0 comments/ 5840 views/ 2 favorites Merridown Tales Ch. 01 By: yakka Scott wheeled his truck out of the depot and headed toward the beach. It was a bright summer morning and he knew there would be plenty of eye candy out and about. He also knew that it would put him behind an hour on his soft drink delivery run but what the heck at 24, life was too short to stress about an hour. Scott expertly manoeuvred the four ton truck slowly along the foreshore, all the time swinging his head left and right to catch a glimpse of bikini clad bodies aimlessly strolling along the walkways or heading toward the beach. He carefully pulled into a lay away and stopping, he casually rolled a cigarette and watched three girls in their late teens, basking in the morning sun. It didn't take him long to notice the girls were topless and while he was enjoying the scenery, one of the girls stood. She noticed Scott and unashamedly began walking toward him. "Hey Mr. Soft drink man," She called, making her way toward him. "How about selling me some drinks?" She asked, as she slowly made her way up the sandy rise. "Sure," Scott called, somewhat hoarsely, trying desperately to swallow the lump in his throat and not think about the rise in his shorts. "They're not cold," he added, awkwardly climbing from his truck. He had trouble keeping his eyes off her nubile body and noticed the slight bounce of her ample breasts, the sway of her nicely rounded hips and the flatness of her stomach that fell away to a perfectly shaped pair of long legs. Suddenly she was standing before him saying "Anything will do, it doesn't matter if it's not cold." "Well, well, I do keep some on ice for myself." He stammered. "I recon I can let you have a couple of them," he said, reaching into his esky. "So long as you don't mind lemonade," He laughed. "No, cold lemonade is fantastic," she said, and then asked. "What's your name and how often do you come along the beach?" "I'm Scott," he replied. "I only come along here on a Tuesday after loading my truck at the depot. He replied. "How about you?" he asked. "Oh, I'm Rebecca and my two friends and I are here for a week. We have rented villa 22 in the Beachcomber across the road." She answered, taking the lemonade bottle and gently rolling it across her breasts. "Oh, that is nice," she cooed. Her nipples instantly puckered up and jutted outward. "Yes," Scott agreed, trying to discreetly re-adjust his rising manhood, as it sought to take a look for it's self. "Scott, do you mind calling back this afternoon and I will pay you for these drinks" Rebecca said, "you can see, I haven't got my wallet with me." She added with a smile. "Sure," Scott replied. "I know where you live, number 22." He said, with a laugh. "Terrific, you're the greatest Scott." She said, turning and heading toward her friends. Scott sat admiring the swing of her body and the stride of her long legs. Quietly he laughed and said, aloud to himself. "I have probably just been screwed for two bottles of lemonade. Then noticing the time, he cursed and again said aloud. Gees, Mrs. Smith will be wondering where I am with her lemonade. Scott pulled out of the layaway and tooted his horn. Rebecca waved and called "See you this afternoon, Scott." Scott never heard her reply, over the roar of the motor. Mrs. Smith was anxiously waiting with her two empty lemonade bottles in her hand. "You're late Scott." She called, making her way toward his truck. "Yes, sorry Mrs. Smith". "I had some trouble with my eyes," he said, handing her the drinks. "But I'm alright now," He quickly added with a chuckle. Climbing into his truck an instant replay of a topless Rebecca flashed through his mind and he began to laugh. The morning went fast and by lunch he had made up the lost time. He had one delivery to go before breaking for a quick snack. It was a long hard haul up to the outlook for one weekly delivery, three bottles of cola and three of dry ginger ale for number 33. Scott never really minded the long trip to the top, he had made a bit of a game out of it. He would try and guess if Mrs. Wilson would be home and anticipate if she would be in the pool, the sauna or sun baking on the deck Mrs. Wilson or Susan as she preferred, was an airline hostess and she liked to keep herself trim and tanned. The secluded property allowed for her to be as close to nature as she desired and Scott knew she liked to be very close to nature at times. Mr. Wilson was a geologist with the mines and spent a lot of time away. While he turned and parked outside 33 Scott noted the temperature gauge on the truck had begun to drop to normal. Climbing from the hot cab he noticed a cool breeze waft up from the valley below. Nice views he said to himself, looking down over the tops of the houses below and onto the tree lined golden sandy beach. He could easily make out the white caps on the incoming waves and he felt a sudden desire to be there with the semi naked Rebecca. Shaking that thought from his mind he reached for three bottles of cola and three of dry ginger ale and imagined a semi naked Susan Wilson, sun baking on