The Trip Pt. 02: A Little Day Trip

Chapter 5: Morning of Day 2

Peter woke first that morning. Evelyn had shifted position in her sleep again and she had her arms sprawled out above Peter's head, as if she was grasping for something just out of reach. He gazed at her as she slept, her sleep scuffed dark hair rested down to her shoulders and the t-shirt she slept in had rolled up, revealing her belly button. She opened her eyes, as if she knew she was being watched and said, "Good morning honey."

"Good morning babe. It's half nine, you want to go and shower first?"

"Yup, be back soon. Don't miss me too much."

She got out of the bed, grabbed the towel on the desk and left the room. Returning fifteen minutes later, Evelyn started blow drying her hair and begin her morning routine. Peter got out of the bed, gave her a kiss on the cheek, grabbed his towel and change of clothes, then left the room. Upon stepping out of the room, his eyes caught glance of Aurelia as she walked into her bedroom. She was wearing nothing except a set of black underwear. The dark cotton briefs slid slightly into her ass, enveloped by her large cheeks. Little was left to Peter's imagination as he got the perfect preview of Aurelia's behind. Despite being such a petite woman, her juicy backside was prominent in her rear figure.

The door shut behind her and Peter proceeded in making his way to the bathroom while thinking of how lucky James was to grasp those sensual cheeks. He washed himself, moisturised, dressed and returned to the bedroom. Evelyn was just finishing up and they then went downstairs to have breakfast with the others.

"Good morning everyone!" greeted Evelyn cheerfully.

James and Aurelia looked at her and said, "Good morning," back in near unison. They had already began preparing breakfast, James was beating some eggs and Aurelia was frying sausages and bacon, "Hope a cheeky fry up is alright with you guys?"

"Bloody love fry ups! Cheers for getting started, I'll set the table," said Peter.

"I'll start making the drinks, what does everyone want?" added Evelyn.

A few minutes later, the dining table lay host to scrambled eggs, Lorne sausage, baked beans, toasted white bread, bacon and most importantly, fried tomatoes.

James took a swig from his coffee and said, "Me and Aurelia looked into some things to do last night. We're thinking of heading to town then ferrying over to the Isle of Mull. There's a nice castle there too apparently."

"Sounds like a good time, you up for that too babe?" asked Peter.

"I'm down, I'll start looking into transport-," which Aurelia kindly interrupted with "No need, we already booked a taxi for 11. We kind of jumped the gun and presumed you guys would be cool with it."

"Aren't you guys well organised, I can't wait. I saw the weather is going to be nice today so I'll get changed after breakfast," said Evelyn. Peter noticed that James perked up ever so slightly when Evelyn said that.

They continued chatting over breakfast about their sleep, plans for the day and preparations needed to face the horde of midges outside. After clearing the table and washing the dishes they returned to their rooms to get some last-minute things for their daytrip.

By the time they got to their rooms, it was only quarter to eleven. Evelyn hastily went through her wardrobe finding something to fit the hot weather. Peter went to the bathroom to quickly apply sunscreen to his bare legs under his shorts, arms, neck and face.

When he returned to the bedroom, Evelyn was wearing a bright yellow linen sundress. It hung down to the top of her knees and the spaghetti straps revealed much of her supple skin aided by the low neckline which gave an idea of her bust. Under the dress she was wearing a light-coloured bra, which gave an extra thickness to the straps and a slither of it was visible on the cleavage.

"You look real fucking hot in this," said Peter, feasting his eyes on her as he authoritatively walked towards her.

Evelyn could feel the sexual tension from his first glance and got a little heated herself, "The taxi arrives in five minutes babe, I want to too but there's no time."

"Unfortunately, there's not, but we can do one little thing before going." Evelyn was going to respond but Peter suddenly kissed her on the lips, he placed his hands up behind her dress, one on each cheek and grasped them firmly, Evelyn began to breathe heavily. He raised his hands along her back, slowly massaging her skin, seeking pleasure from the touch, his hands found themselves just under her shoulder blades. Evelyn quietly moaned, turned on by whatever her lover was trying to achieve. Peter then moved his fingers closer and closer to her spine, she shivered, never being so aroused from mere touch before, he clasped her bra and undid the hook, leaving the bra loose.

They parted mouths and Peter said, "Take this off, I want to share you with the world today and flaunt what I have."

Evelyn obeyed, lost in the ocean of Peter's eyes and followed his instruction, manoeuvring one arm out of the bra strap, then the other. She took the bra out of her dress, held it in front of her and dropped it on the floor. "You really are a little exhibitionist, aren't you," said Peter with a naughty smile smeared upon his lips. This special moment was intruded upon by the sound of a car pulling up to driveway.

"Guys the taxi's here!" shouted James.

They all made their way into the private hire taxi, not forgetting to lock the door behind themselves. James and Aurelia had already made themselves comfortable in the cab, Peter and Evelyn got in and sat facing them.

Aurelia was wearing a long navy summer dress with short thin strips which held up a not too revealing v neck. James was wearing khaki shorts and a slightly undersized polo shirt as if he was trying to emphasize something.

"Oh my god, I love your dress," Aurelia said.

"Thanks girl, yours is stunning too," she replied. Peter thought the same, but chose not to verbalise this.

The taxi was enroute to the seaside town of Oban. As they made their way, they all applied their sunscreen bar Peter. This didn't put him in the clear as Evelyn made him apply hers in her more difficult to reach areas.

