toff?" Laurie challenged.
"Pah!" said Denny, kicking a plume of sand in Ed's direction, before scanning the beach ahead of them. "Look, there's a spot... a nice hollow, if you're worried about being watched all of a sudden." He gave Laurie a wink. "We just need those bloody seagulls to vamoose."
With that, he took off along the beach with a soft whoop, clearly intent on getting the seabirds to vacate his chosen trysting place by means of waving his bottle at them.
Laurie couldn't help but grin. Aristocrat or otherwise, there was something free and happy and young about the beautiful blond man that touched the heart. No wonder Ed adored him. Who wouldn't? She turned to her companion and wasn't the least bit surprised to see Ed looking in his lover's direction with such a fond expression in his eyes that Laurie felt almost teary.
"You love him, don't you?"
"Yes, I do... He's all the world to me," said Ed simply, still smiling in Denny's direction.
"It's obvious he feels the same. I can tell, and I barely know either of you." She followed his gaze, watching Denny, who'd strolled into the sea now he'd vanquished the gulls, and was kicking around in the shallows. "I still wonder what... well, what you need me for though. You're such a perfect pair. I'd have thought you wouldn't need anybody but each other."
Ed paused for thought, and then turned to her, with a little shrug. "Mostly we don't need anyone else. We have all we need in each other." He looked skyward for a moment, as if looking for a way to express what he meant. "But every now and again, one or the other of us will just have a yearning for the shape of a woman, for the voice of a woman. I don't know... for that special way of looking at the world that a woman has." His eyes met hers, very level and serious now. "There used to be a girl, Anya... we all lived together for a while, and we got on really well. It seemed as if it was going to last, but then she met a guy at the college where she worked, and fell for him, and she wanted a conventional life with him." He shrugged again. "We were happy for her. Still are. And she's doing great with her new husband."
"I see," said Laurie, sort of seeing. She looked up at the beautiful night sky, and then across the white beach, to the equally beautiful man who'd abandoned his splashing and who was walking back towards them, his face alight with joy and mischief. Then, she flipped her gaze to the man at her side.
I'm so lucky tonight. I couldn't ask for anything better. Even if I never see these two again, I'll remember this for the rest of my life, and be glad of it.
"See. Birds all sorted. Beverage shaken not stirred," said Denny, setting down the bottle and then whisking the rug out of Ed's hands. He surveyed the newly cleared area then spread out the thick, capacious square of tartan cloth. The perfect size for three. Grasping both their hands, he pulled the two of them down beside him.
But no sooner had he settled them, and given each a peck on the cheek, than he was up again, grinning and shrugging out of his waistcoat. With an animal grace, he peeled off his shirt, and stepped out of his trousers, and then in the wink of an eye, he'd whipped off his snug white underwear too. Giving them just a second or two first to admire him, he flopped down onto the rug, and struck a pose that would have made an odalisque envious.
Bloody hell... you're gorgeous.
She'd seen both men naked last night, of course, but there was a big difference between spying on them from a distance, and being up close, up close enough to touch. Denny's body was wonderful, smooth and toned, not a muscle-man, but developed in all the right places. His cock was thick and eager, rising hard.
"Well then?" He nodded at the surfeit of clothing that Laurie and Ed still wore.
Ed waggled his eyebrows and grinned, his fingers flying to his jeans' zipper.
"Um... yeah, right." Even after the things they'd done, Laurie still felt a little nervous,