the deck. He quickly headed up the winding path toward the side deck. Climbing the stairs and opening the gate to the side deck, he headed to the drink crate at the far end. Muffled voices came from a small gymnasium room partway along the deck. Scott's curiosity had been aroused and he momentarily stopped to investigate. "Hi Scott," Susan called, when she noticed him at the open door. "Hi Susan. Just the usual order this week?" he asked, glancing around the gym and noticing a tall blonde woman sitting astride the work bench. His sharp eye quickly noticed the woman's trim figure, clad in white skimpy shorts and red sports bra that just managed to restrain her ample breasts. "Come on in Scott, Susan invited. This is Amanda, a long time friend of mine. She will be house-sitting for me while I am away in Europe for a month. "Oh! I didn't know you were travelling to Europe." Scott replied, putting the drinks down and turning toward Amanda. "I'm glad to meet you Amanda and I hope you enjoy your stay." he smiled. "Wow you didn't tell me you had such a good looking drink man," Amanda said, rising from the work bench. "You've kept him well hidden in this idyllic hideaway." she added, moving over and standing close to Scott. The warmth and smell of her body caused a sudden explosion within Scott. His senses become heightened and everything suddenly seemed a blur. Somewhere among it all he could vaguely hear Susan's laughter and her saying, leave the man alone Amanda. He won't want to come here if you keep this up. Thoughts began racing through Scott's mind. Oh! yes I'll come, in fact I'd like to lay either of you over that work bench or the pool table, even the lounge or the deck railing and make you cum. Cum, until your screams of ecstasy fill the valley below. Scott felt the push of his manhood against his shorts and quickly snapped back to reality. "You may like to change the drink order Amanda. I'm sure Scott wont mine." Susan said. "Yeah, yeah that's fine. Scott mumbled, pulling an order pad from his shirt pocket and passing it to Amanda, saying, you can change the order each week if you wish." "What you only come once a week." Amanda said, pouting cheekily. Not likely, Scott thought and fearful of arousing the monster with in his shorts, he quickly turned the conversation back to the drinks order. "Yeah, terrible I know, he replied with a grin. Now what drinks would you like?" he asked. "Hmmm let me see. Amanda said, pushing close to Scott. "I think I will keep the lemonade and change the dry ginger for two cola and I think the passionfruit flavour." She added. "That's probably the closest you will get to passion Amanda." Susan laughed loudly. Grinning she added,"Life down here isn't as exciting as the city." "Oh, you've just spoiled my break Susan." Scott heard Amanda reply, as he left the gym. When Scott returned with Amanda's order he noticed the women had moved to the sun lounges on the deck. They both make a great picture he thought while placing the crate of drinks at the end and gathering the empties. Scott stopped beside Amanda and looked down on her outstretched form. He couldn't help but notice her nipples straining to poke through her bra and the flatness of her stomach falling to her scantily clad mound pushing up high. He had a sudden desire to cup her mound in his strong thin hand and gently probe for her love button, while nibbling on her protruding nipples. His manhood quickly began to grow, pushing forward trying to have a peek for it's self. Scott handed Amanda a new drinks order form and hoarsely said. "I've put my mobile on there in case you need to change your order before the next delivery. "Thank you Scott." Amanda cooed. Hmmm, she said, with raised eyebrows and staring directly at the bulge in his shorts. Turning he said. "You have a great holiday Susan and I hope you have an enjoyable stay Amanda", he added before descending the steps. "Thanks Scott." She called after him. "See you next delivery." Amanda called. Scott quickly headed toward his truck, the girl's light laughter echoed behind him. The extended stop had delayed him so he pushed himself hard and managed to finish his deliveries by four o'clock. He was horny and hot and felt a swim in the surf would be refreshing. He always carried extra swim wear for occasions when he felt like a swim. He stopped at the beach where he had seen the girls earlier that morning. If they happened to be here then he considered that a bonus. Scott parked his truck and hastily pulled a tarpaulin over his load then headed to the water. He did a quick scan of the beach but didn't notice Rebecca and her friends. There was plenty of eye candy around and the dull ache in his groin got worse. He hit the water in an attempt to calm his body. The afternoon sun was beginning to drop over the horizon when Scott emerged from his swim. He lazily headed toward his truck and wondered if he should drop into the Beachcomber and see Rebecca. He towelled himself off and climbed into the truck to change his shorts. He was interrupted by Rebecca tapping on the door. "I hope I'm not disturbing