Chapter 6: Afternoon of Day 2

They made their way into the town, it was built up on a wooded hill, almost as if the town was overgrowing upon a forest. The houses poked out of the green blanket upon the mound, the only places not touched upon by nature were the row of pastel buildings at the bottom looking onto the sea. At the top of the hill lay an overwhelming coliseum made of granite. The looming height of it poked out of the trees and stood mystically atop the hill, as if it held centuries of rituals and traditions under its belt.

The car went through a roundabout, centred with a small statue on a pedestal surrounded by flags and small thin palm trees. They pulled over next to a two-tone granite and brown brick church, built in the Gothic style, it now lay desolate and unkempt.

"Here we are kids, the port is just up there on the left," said the taxi driver.

"Thanks mate, you still okay for picking us up this evening?" asked James.

"Yeah, just give me a ring and I'll be over in a jiffy."

"Sound, see you tonight then!" Before departing the taxi driver felt the need to get the final word in:

"Remember to behave yourself, in my years I've seen lots of wild things happen in this town."

After he left earshot, Peter said "Well that was just a tad foreboding."

"Ooooh, check Peter out with his big words," teased Aurelia back.

"Oh my god, the apocalypse is nigh, we're all going to die!" despaired James in a mocking tone.

"Screw you guys!" said Peter laughing along.

The group dropped by for a quick bite from a bakery, knowing that food options may be limited on the isle and then made their way to the ferry terminal. They booked a small tour which would fill their day with some historic sightseeing and went to the meet up point, got their tickets checked by the guide and were off on a small white open top boat with about 20 other tourists.

The small boat divided the seas it went through, placing Oban behind them as it went through the Sound of Mull. The Coliseum which dominated the town began to shimmer into thin air, eventually the whole island becoming indistinguishable as they approached the lonely ferry terminal, buried amongst gorgeous green trees.

They disembarked the ferry and a small coach was already waiting to take them to their first destination, Duart Castle. The air conditioning was ineffective on the coach and all were glad it was only a fifteen-minute drive to the destination. On the left, the soft tidal waves blended gradient with the low mud coast. The thin paved road ahead was hard to see, allowing the wilds to take over the island. The right showed signs of domestication, short wooden beams held a wall of metal strings, within lay a flock of woollen grazers.

Immediately upon leaving the coach, Evelyn had to get a statement out of her system to the others, "Oh my god was it boiling in there."

"Too right, bloody roasting," replied James.

They all looked ahead at the wise stone castle raised upon a rocky mound. They walked to the seaside relic atop the crag, Aurelia and James lead the way side by side.

Peter trailed behind, not missing the opportunity to enjoy the sight of Aurelia's behind. The summer dress was tight around the hips, showing the curvature of her figure. Upon close inspection he swore he could make out her panty lines.

Evelyn, beside him, slightly delirious from the coach's heat, was gawking at James herself, oblivious to her companion doing the exact same. She noticed that his arms bulged out of the tight polo shirt and the sweat gave the muscles a glow which emphasised them even further. Her eyes drooped below his belt. His calves stuck out underneath his khaki shorts, once again oiled up by sweat. For a second, she imagined how Aurelia feels to be embraced by such a man, the smell of his sweat, sounds of his breathing and the raw power he must have.

Feeling slightly guilty for lusting over another man, she snapped back to reality and said "No way this castle's a folly, this one must've been built for protection. Imagine all the effort they'd have to exert just to lift the foundations onto that mound."

"What's a folly?" replied James as he turned his head around. Peter smiled and kept quiet, stifling back laughter.

"A folly's a building designed for aesthetic purpose rather than function."

"Aha, kind of like that big coliseum atop the hill back in Oban?"

"I don't know about that one to be honest."

"It must be, gladiator fights never really took off in this region," added Peter.

"Nerds!" shouted Aurelia.

"You're just jealous you didn't know what a folly is!" teased James back, almost reflexively, "Speaking of which, the jacuzzi in the garden is definitely not a folly and I'm jumping in as soon as we're back," to which everyone agreed.

They went inside and did a tour of the ancient stone castle. Inside the bedroom corner, lay a canopy bed, it was as intricate and ornamental as the rest of the décor in the room. The group were discussing the lack of privacy and heating in olden times, when Evelyn realised her right shoelace had come undone.

She knelt down with her right knee bent, leant forward and retied her laces. As Evelyn got back up, she noticed that James jerked his head away hastily. She pondered for a second, then it dawned on her. When she leant forward, he must've had a good look at her braless chest and wondered if he saw everything. Without a doubt he was looking, or else he wouldn't have reacted so awkwardly to her getting up.

They continued their tour whilst James went quiet for a short while. He was wondering if Evelyn was doing this on purpose and if this was some perverted game her and Peter were playing on him. Of course, he did not mind in the slightest and enjoyed being an involuntary participant, but thought about how far they were willing to push this.

After this eventful tour, the group returned to the coach headed to their next destination. James and Aurelia sat near the front of the coach and Peter and Evelyn sat a few rows behind, in the only other double seated row available.

Evelyn then said in a hushed tone, "Petey, when we were in that bedroom and I tied my laces, I think James might have seen my bare tits."

Peter choked on his water mid-sip, "Think he liked what he saw?"

"I don't know, but this is the third time I've caught him looking, so he's definitely not disgusted by them."

"No one could be disgusted by you darling, you're a bombshell," complimented Peter, "I'm a little surprised Aurelia hasn't caught on yet though,"

"Who knows, she'd find it exciting if anything."

