Timeshare. Ft. Myers Beach. Spring Break. Grad school. Six of us shared a three bedroom condo--four girls two guys. Friends and classmates--not lovers. I shared the downstairs bedroom with Eddy. The ladies doubled up as well. Ground rules? No loud music, ladies had the upstairs bath exclusively, boys had the one downstairs. A bikini or speedo on the doorknob meant do not enter. No overnight guests. No glass on the beach.
Swaying palms lined the shore. Flights of brown pelicans soared single file just above them along the beach. The afternoon sea breeze refreshed. We swam, snorkeled and splashed in the ocean. Volleyball on the beach and in the water. The kitchen island sported a dozen bottles of liquor. Mixers filled the fridge.
When I rinsed at the outdoor shower before going in to mix another a girl named Vicky rinsed next to me. We had already met on the beach. A tall slim college girl and fellow breaker she had long dark hair, big brown eyes and a killer smile. She wore a French bikini. Instead of tying around her hips the bottom strings went high up to her waist then down the back. Nothing covered her in back. We chatted away. After I toweled off she asked to borrow mine. She did the same then hooked my towel around her neck said bye and started walking away.
Are you following me? she said. Uh yes you have my towel, I said. They're all the same here, she teased. I know they are--basic white--but that's my beach towel. You can tell by the size & color? I said. You said I could borrow it--you didn't say for how long, she giggled over her shoulder. Stop! Thief! I laughed picking up the pace.
I followed Vicky through a labyrinth of walkways--she hurrying ahead each time I caught up only to slow and drag my towel along the walk or dangle it from around a corner. Her cute round bare butt led to the door of her condo. It slammed in my face. Rejected!? The knob turned but she had thrown the bolt. I knocked and knocked again. No reply. Smashing the doorbell multiple times got results. The door opened. An arm held out a white towel. Surrender? I said. Towel dropped at my feet. Door slammed again. Laughter and voices inside.
I hung on the bell. This time the door opened all the way. A shorter girl in a bikini gave me the once over. Well, well. Look what Vicky dragged in, she said. Three other bikini-clad girls between Vicky and the door laughed drinks in hand. May I have my towel back? I said. Say please, Vicky's roomie said. Please? I said. All together now, she said. May I please have my towel back? I smiled. She handed it to me. Thank you, I said. You'll have to forgive Vicky--she's quite the impetuous one, she said. Shut UP! Vicky said. The door slammed shut on their laughter. I know where you live! I called. A chorus of oooo's followed.
I padded back to our pad in bare feet, mixed a drink then spread towel on a chaise on the beach and took in the afternoon scene from behind Ray-Bans. As I slathered more Coppertone everywhere a voice said, Hi Nate. I looked up. Oh hi Sheila how are you? I said. I'm fine thanks--you remembered my name, she said spreading towel and lounging on the chaise next to mine. Yeah we met at the pool this morning, I said. She and her friend Liz were sunning when I got there. I stuffed my long hair into swim cap, snapped goggles in place and did my morning laps. We chatted quite a bit after. They were middle aged and married but travelled together sans husbands. They were both average height. Busty. Sheila had brown hair and blue eyes. Liz dark blond hair with green eyes. Unlike most college girls who wore straight long hair Sheila and Liz had styled hair of women their age. Both were fit and showed it off in bikinis at the pool and on the beach.
Her tube of sunscreen made sounds of petering out. Can I borrow yours? I won't use much, she said. Use all you want, I said, I'll buy more. She thanked me. We sunned in the breeze chatting. We already knew most of each other's stories. She wore a string bikini which covered more than Vicky's little number. She was flat-chested. Sheila was not. After about twenty minutes--ten on each side Sheila invited me over for a drink. Okay, I said. I'm in unit 7--give me fifteen minutes, she said rising. See you there, I said.
I gave her twenty.
I went back to our pad. A bikini hung from the doorknob of my bedroom. Eddy was getting lucky already. No surprise there. I stepped into the bath, brushed my teeth and pulled a couple condoms from my shave kit. If any of the girls were getting lucky upstairs I couldn't tell and didn't bother to find out.
