.' 'No, I don't think so. What's he like?' 'Oh, tall, dark, handsome, that sort of thing.' replied Andrew. 'Your regular Adonis-type, you know?' 'Does it get worse?' groaned Toby. 'He's almost eighteen and he drives a Mini-Cooper,' said Andrew. 'Oh well,' sighed Toby, 'It couldn't get worse than that.' 'Sorry,' said Andrew apologetically. 'Hey, do I gather you and Emma have been going round with them?' asked Toby suddenly. 'Er .... well ....,' answered Andrew guiltily. 'Oh you traitorous sod!' exclaimed Toby angrily. 'Now don't be like that,' said Andrew placatingly, 'I know you're upset but there's no need to snap my head off. Look, why don't you come over tomorrow? Rupert will be here and you can meet him.' 'I don't want to meet him.' shouted Toby furiously. 'In fact just now I don't think I ever want to see any of you ever again! Goodbye!' he slammed down the telephone and realised that his hands were trembling. Going upstairs to his bedroom he closed the door firmly behind him and sitting on the edge of his bed he gazed blankly at the wall, his entire being filled with despair. THE END - For now! ****** I must just take a moment once again to thank the lovely people who have already been in touch. Because there is no view counter on Nifty, the only way that we know if people have read our stories is if they take the trouble to tell us so. Now while this was the last chapter of The Sixties Sexplorers. I have continued to write about the main characters of the story - Toby, Andrew, Natasha and Emma. I have just finished publishing the rest of their story, which follows them through from Toby's eighteenth birthday, their last year at school and then through to University in some cases and the work-place in others. The book is called 'Best Friends and Lovers'. As on Nifty, it is free to read. If you would like to know where to find it then drop me a line at racoole@proton.me Oh and PLEASE donate to Nifty. Thanks!