As they then proceeded to talk about the next stop on the tour, Peter's eyes were focussed on the large front window of the coach. In his peripheral he saw Aurelia, she was looking back at him with a grin which wouldn't look out of place on a giggling schoolgirl. Peter concluded from this that James must've told her about what happened in the castle, and quite possibly, the restaurant, if she didn't already know.

Chapter 7: Late Afternoon of Day 2

The gentle lullaby of the rocky roads and the heat of the coach lulled most of the passengers into a soothing nap. It was nearing four in the afternoon when they arrived at the picturesque coastal town of Tobermory.

"Definitely needed that nap," declared Peter as soon as he got off the bus to his fellow travellers.

"Yeah, we absolutely zonked out too as soon as the coach set off," replied James.

Evelyn steered the conversation on course, realising time was of the essence, "The guide said the bus departs at half five, that leaves us just slightly over an hour and a half." They all checked their phones in a scurry to come up with a plan for their limited stay in the town.

"How about we check out the distillery, the tour's only forty-five minutes," suggested James.

"Sounds good to me, they better have a loo there since I'm bursting," said Aurelia in desperation.

"There's one on the coach if you're desperate."

"I can't stand the toilets on those things, make me claustrophobic and grossed out. Shall we head to the distillery then?"

In his silence, Peter had already got his maps set out and started making way, "It's this way guys."

After a very brief walk, they entered the white painted visitor's centre. Upon entering, Aurelia scanned the room like a hawk for the bathroom and marched to it with no delay. "Better go as well," said Peter, and he too went.

An ever so slightly awkward silence muddied the air between Evelyn and James. She cut the silence saying, "It's lovely here, it was a good idea of yours to come here,"

"Aww thanks Evelyn, it's always good to get out of the city. The air and noise pollution just gets to me there."

"I totally get that. The fresh air is good for you," said Evelyn, fully embracing the tension between them, she boldly addressed it directly, "So I take it you're quite enjoying the sights?"

James took a beat and let out a cheeky smile in return to Evelyn, "I knew you were doing it on purpose!" he said, "And I'm not complaining in the slightest. I quite enjoy taking in the beautiful sights when the opportunity arises."

Evelyn didn't expect him to answer so brazenly and she flustered to reply. Peter had just returned from the bathroom and inadvertently rescued her from a response. "You enjoying the scenery here James?" he asked. The pair burst out in a giggle which confused him. As history repeats itself, the two didn't need to explain themselves because Aurelia rocked up.

"What's given you guys the giggles?" she asked.

They were not in the clear. Peter doubled down unintentionally, "All I did was ask James if he liked the scenery and they just lost it."

It clicked immediately for Aurelia, "Oh, I'm sure James is enjoying the scenery. I think he's just upset that he couldn't take any photos." It only now clicked for Peter as well.

A bell rang through the air, signalling the tour was away to start. They made their way to join the group and went through the looming doors to the distillery. The door shut behind Peter, he made a sigh of relief realising they only just made it.

Six domineering copper stills drew everyone's gaze, they were in two rows and their elongated necks stood tall. Dwarfed by the machinery, they walked through the production floor as the guide explained the process of making whisky. They produced a million litres of whisky per annum and matured it in sherry and bourbon oak casks before being exported to a storehouse for the remainder of their maturation where the flavour would really come out.

The tour guide explained in very deep detail on how whisky is made, distilled, casked and matured. The group remained attentive for the duration of the tour and it finished off in a small tasting room where they could try a peat and non-peat whisky. These peat whiskies are a specialty of the west coast islands, due to the boggy terrain in the area resulting in lots of peat being accumulated.

They all took a sip of their peated dram, Peter instinctively winced. "Haha, did you take a large sip mate? Rookie error," said James. The others grinned at Peter.

"That smoke flavour is quite strong, it's like it was simmered in cigarette dregs," commented Evelyn.

"Not your first choice then I take it?"

"Yeah, think I'll stick to wine and cocktails."

"I'll agree with you there Evelyn," added Aurelia.

They then tried the other non-peated whisky, which the ladies preferred. "This one is definitely easier to drink," said James, everyone agreed with him.

The whisky began to work its magic and warmed the group up, "Is my face red? My face feels like it's warming up a bit," asked Evelyn.

"Nothing yet. It really warmed me up too. Swear the alcohol went straight to my head. Spirits really are something else huh," replied Aurelia.

The guide broke through their conversation saying, "This is the last tour of the day and the tasting bottle's nearly empty so may as well finish it off. Free refill or two... or even three for everyone who wants!" The tourists responded with light cheers, the guide gave everyone a generous refill which everyone eagerly accepted.

They clinked their glasses as they all simultaneously shouted, "Slainte!" as if making an offering to the gods and necked their drams down their gobs. This time everyone made a face.

"Looks like you can't handle it either mate," said Peter to James.

"You're one to talk you fanny! Takes a strong man to handle downing whisky,"

"Which neither of you are it seems," Aurelia butted in, rubbing salt onto their delicate masculine wounds.

"You're tearing me apart Aurelia!" said James, placing his hands over his heart feinting a heartbreak.

The group just realised the room was dwindling down and they trickled out too thus concluding their tour. Standing outside the white visitor's centre like lost sheep, they tried deciding what to with their remaining forty-five minutes.

"These short-time visits are always so stressful, I never know what to do," said Evelyn.