you Scott," she said with a big smile. "No, err no," he stammered. "I was just about to change out of my swim shorts." he added, with a slight laugh. "Oh, don't let me stop you." Rebecca laughed and then added, "I've got that money for the lemonade." "Gosh you didn't have to do that." Scott chuckled. I'd written them bottles off, but you could let me buy you something to eat for being honest." he said. "Well that would be great but I'm on my way for a swim." she replied. "You could join me before you change your shorts," she laughed. "It's nearly dark," Scott said. "You know you shouldn't swim after dark, so the experts say." "Well I'm game if you are," Rebecca replied, turning and walking toward the beach. "Hang on." Scott called, grabbing his towel and frantically locking his truck before following her. Rebecca reached the sand and kicked off her sandals. She reached down and lifted her beach shirt over her head and dropped it beside her sandals. Her naked breasts bounced lightly as she slowly jogged to the water. Scott paused for a moment and admired Rebecca's semi naked figure, his body reacted and his shorts instantly bulged. Hurriedly he followed Rebecca into the water. Rebecca had difficulty standing in the rolling surf and had to hang on to Scott. She held him close and her naked breasts pushed hard into him. Scott's cock grew rock hard and began to peek over the top of his swimmers. Rebecca felt the head push against her lower abdomen and reached up and kissed him passionately. Rebecca felt his hardness and ground her pelvis into him. He pulled her tighter to him and hungrily kissed her. With one arm around her waist, he reached behind with the other, gently cupping her backside. Guttural sounds of pleasure echoed deep within as he pulled her closer. Rebecca wrapped one leg around his lower body and he slipped his fingers beneath her swimsuit, anxiously seeking her moist slot. His firm fingers discovered her love button and Rebecca squealed with delight when he softly rolled it back and forth across her ultra sensitive clitoris. He pulled back slightly and slipped two fingers into her moist cavern. Rebecca pushed eagerly onto his fingers and soon her orgasm exploded, covering Scott's hand with hot fluid. Rebecca was amazed that her moistness was not washed away by the surf and she reached down to release Scott's rock hard cock from his swimmers. The receding water quickly dropped and Rebecca gasped as she glimpsed the large one eyed purple head atop the rigid shaft. She was not surprised by the length but the thickness of his organ. She was excited and also apprehensive at the thought of having such a large organ inside. Rebecca quickly removed her swimsuit and helped Scott guide his enormous organ toward her wet entrance. Scott lifted her and as the waves encompassed their entwined bodies, he pushed gently into her. Rebecca began kissing him eagerly, and then moaned loudly as she accepted the head. "Oh you're so big," she whispered in his ear. Scott paused slightly and a rolling wave unexpectedly lifted her upward. Frightened she would be lifted off his cock, Rebecca pushed downward. The wave abruptly fell away and her body dropped sharply down, impaling her completely on the steely shaft. She let out a loud squeal of delight and pain and she bit down hard into Scott's shoulder while her orgasm exploded. Scott braced himself in the water and the rolling waves continued to gently pick Rebecca up then lower her onto his hard cock, her first orgasm had made it easier for her to accept him deep inside. The swishing movement of the surf also made it easier for Rebecca to ride the huge organ and added to the excitement. Scott's breathing sharpened and he clasped her close and began to push hard, in and out. She felt his enormous cock push deep within her before he let out a harsh cry of ecstasy. His body shook violently and his cock pulsed wildly, filling her with hot fluid. At the same moment Rebecca moaned equally as loud and pushed down to meet his every thrust as her own orgasm exploded. With her legs wrapped tightly around Scott's body, Rebecca and Scott stood in passionate embrace while the surf gently massaged their bodies. It seemed an age before the two emerged from the surf. Scott gathered his towel and Rebecca slipped on her beach shirt. While they slowly walked to the truck Scott asked. "What would you like for dinner, steak, Chinese or seafood?" "Oh Scott I'm too tired to go eat. That swim took a lot out of me, I'm exhausted." she said, taking his arm. "Besides I think I just had seafood." She laughed. Scott laughed with her and said, "Yeah your right there, maybe tomorrow, hey." They reached the truck and Scott opened the door and tossed his towel inside. Rebecca climbed onto the step and looked inside. