- By Admin
LITTLE MISS MOUSY
Tamsin relaxed on the sun lounger under the shade of some palms. She watched her friend Suzy on the next lounger apply factor 50 sun lotion. Suzy did it as she did everything – in a slow, deliberate way as though it was important. In this instance it seemed overtly sexy rubbing the lotion in with soft movements all over her top half but concentrating on her boobs. This – of course – attracted attention from the red bloodied males around.
Tamsin had once commented on this action to be told that Suzy only did it to make sure she was properly covered. SO important these days with skin cancer and climate change – and had also learned that Suzy’s close squinting inspection of people – mainly men - was only because she was very short sighted and wanted to see who she was talking to and their reactions. So they left each other to get on with their respective styles. Little Miss Mousy for Tamsin. Much more reserved. With plain flat hair, basic face but good slim figure she was usually overlooked. Suzy was voluptuous with a personality to match.
There were three sections to the beach. The one where the girls were was clothed, next topless and finally nude to the far end.Spain was liberal this way. Suddenly a man from the nudist section came into view having strayed into their territory jogging. Both girls sat up to take notice and giggle like mad. The up and down flopping motion of the man’s private parts was amusing.
‘ That must be very uncomfortable.’ Tamsin observed. Suzy had halted the rubbing in of her lotion. Her blonde sun streaked hair was pinned up in a scruffy glamorous way, wisps escaping all over. She oozed sex appeal. This was something that Tamsin didn’t. Ooze sex appeal. Neither of them minded how the other appeared or acted anymore. Each to their own.
Two fit young men approached smiling, egging each other on. They ground to a halt in front of Suzy with quick side glances towards Tamsin..
‘ Hola senoritas. Hablar espanol?’
‘ No – English.’ Suzy smiled encouragingly and patted the sand next to her lounger. The young men sat down cross legged. Suzie waved Tamsin over to join in both of them sitting on Suzy’s lounger looking down at the men who started to speak ‘Spanglish’.
They had more English than the girls had Spanish, so it went well. More than an hour later they had all exchanged phone numbers and hotel details. The men gave their names as Pablo and Alvaro. They waved a passing beach waiter over paying for drinks. Fresh squeezed fruit juice all round. A date was set for the evening at a popular bar. It didn’t escape the girls notice that the one who would be ‘with’ Tamsin wasn’t too enthusiastic, but take one girl, take her friend too. It was the rule.
Back at the hotel Tamsin was moved to comment:
‘ I can’t say I am over enthusiastic either but not because ‘mine’ isn’t attractive – he is in a swarthy way - but I was just going to relax tonight.’ She sighed with resignation. ‘ Ah, well, it will get over. I’ll have to make a big effort to entertain though as I know ‘mine’ isn’t keen on me. What was his name Pablo?’
‘ Yes and mine is called Alvaro.’ Suzy replied. ‘ Shall we have a swim and then go back to the hotel and get slowly ready. Have a drink in the bar to set us up?’
‘ Good idea.’ They did just that.
Back at the hotel they sorted through outfits and took time over makeup and hair. Tamsin had to use mousse and spent ages curling hers. Some old fashioned backcombing gave her big hair flowing down to her shoulders and a gloss finish she added made the reds and gold shimmer in her hair. Her expertly applied makeup made her ordinary face into one of a stunning model – which was exactly what she was. A clothes horse with a face that could provide so many different aspects. Her outfit was very complimentary to her boyish figure, a wide belt showing off her slim waist. She liked bright colours so she had chosen a turquoise outfit that was stunning with her tan, her firm arms on display. She donned some bling – a sparkling chunky bracelet with earrings and some knuckle duster rings drawing attention to her newly painted nails. She didn’t go in for the stick on ones. Interfered with her sports.
Suzy was in black , her favourite colour, always sophisticated but boring. Her hair once washed fell into place naturally wavy.
They set off for the hotel bar settling in oversized chairs surrounded by mini palms. A waiter brought their order over and on leaving gave Tamsin a smile of admiration. Two drinks later they got up and moved towards reception to order a taxi. Suddenly Pablo and Alvaro hove into view. Recognition all round and surprise.
‘ Guapa. Very pretty. ‘ He addressed Suzy. ‘ Where is Tamsin? Is this another friend?’ He looked admiringly and questioningly.
‘ I AM Tamsin.’ Tamsin replied her gaze steady on the men – she was used to such reactions. Mouse to model. She was almost smug. She smiled both inwardly and outwardly. Her date appeared tongue tied and just stared unbelieving.
‘ I am sorry to be coming here but we came to have one drink with you because we have – er had – to leave early. Pablo has to go to work , not expected. But – um - maybe Pablo, you can say you have problem with family?’ Alvaro shrugged and looked a bit embarrassed with this about turn but smiled shyly hoping the ‘excuse’ would be accepted without comment. The girls knew full well the guys had come to be polite with one drink and then escape as Pablo didn’t want to be left with plain old Tamsin. Shallow perhaps but Tamsin who spent most of her time with full makeup and posh clothes on, reveled in being plain, if not downright shabby and unappealing. She got fed up with all the attention models on their way up get.
‘Oh please phone – see if you can get out of work.’ Tamsin was encouraging, the wine having perked her up plus the men’s reactions had amused her. She felt good. ‘ Si, yes. Yes, I will ring work immediamente. Scuse please.’ Pablo went away to ‘phone work’ positively beaming. Little Miss Mousy had pulled it out of the bag again.