"Luckily you always have me to plan those for you," teased Peter back.

"I sure am, you self-appointed boy scout leader. Shall we just wonder about the town for a bit, maybe have a coffee or something?"

"Sure beats standing out here like a bunch of weirdos," said James and they made way back towards the town's main street.

Houses faced the sea and curved with the road which was dictated by the swaying of the coast. They were painted in a vibrant palette and each house would stand out on their own, the only unpainted building was an old stone church neatly nestled in amongst all this vibrancy. As they walked by gift shops, souvenir shops, hotels and restaurants, it was clear that tourism was a major industry for the town. The bustle on the street was made up of tourists who were also scuttled and displaced around the island by coach, there they would fill their time with ice cream, distillery tours, excursions to the Isle of Staffa, visit castles or just bask in the island's natural beauty.

Now the group had found themselves at the end of the coastal road. The only way forward for them would result in walking straight into the sea. "Well, that was rather short, shall we drop by in that pub for a cheeky pint before heading back?" suggested Peter.

"Are you trying to get us drunk after all those drams from the tour?" said Aurelia.

"Perhaps," he replied holding a cheeky grin whilst drawling out the word.

Evelyn didn't seem to want this idea to come to fruition either and said, "How about that ice cream place earlier? Maybe they make their own here on the island."

"Oh maybe. I didn't see any cows around when we were on the coach, can you even make ice cream out of sheep milk?" replied James.

"To be fair darling, we were asleep for most of that journey. Hopefully there's cow milk ice cream, isn't sheep milk like super fatty and that's why it's not really used in anything."

"Huh never even would've thought about that. Good thing I've got my girlfriend to do all the thinking for me."

"Yeah, we noticed," said the cheeky Evelyn.

"Hardy ha ha," James said in a not-so-subtle sarcasm, "I hope they have peppermint. I fucking love the taste of toothpaste."

"That makes two of us! I'm not just a weirdo, thank god," replied Peter in glee.

"I actually like it too, wouldn't be my first choice but it's definitely not bottom of the barrel for me," said Aurelia.

"Huh, guess I'm the only normal person here then. It's a blight to humanity and should never have been conjured up in the first place," said Evelyn knowing she was facing a very impartial jury in her defence.

A long bright pink hut stretched out before them with a quaint slate roof. It was facing the waterfront directly with no road between it, Peter wondered if anyone's ever accidentally strolled into the sea before here.

They all stepped in and before they could settle in the lady behind the counter said "You got here just in time. We're just away to close up. So you lucky lot'll be our last orders."

"Lucky us," said James, "I'll go first since I already know what I'm getting, two scoops of peppermint please."

"Make it two of those," added Peter onto his order.

"Here you are lads," said the friendly matron, "You lasses know what you want yet?"

"Yeah, I'll have two scoops of tablet please," said Evelyn.

"And I'll take one of pistachio and one of raspberry ripple," added Aurelia.

After receiving their orders and paying, they made way to the base of the small pier and sat at the foot of the freestanding clock tower facing the pier which was really just a small road leading into the ocean. The foot of the tower was rather low, they were mere inches away from sitting on the ground which made the world seem larger in their eyes.

They all ate their desserts whilst they listened to the sound of the waves gently hitting the stone wall which raised the pier and the cacophony of seagulls mocking them with laughter. The salty smell of the sea filled their nostrils, it was a welcome change from the city smell but they did prefer the wooded scents from the lodge as the sea air felt almost like an assault on the senses with how the wind forced it into you.

James looked at his phone, "We've got ten minutes until the bus arrives, so no rush at all."

"Oh man, I better head to the toilet before we go. I'm getting kinda desperate here," said Evelyn.

"I'm sure the pub there'll have one. I doubt they'd mind if you went in and asked," said James.

"That feels so awkward. Can you come with me babe?"

"I'll go with you, I've already finished my ice cream and my bladder ain't exactly empty either," offered James.

"Cheers James," she said as James accompanied her to the pub, leaving Peter and Aurelia behind on the step.

The silence was palpable and Peter had no way to escape nor cut through, "So your innocent sweet little Evelyn's been teasing my boy quite a bit, hasn't she? Didn't know you two had such an exhibitionist kink until now."

"We're only just starting to discover it ourselves, don't know how far we want to go with it yet, so far it's been quite exciting."

"Ah okay. James is quite happy to be her guinea pig, she's definitely a stunner. I'm hoping she's on the same page as you though, hopefully the toilets in that pub are gendered. Otherwise... who knows what's happening in there?"

Peter's heart jumpstarted at the thought immediately, it never even occurred to him. "She wouldn't. Not without my permission."

"Oh? You've already set boundaries?"

"No, but..." Peter's mind began to wonder and it jumped to all the most ludicrous scenarios his brain could conjure. Would she flash him? Show him something more? Or what if he showed her something this time... What if she did something with it? No. She wouldn't do that, not without talking about it with me first.

Aurelia let out a great cackle, "Oh my god I got you so nervous dude, this is pure comedy gold. There's no way she'd disrespect you like that, she loves you too much. You don't need to worry about her, seriously."

"You're such a prick, but thanks Aurelia."

"Always happy to help," she gave an overfriendly grin enjoying the fruits of tickling his insecurities and jealousies.

"So," said Aurelia, "what shall we do when we get back? I think this trip was enough for today."

"Yeah, probably just head back to the lodge, have scran, maybe hit the jacuzzi with a few drinks and call it a day?"