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "How do you manage to manoeuvre such a big thing around?" "I'm used to manoeuvring big things.... he began then stopped, realising what he had said. Turning and laughing lightly, Rebecca replied. "You certainly are." They both laughed loudly and Rebecca bent and kissed him. Scott slowly slid his hands beneath Rebecca's beach shirt and lifting it slightly, gently caressed her back while nuzzling into her stomach. He began to softly run his tongue around her navel. "Hmmm," Rebecca moaned, and then taking his head in her hands, gently kissed him. "Not tonight," she added, climbing down from the truck. "Your right," Scott agreed, and bent and kissed her. "Till next time," Rebecca answered and turning, disappeared into the night. Merridown Tales Ch. 02 The next morning Scott rose at dawn and headed to the beach for a quick swim before starting his long day. He grimaced at the thought of having to work. He wondered if he would get an opportunity to see Rebecca today and his body reaction reminded him of their previous encounter. He pushed the thought aside and headed into the water. Scott finished his swim and headed home to collect his truck, the morning sun burning into his back indicated that it was going to be a long hot day. Morning traffic was just beginning to come off the peak when he stopped outside his first delivery point and began uncovering his load. He raised the tarpaulin to the top of the front headboard and loosely tied the side drops up. This allowed him easy access to the load yet kept the drinks cool from the day's heat. Scott checked his run register and began selecting Mrs. Andrew's standard order. Scott had only seen Mrs. Andrews once in the six months he had been delivering to her. She always left the empty bottles in a crate in the laundry and her money in a special envelope. After Mrs. Andrews the three houses across the road were on his list. Scott checked his run list and filled two crates with drinks. He headed to the Parker household and wondered if they had remembered to leave out the money for last week's drinks along with this week. Opening the front gate he spotted the familiar blue crate on the front steps. He removed the six empty bottles and underneath was an envelope. Neatly written on the front was, this weeks and last week's money - Thank You. Scott smiled as he gathered the crate of empty bottles. The opening of the front door startled him and he stepped back when Ashleigh emerged saying, "Mum's left last week's money for you Scott. Did you get it?" Scott paused momentarily and looking upward he took in the view of the girls long shapely legs. A small bright yellow G-string bikini covered where they joined, his gaze quickly taking in the remainder of her scantily clad body, pert upturned breasts straining against miniscule pieces of yellow material and her young shapely body tanned by the summer's rays. "Yeah, yeah Ashleigh," he replied, hesitantly. Scott had not seen Ashleigh since winter had ended and was amazed at how stunning the young 21 year old had become. Her name may sound like a boy but there was nothing boyish about the girl before him, he thought. "How's the nursing studies coming along?" Scott asked. "I graduate in three months." She replied, with a large smile. "Then its lookout world here I come I suppose," he said with a laugh. "Its look out world now," Ashleigh said, turning and showing her naked derriere to Scott as she slowly turned, slipping a towel around her waist. "I'm off for a few laps of the pool." She added, disappearing through the doorway. Scott felt the heat in his loins and the shapely body of Ashleigh was indelibly etched into his mind. He slowly gathered the drink crates and headed next door. It was too early for those kinds of distractions he thought, closing the gate. He didn't want to have to explain a huge bulge in his shorts to a customer, especially one of the older women. Scott pushed himself hard to keep from thinking about Ashleigh and just before noon he stopped at the Cliff-Top Café. He was pleased to be about an hour ahead of schedule and decided to sit and have lunch instead of the usual snack on the run. The Cliff Top Café overlooked a small sandy cove. Scott knew it was a place often used for nude o topless bathing. He gave a casual look over the beach and noted that there were very few bathers soaking up the rays today. He sat at one of the many shaded tables and scanned through the paper while he ate. Scott was engrossed in the paper when a sultry voice interrupted him. "So this is where you spend your spare time." Startled he looked up to see Ashleigh standing there, broadly smiling. Instantly he felt the heat return to his loins. Although he had pushed the image of their previous encounter aside, it had still left a dull ache in his groin all morning. Scott's manhood instantly sprang to life at the image before him. Ashleigh wore white shorts, very short shorts that began around her pelvic bone and finished about three inches lower. They were so tight they accentuated the bulge of her mound and her ample breasts strained against the same yellow bikini top that she had worn earlier. The dull ache in his groin turned to a heavy thump and his penis began to harden. Scott tried inconspicuously to readjust his rising manhood as it strained to peak his shorts for a look of its own. "Oh sure," Scott