"Sounds good to me. We should probably head and meet them outside the pub, time is ticking."

Without any time for Peter to heed her words, Aurelia stood up facing away from him. She wasn't the only thing which had risen up though. With Peter seated so low, he saw directly up Aurelia's ridden up dress. Her big ass was visible in its entirety. Aurelia was wearing nothing under her dress, her two plump cheeks were right in his face. This was by far the biggest and quite frankly nicest ass Peter had ever seen. It was large, natural and Peter had to hold back a strong lust to squeeze it.

She must have felt the cold sea air on her bare backside because she snapped her dress back down without haste. "Oops. Oh please do forgive me Peter," she said not in earnest.

"You've traumatised me! You'll need to pay for my therapy," he gave Aurelia a friendly grin and she laughed. Peter got up and the two made their way to the pub just across the road.

It was only a two-minute wait, if even that, until James and Evelyn returned. The reunited group went on the large white coach and said farewell to Tobermory and the Isle of Mull as they returned on the ferry back to Oban. James had already called the taxi driver on the coach, so he was already waiting for them at the port when they disembarked. The whole journey back was luckily rather serene as everyone was exhausted after the busy day and the whisky lulled them all to sleep.

Chapter 8: Evening of Day 2

By the time they got back to the lodge, it was half past seven. "Naptime motherfuckers!" shouted James as soon as he slammed the door open.

Aurelia laughed, "I'll join you on that one."

"Think we'll do the same. That alright with you Petey?"

"One hundred percent, definitely needing one too."

"Aww does wittle Petey need a wittle nap," teased James to Peter, a jab at Evelyn's affectionate nickname too.

"You suggested it in the first place, you numpty!" Evelyn came riding in to defend her boyfriend's honour.

"Haha sorry sorry. Say meet back down here at quarter past and we can scrounge up some scran then?" suggested James.

"It's a plan," affirmed Peter right before they all went upstairs and into their bedrooms.

Evelyn shut the door behind her, before Peter could count to three, she had removed her dress and jumped straight into the bed, with no delay she fell asleep almost at will. Peter was still removing his clothes as he watched Evelyn in her peaceful slumber. Her chest raised slowly up and down as she breathed, her breasts bare and open. He loved the way she looked when she slept, so at peace and innocent, to her, dreams were a happier place unlike for him.

Peter set an alarm as he was unsure if Evelyn did, and laid down next to her and nudged her gently to her side. He placed his right arm around her with his hand near her belly and nestled up behind her in an embrace, the perfect position for an affectionate nap.

The alarm played an unwanted concert for the sleepy couple as Peter withdrew his embrace to swat it off like a fly. He gave Evelyn's cheek a kiss and said softly "Hey darling, we need to get up and have dinner now." She merely responded with a groan. Peter got out of the bed and got dressed, placing his swimming trunks under his trousers for easier access to the jacuzzi later.

Evelyn's nap wasn't long enough as she dragged herself up and out the bed while still stark naked. She tried waking herself up by letting out a long yawn and stretching her arms up, which Peter responded with by squeezing her breast, "You can't tempt me like this and not expect a response, I'm only human."

Evelyn rolled her eyes at him and said "You perv! Taking advantage of me."

She opened the top drawer, whipped out her bikini top and placed her arms inside the straps and then asked Peter to clasp the back.

"With pleasure," said Peter as he went behind her and clasped her bikini straps, giving her bum a cheeky squeeze before leaving. She then took out the bottoms and put them on while Peter gawked at her as she stood in front of him in her navy-blue bikini set decorated with pink and turquoise floral designs. She covered herself up in a t-shirt and jeans and chucked some flip flops on. Peter was funnily enough dressed the same, minus the flip flops (and bikini underneath of course).

They went downstairs and saw Aurelia steaming something as well as having the oven turned on, whereas James was standing at the backdoor staring intensely at the wooded hill just behind the jacuzzi. Peter and Evelyn went up to James and said "You alright there James?"

"Yeah," he responded, "I'm just looking at that fucking creepy rabbit over there."

The couple looked ahead, witnessing one of mother nature's atrocities. They indeed did see a rabbit, long and twisted as if it had been stretched out, it raised its head up and the freak of nature with its over heightened ears, looked into their eyes with its amber opal eyes dominated by a black void of a pupil, ruminating fear into their very bones. In lightning pace, it stretched out its jackal hind legs and broke into a sprint back into the woods, disappearing in mere seconds.

"For starters James, that's a bloody hare, not a rabbit," stated Evelyn.

"Either way, that thing was fucking creepy. Gave me the heebie-jeebies," said Peter which James agreed with by saying, "There's something just so psychedelic and creepy about those hares. Almost like deformed rabbits sent by Satan. I guess you could even say their presence is..."

"What?"

Evelyn negged for him to finish, "Come on James, what is it?"

"Their presence is foreboding!" said James as he laughed hysterically at his own joke.

"You're so funny James," said Peter in a sarcastic tone while holding a grin, clearly amused by James's joke too.

Evelyn left the two to their own devices and made her way back to the kitchen, "Ooh something smells good in here."

"Hey, I just chucked some pies and chips in the oven and I'm just steaming some broccoli for the side. Hope that's alright with you."

"That's more than alright, thanks for getting started already. I appreciate you never being afraid to take initiative. I'll set the table, it's the least I can do."

"Cheers Evelyn. Help yourself to some wine by the way. I've opened the bottle and think I'll need some help getting through it."

"With pleasure," said Evelyn as she grabbed herself a wine glass and poured herself some red wine.

Aurelia's playlist of trending pop songs set the backdrop as she took the pies and chips out the oven and placed one on each person's plate as well as a serving of chips. She then set a pan to a smidge below smoking point and stir fried the broccoli as she seasoned it with minced garlic, lemon juice, salt and pepper, bringing a bit of colour to the beigeness of the rest of the meal.

James had concocted up a jug of beef gravy from some granules they brought and set it on table. "Looks good Aurelia," said Peter paying his compliments to the chef.

"It's nothing, really. Just a quick meal to fuel us up."

"Fuel us up for what, babe? You got something planned?" asked James.

"For tonight of course my love, need you at full capacity." Evelyn and Peter exchanged a wry glance, taken aback by the brazen booty call they were being subject to witness.

Aurelia released a withheld giggle and apologised, "Sorry I guess we got a little carried away there."

James followed up and said "It has been a few days since-"

Aurelia hushed him, "I think they got the message already, darling."

"Hey! Not everyone was as lucky to have an opportunity like some yesterday afternoon."

"Oh god, you're never going to drop this," prophesised Peter.

"I mean, you guys definitely had a chance yesterday too! It's not our fault you didn't seize it," said Evelyn rushing to Peter's defence.

James gave out a hearty laugh, "Oh yeah, when?"

Evelyn took the bait, "Well, last night, Peter and I may have snuck a cheeky work out in the car. So, it's on you James if you didn't get some yesterday."

Aurelia grinned in a sinister fashion at Peter as she revelled in his discomfort. To avoid a turn of dialogue in this intriguing conversation, he grabbed his beer and took a sip. "Oh Peter, is that true?" asked Aurelia.

Peter nearly choked on his sip of beer as he realised his tactic did not put him in the clear. "There's not much to add really, Evelyn's pretty much given the gist of it."

Aurelia poured herself another glass of wine and topped Evelyn's up.

"Sounds like someone's jealous," said Evelyn rubbing salt into the wound.

"Not only were we too tired yesterday since we didn't get a nap. You two stole our suggestion from last night too!" said James which Peter butted in with a response near immediately, "Like you invented car sex," he laughed a little then continued, "I'm sure people have been having sex in cars since they were first invented."

Evelyn with her blushed cheeks, (from the wine or the topic?) steered the conversation into a new direction by saying "How's the writing going Aurelia? If I recall right, you said you were writing a book on Greek mythology."

"It's going good, the whole thing can be quite... Sisyphean at times, but I'm making steady progress. It's not exactly on Greek mythology but more like Greek mythology fanfiction. Kind of like what Dante's Inferno is to the bible. I know it's a bit niche, but I'd rather write what I want than just write for whatever the trends are."

James interjected. "I do believe there's a lot of unnecessary disregard towards the fanfiction genre. Lots of people hate it for not being wholly 'original' but isn't everything kind of ripping off something else?"

Peter joined in, "Definitely, Shakespeare is well-loved but a lot of his work is just his take on Greek tragedies or a lot of spaghetti westerns are Kurosawa films with a different setting."

"Fucking geeks," said Evelyn, following with sticking her tongue out at them.

"You did ask, what were you expecting?" rhetorically asked James, "Now, it's getting quite warm in here and as much as I love pies, the smell is getting quite heavy." He got up and opened the rear sliding door, which faced the jacuzzi.

James returned to his seat and said "Oh man that was good, cheers for making it babe, I'll start tidying up." He started stacking the plates and piled them into the dishwasher, as well as the dirty spoon and baking trays for making the food.

"Shall we let the food settle for a bit then head into the jacuzzi?" suggested Peter, which the others agreed with. Evelyn refilled her glass of wine, topped up Aurelia's and grabbed another cold one for the boys.

A corner L-shaped couch was placed in the rear corner, opposite the kitchen with its back facing the front door and its other back against the wall. It was composed of a dark navy-blue fabric and was cushioned heavily on the bottom to offer longevity and comfort, but offered enough resistance for other activities.

Evelyn gently placed the drinks on the glass topped coffee table, they all sat on the couch, a couple on each side. The open door gave the room a comforting chill and the essence of nature began to overpower the smell of food.

They sat for a few minutes in comfortable silence as they went on their phones, the background music preventing the quiet from turning into an awkward amalgamation of breathing and slurping.

Peter had caught up on his feeds and locked his phone, deciding to get a conversation flowing again. He looked up and saw James and Aurelia staring into each other's eyes with a lustful gaze, they were eye-fucking each other so hard there was no doubt in Peter's mind what they were going to do as soon as they were alone together.

Chapter 9: Night of Day 2

It was just after ten o'clock when Aurelia said, "Are we all ready for the jacuzzi? Cause I sure am." She then stood up and grabbed the hem of her dress.

Everyone was confused as to what she was away to do after getting up so abruptly and looked at her with curiosity.

She started gracefully lifting her dress up revealing her smooth, slender legs, the dress was just above her knees at this point. Peter couldn't help getting excited at the thoughts which barraged upon him as Aurelia stripped right in front of him.

The dress continued to be raised unveiling dark black bikini bottoms which rode up high on her waist, just covering her belly button. The dark bottoms contrasted elegantly with her olive toned skin, emphasising the bottoms to make them pop out. Her belly did slightly come out of the bottoms, but she was by no means overweight nor any less tantalising because of this.