replied with a nervous laugh, the ocean view is quite relaxing, he added. "Oh, I don't know about that Scott," she said, straddling the bench seat and spreading her legs wide, sliding close to him. "You don't appear to be very relaxed, she added, placing a hand high on his thigh and pushing her breasts into him. Scott felt the heat of her hand burn deep into his body and silently cursed as his manhood instantly grew hard and cleared the elastic top of his shorts. Ashleigh nuzzled into him and slid her hand into his shorts and grasped the throbbing monster. She reached forward and kissed him hard, sinking her tongue deep into his mouth as she ran her fingernails the length of his rigid cock. Scott moaned loudly when she gently dug her nails in, scratching his pulsing knob. It was both painful and pleasurable. Pre cum had begun to escape and Ashleigh quickly gathered it with her thumb and forefinger and spread it over his knob, where her fingernails had just travelled. The flow increased and Ashleigh expertly moved up, down and around, spreading the smooth sticky substance over the hot angry head of his hard on. Unexpectedly Scott felt the pain of his loins ease and grasping the edge of the bench seat he moaned deeply while his love juice spewed geyser like from him. Ashleigh firmly squeezed his pulsing cock, adding to his pleasure. "Are you up for a swim?" Ashley whispered hoarsely in Scott's ear, while pushing a breast into his body. Scott swallowed hard, trying to clear the lump that had formed in his throat. "I, hum, no err I would love to but I can't, he stammered. I've got to finish my run. Mrs. Cruickshank will be waiting for her drinks," he mummbled, immediately feeling foolish at his last remark. "Maybe after I finish," he added. Ashleigh swung her legs round and standing, she leaned forward and kissed him hard. Scott began to stand but Ashleigh gently pushed him back down. "I'm leaving for two months at city General this afternoon." she said, while beginning to walk away. "I'm Sorry... Scott began but Ashleigh interrupted him. "Say hello to Mrs. Cruickshank," she called before disappearing down the steep path leading to the cove below. Scott slid from the bench and quickly moved to his truck. He climbed in and hastily changed his shorts. I'm glad I always carry spares clothes he thought as he continued with his deliveries. Scott turned into Mulligan Street and immediately spied Mrs. Cruickshank waiting at the gate. She was dressed in a thin floral summer dress and sneakers, He began to laugh loudly as his mind had extreme difficulty trying to mentally superimpose the scantily clad image of Ashleigh onto that of an ageing Mrs. Cruickshank. He quickly shook the images from his mind and climbed clumsily from the truck. "You're a bit late today Scott." Mrs. Cruickshank called as Scott alighted. "Yeah, sorry about that Mrs. C, I had a lunch break that was more than I thought and it blew my timing out. Blew more that than Scott thought. "You know you could have lunch here Scott, I wouldn't mind." Mrs. C said. "Thanks Mrs. C, I know that but I really do prefer to eat on the run." He replied, placing four bottles of soda water in her carry crate. Smiling, Mrs. C handed Scott the money, squeezing his hand gently. Scott clambered into his truck. "See you in a week," he called, and started off. Scott momentarily glanced at Mrs. C and noticed the out line of her figure as the sun shone through her flimsy dress. He slipped the clutch and while he headed to his next delivery, he couldn't help recall last summers encounter with Mrs. C. Mrs. C hadn't been out the front to meet him, as she normally would. Scott gathered her four bottles of soda water and headed toward the door. Mrs. C came rushing, saying, "Oh Scott, you're early, and opening the door she added. Please come through to the kitchen, I have some empties there." Scott followed and Mrs. C mumbled something about having trouble unscrewing the tops. Sometimes they can be difficult, Scott had told her and when they entered the Kitchen, Mrs. C suddenly turned and gently grabbed a hold of his cock. "Oh I would like to screw the top of this she murmured huskily and pushed her body hard into his. She quickly reached an arm around his neck and confidently pulled him to her, kissing him passionately. The smell of alcohol filled his nostrils. Scott recalled feeling like a dork as he stood there with arms out stretched holding two bottles of soda water in each hand. He could neither hug her nor push her away but his body did react naturally. His huge cock began to harden as Mrs. C released it from his shorts. She firmly slid her hand up and down its length, occasionally pausing and squeezing the knob while she pushed her tongue deep into his throat, all the time moaning passionately. Scott could taste the gin. Scott manoeuvred around and was trying to place the bottles on the table. Mrs. C broke from her kiss and unexpectedly dropped to her knees and engulfed his manhood with her mouth. Scott was taken aback with surprise and nearly dropped the bottles. He managed to get them to the