She could feel everyone's gaze on her and in her peripheral could see something growing in Peter's trousers. Aurelia started to get a bit hot thinking of how she could entice a man with her body.

She pulled the dress over her head in one fell swoop. Her breasts were mostly covered by the bandeau top, but a gold ring clenched the fabric covering the breasts together while offering a keyhole view of her cleavage so it wasn't all left to the imagination. It was held up by two miniscule spaghetti straps as well as a sash to hold it in place behind.

Peter thought she looked stunning in her attire, her breasts were on the smaller side but he could still appreciate them as he believed there was enough for a full cup of the hand, which was all a man really needed, asking for anything more would be greedy. It was rather fitting for a petite woman like Aurelia, the final verdict couldn't be given until he saw her from behind. He was curious how her juicy behind would complement the outfit, he did know one thing though; that he wouldn't be complaining.

"Hot damn girl!" shouted James, "You look fucking hot in that, can't believe you deprived me of a sneak peek earlier, but I would've had to have you there and then," he winked at her.

"I love it Aurelia! You look gorgeous in it," complimented Evelyn whilst Peter stayed quiet.

"Aww thanks you two, also, hold back a bit please darling, you'll make them uncomfortable." Aurelia had brief moment of vulnerability and said "Now, am I the only one who's getting into the jacuzzi or what?"

"Oops, sorry girl. We did kind of just make you put on a show for us."

"I'm not complaining though," interjected James, "How about you Peter?"

Once again put on the spot, Peter stammered a response, "Yeah it... uh"... "looks really nice Aurelia"... "It really suits you!"

"Aww thank you Peter."

Evelyn had taken this opportunity to quickly take her t-shirt and jeans off without anyone noticing. James looked at her and for a micro-second he raised his eyebrows in awe, luckily caught by no one. "What the hell. How did you manage to take that off without anyone noticing?" asked Peter.

"I'm a ninja, honey. Now it's time for you to take yours off too or you wanting to get into the jacuzzi like that."

"I need to pop by the loo first, I'll meet you outside," lied Peter as he bought time for his stiffness to dissipate.

As he retired to the bathroom, James had taken his top off showing his bare chest. Evelyn had never seen him topless before and by god, she thought he looked near Herculean. He didn't have a sixpack, nor did he have bulging biceps. It was because of his low body fat, there was not an ounce of fat visible on James and he wasn't scrawny either. It was clear he worked out at least semi-regularly to maintain his humbly toned physique. Evelyn thought about how lucky Aurelia was to have such a hunk as a boyfriend, however, not as lucky as herself with Peter.

Peter had returned from the bathroom and placed his clothes on the couch, he was wearing dark blue swimming trunks, nearly matching with James except his had a light blue stripe on the sides.

Aurelia noticed that he had calmed himself down and wondered if he even needed the toilet. Despite Peter's body type being very different from her partner's, she appreciated it and found it quite handsome in its own way. Peter had a higher body fat than James with an ever so slightly protruding belly, this was more complimentary than detrimental because it prevented him from looking scrawny and gave a comforting dad-bod appeal.

"So shall we head in?" suggested Peter as he grabbed a handful of beers and an unopened bottle of wine.

"Let's" said Aurelia as she grabbed the wineglasses and the open bottle of wine, "Good thinking with grabbing booze, we'll probably not want to get out once we've gotten in."

"Oh my god, the towels!" said Evelyn in despair as she quickly ran upstairs to get them to make it less daunting to get out of the jacuzzi.

"You're a lifesaver sweetie," said Peter as she came back downstairs with four towels.

"Alright, enough dilly-dallying, let's head in," commanded James holding a bottle of... tequila? He made his way through the sliding door, his testicles instantly shrivelled, it was summer, but still a Scottish one.

Aurelia followed him and answered Peter's internal question, yes, her butt looked spectacular but unfortunately the bottoms didn't show much as they fully covered her derriere but it was still better than nothing, yet his mind kept replaying earlier in Tobermory when he saw its plumpness in all its glory. The sash of her bikini was tied together in a pleasing bow, assumingly by James prior. Just above the sash, on her right shoulder blade was a small tattoo of a white dove with the words "James" written below it. He had no idea she had a tattoo and was curious what the dove meant because to his recollection, Aurelia wasn't religious.

Peter followed her outside and felt the cool air assault him as he left the hospitable indoors. The sliding door led to a fenced wooden deck which was slightly raised above ground. On the immediate left was the jacuzzi, a standard circular type which raised ever so slightly above the deck. James was unclipping the cover as Peter admired the scenery. The wooded hill behind the lodge gave privacy, however it did block out the sunlight so Peter turned the patio light on for visibility.

"Alright, let's jump in!" said James, "I will warn you it's not fully heated up yet but it's still more comfortable than our current situation." He then grabbed the beers, wine and his bottle of tequila and placed them on the jacuzzi wall acting as a coffee table for the day. He hesitantly placed one foot in to test the waters and make sure it wasn't hydrochloric acid, "It's all good guys, come on in," then placed his other foot inside and sat down, "Ahh, this is heaven."

Peter got in, the hot water felt uncomfortable at first but after a short while his body adjusted and the encompassing heat felt like an embrace from a loved one.

Evelyn and Aurelia both got in from opposite sides, sitting next to their respective partners. Up close Evelyn looked even more beautiful than he thought was possible in her floral bikini. He looked to his right, and by god, James's time at the gym had certainly been paying off he thought as he saw the slightly toned man sitting by his side.

Peter laid back and sipped on his beer, appreciating the moment. It was a nice break from deadlines, micromanagers and the stalest small talk imaginable. He could just decompress fully with his girlfriend, good company and nice fresh, crisp air. Wishing he could just live peacefully like this and never return to responsibility, accountability and grafting for someone else's profits.

"Hellloooo!" said Evelyn, interjecting his inner monologue about tranquillity, "Were you falling asleep there Petey?"

Peter smiled, "Nah, I just got lost in my thoughts a little."

"Thank god," James said, "I was starting to get worried we'd have to get on the Jagerbombs for a moment."

"Have we even got Jägermeister or Red Bull?"

"Nope, but we've got tequila and coffee!"

Everyone shuddered at the thought.

"By the way Aurelia," she looked at Peter, preparing for his question, "I never knew you had a tattoo before, is it religious or is there something else to it?"

"You know how much I love world peace," she teased, "Actually in a way you could say it is religious. Doves are the symbol for Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and the James part is self-explanatory."

James followed up saying "Just don't look too much into it," he was stifling back laughter as he spoke, "She got it drunk when we were on holiday in..."

"Spain."

"Yeah, Spain, right, and the following morning we searched Aphrodite up a bit closer than just face value and turns out... drum roll please... that Aphrodite was quite a promiscuous lady to her poor husband's detriment as well as being the patron goddess of... prostitutes!" Laughter broke out at poor Aurelia's expense.

"At least it makes a good story though, could've been something way worse, doubt too many people think of sex work when they see doves," said Evelyn.

"True," agreed James, "Just better hope that tattoo isn't foreboding anything," following up his statement by giving a cheeky nudge to his partner and a wink at Peter who was actively cringing.

"Now who's ready for some shots," asked James with the answer clearly decided as he grabbed four plastic cups and separated them, "I'm afraid I couldn't find any shot glasses so we'll have to make do."

"Oooh let's make this a bit more interesting, how about we play a game?" suggested Aurelia.

"What kind of game were you thinking?" asked James with a hint of fear in his voice.

"How about never have I ever?"

"A most excellent idea Peter," declared Aurelia. Evelyn and Peter looked at each other, unsure if they were excited or nervous with how this was going to play out.

"I'll start!" said James, "Never have I ever been to the Isle of Mull."

Everyone begrudgingly necked their shot. "You're just trying to get us drunk," accused Evelyn.

"Heehee, yup, and there's nothing you can do about it," following his statement with a flirtatious wink towards her.

The questions were staying tame, everyone knew that it was just a matter of time until it got personal but no one wanted to be the one to kick it off. They played a few more rounds as the cool air breezed upon their faces providing a nice contrast to the steaming jacuzzi's warmth. The speaker on the outdoor dining table played music at a delicate volume and the patio light dimly lit the jacuzzi, all they could see from inside was the deck's fence and beyond that was just the vague outline of trees. The lack of external visuals gave the lodge an atmosphere of sanctuary with the hot tub being their personal sanctum.

The alcohol started to pump through their veins, Evelyn's face began to blush and Aurelia was slurring her words slightly. James had reached his limit of liquid courage and decided to take the game to new territory, "Never have I ever faked an orgasm." Peter laughed and Evelyn giggled as Aurelia solely took a shot.

James's curiosity got the best of him and said, "Really Evelyn? Not even once to get it over with?"

"Nope. Never," she replied, "I'm not going to start acting just to make a guy feel good about himself, it's on him to make me cum."

"I've never done it with James," she smiled "But clearly you've never been with a guy that bad then," interjected Aurelia, "When I was... fifteen? My first boyfriend was fucking terrible at it and the only way to get it over with was to fake one. It was like getting fucked by a deprived goat."

"Baaa!!" said James imitating a billy goat whilst everyone laughed at Aurelia's colourful image.

"It's not as easy for us guys," said Peter, "All a girl needs to do is check the evidence to confirm or not if we're faking. Besides..." he drifted off.

"What is it?" asked Aurelia.

"Nah, it's nothing," he said timidly.

"Come on Peter! Tell us, you've gotta finish what you started."

He looked at Evelyn's rosy cheeked face and she nodded, giving him the go ahead to say whatever was in his mind. "Well," Peter began, "I'd definitely be able to tell if Evelyn ever faked one anyway because whenever she... you know..."

"Say the words Peter, your nan isn't around," Evelyn held a dirty grin, she had figured exactly what Peter was on about and was rather excited to share this.

"Well, whenever she climaxes her... pussy... tightly clenches onto my dick as she moans," He laughed nervously and said more to fill the ruminating silence, "It definitely speeds things up having it engulfed so firmly."

"I aim to please," said a proud Evelyn.

"Oh wow," said Aurelia as she looked towards Peter with a thirst for knowledge, "Do I do that too darling?"

"Hmm, not to my recollection. Why don't we find out tonight?" he gave a smirk, enshrouded by his tightly trimmed stubble.

"Patience darling, it'll happen," she stammered.

"Ooh my turn now!" said a cheerful, inebriated Evelyn, "Never have I ever... hmmm..." she drifted off thinking how to one-up James's last question. "Never have I ever..."

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Many thanks for reading Part Two of The Trip!

I am forever grateful for your support and will work my hardest to ensure Part Three delivers to your expectations.