table and leaned back enjoying the moment. Mrs. C expertly mauled him, running her mouth up and down the length and flicking her tongue around the throbbing head of his pulsing cock. Intermittently she would push hard onto him and he could feel the back of her throat, she would murmur deeply, the vibrations driving him to heightened pleasures. She would then rake her teeth gently back up along his length and nibble his knob. Scott thought he would blow his mind before he blew his dick. Mrs. C squeezed his balls and Scott felt his cock pulse hard as his juice began to flow. Mrs. C clasped one hand firmly around his cock and sunk hard onto it pushing it deep into her throat. Scott released his load and guttural sounds of pleasure escaped Mrs. C as she swallowed hard and fast, her body convulsing wildly. She had released Scott from her mouth and sunk to the floor, leaning back against a cupboard. Scott noticed her hand in her groin and knelt beside her. He gently covered her hand with his, pushing lower he felt her warm wetness and with long fingers. He began to softly massage her love nest. Mrs. C clasped his hand hard to her and gently shook her head. No, she whispered, this isn't right. Scott lifted her from the floor and she leaned into him and kissed him lightly before pulling away. Confused, Scott gathered the empties and left. Scott pulled away from the kerb and thought that would be the end of a good customer but alas next week Mrs. C was standing waiting for him. Nothing was ever mentioned about their previous encounter however Scott learned later that her husband had run off with another woman about a month before. Scott pushed the thoughts of Mrs C to one side and concentrated on finishing his deliveries. Distractions such as these made it difficult and the summer heat didn't help. The humidity of the afternoon began to sap Scott's energy as he struggled to finish his deliveries. His thoughts were more on getting to the beach for a swim although it was a reminder of what he missed by not taking Ashleigh up on her offer. His second last delivery was Mrs. Johnson a regular who sometimes struggled to pay for her drinks. Policy was not to allow credit for more than two-dozen drinks to accumulate however Scott had let Mrs. Johnson go to three and he hoped there would be payment today. Scott pulled his truck to a stop and instead of gathering Mrs. Johnson's usual order he headed toward the door. Two sharp raps quickly brought her to the door. "Scott, I'm, glad you're here. I have a favour too ask." Scott immediately knew what it would be and dreaded this moment. "What is that?" Scott replied, hesitantly, dreading she was going to ask for further credit or worse, cut out her account. It is my daughter Em's 18th on Saturday and I already owe you for three dozen drinks and um, wondered if.... Here it comes Scott thought as he braced himself to disappoint her. If I could pay you for the three dozen I owe and get two dozen for the party on credit. Phew Scott sighed inwardly, "yeah sure Mrs Johnson that is no problem, he said with a grin. Expecting a huge gathering," he added. "Oh, about twenty of Em's friends plus the usual family crowd, which will out number her friends I am sure." She laughed. "Birthdays can be like that hey," Scott replied. "I S'pose you want a few mixers in the order Mrs Johnson?" "Oh Yeah," she called over her shoulder as she headed inside. Scott returned with the order and placed it at the front door. "Thanks Scott you're a real lifesaver for doing this." Mrs Johnson said as she paid him. "Gees Mrs Johnson we can't have a dry 18th birthday can we." Scott laughed Heading for his truck he called back, "Have a great birthday Emily." Scott's mobile began to ring drowning out any reply. "Scott here," he said, answering the phone. "Hi Scott,This is is Amanda, Susan's friend." "Hello Amanda, How is the house sitting going?" "Well a little slower than I thought but the rest is doing me good. Amanda replied, and then continued. "Unfortunately I have just about finished all those drinks you delivered and I know you don't come again until next week but I wondered if you could maybe make an exception this once and refill my order early." She asked. Scott thought for a moment, the image of Amanda stretched on the lounge flashed through his mind. "Oh yeah I think I can manage that Amanda. When did you want them?" he answered. "Would tomorrow be an imposition?" Amanda asked. Tomorrow is very busy as it's my half day, Scott explained but I could deliver them somewhere around one pm if that's okay." He offered. "That would be great Scott. If you like we could have a swim. Oh could you put in an extra bottle of passion fruit for me." She added. "Extra passion sure thing, see you tomorrow." Scott smiled and hung up. Scott had five deliveries to do before he could head home for the day. He had difficulty getting Amanda out of his thoughts. Scott cruised past the beach on his way home, hoping to catch a glimpse of Rebecca, not that he would have stopped for a swim. Tonight was his weekly boy's night out with darts at the local pub.