Where's Liz? I said when Shelia handed me a killer Margarita. She's out late--we won't be disturbed, she said slipping her other arm around my waist. I was hoping we'd be alone, I said slipping mine around hers. Initial contract gave her goosebumps. She pulled me over to the couch. You wore trunks all afternoon, she said tugging at them. They're much less confining than speedos, I said. Mmm I don't doubt, she smiled. Kiss. Touch. Kiss. Touch. Salty Margarita lips. Drinks were set on the coffee table--you know the drill.
What are these? she said feeling the packets in my pocket. Just in case, I said. Were you hoping it was the case? she said hand still on my thigh. Very much so, I said. Well it's definitely the case, she smiled. A few more kisses and she straddled me. Twenty years older and mother who joked that her two teens were throwing wild parties at home Sheila had the vibe of a much younger woman. If she ever had baby weight it was long gone. No middle age spread either. Not even love handles. Her bikini top came off. I kissed cleavage but she pressed close wanting to kiss.
When I adjusted the bone trapped in my trunks she tugged at them again and said, Just get these off. While I stood and obeyed she held one of the packets in her teeth and took my cock in her hands when it swung free. My, my, she said through clenched teeth looking up from where she sat. She moved it, lifted it, inspected it. Smart woman. Then my balls. She dropped the packet. You are a big boy aren't you? she said then kissed my head and started blowing me. When I sat next to her she bent over and continued. My hands caressed the length of her exposed back, hips and sides. I cupped, caressed and gently squeezed her big tits. When I untied her bikini bottoms she rose. I pulled them away, sat her down, spread her legs and kissed up the insides of her legs. She fingered my hair while I ate her. She sported a Brazilian.
Okay come on, she said grabbing packet off the coffee table where she had dropped it. Taking me by the hand she led me into her bedroom. I thought it kind of funny when she closed the door. If Liz came back early she'd see our swimwear on the couch. Sheila knelt, sucked me some more, lifted my cock and sucked my balls then ripped open the packet and rolled on the XL condom. Okay? she said. I made a few tiny adjustments. Okay, I said. Good now get in bed, she said.
Sheila wasted no time. Straddling me she grabbed my cock and slid on. God. Oh god. Oh! God! Oh my god you are... so... big, she said. When we twined fingers I felt her wedding band. Cross around neck, ring on finger--it wasn't the first time this had happened. It wouldn't be the last. We fucked all over her bed for an hour then showered together. We made and grilled kabobs for supper and watched the sun set. Will you stay the night? she asked. Liz won't mind will she? I said. Not at all, Sheila smiled. I have to go back for more sheaths and check in with my friends, I said. Be back here by ten okay? she said. Okay, I said. She kissed me at the door then pushed me out. Go have fun with your friends.
After several vicious games of Uno with the gang I went back to Sheila's place in shorts and a tank. Liz answered the door. Hello there young man, she smiled. Come in, Sheila said a few steps behind. Drinks were poured. Liz had wine. We sat and chatted. Liz said goodnight. Sheila and I soaked in the jacuzzi in her bath relaxing and kissing. A knock came at the door. Liz entered. I'm joining you, she announced. Shedding bathrobe she slid in. She lit a bong. We got high.
It was going to be one of those kind of nights.
Stay tuned for part two!
Swaying palms lined the shore. Flights of brown pelicans soared single file just above them along the beach. The afternoon sea breeze refreshed. We swam, snorkeled and splashed in the ocean. Volleyball on the beach and in the water. The kitchen island sported a dozen bottles of liquor. Mixers filled the fridge.
When I rinsed at the outdoor shower before going in to mix another a girl named Vicky rinsed next to me. We had already met on the beach. A tall slim college girl and fellow breaker she had long dark hair, big brown eyes and a killer smile. She wore a French bikini. Instead of tying around her hips the bottom strings went high up to her waist then down the back. Nothing covered her in back. We chatted away. After I toweled off she asked to borrow mine. She did the same then hooked my towel around her neck said bye and started walking away.
Are you following me? she said. Uh yes you have my towel, I said. They're all the same here, she teased. I know they are--basic white--but that's my beach towel. You can tell by the size & color? I said. You said I could borrow it--you didn't say for how long, she giggled over her shoulder. Stop! Thief! I laughed picking up the pace.
I followed Vicky through a labyrinth of walkways--she hurrying ahead each time I caught up only to slow and drag my towel along the walk or dangle it from around a corner. Her cute round bare butt led to the door of her condo. It slammed in my face. Rejected!? The knob turned but she had thrown the bolt. I knocked and knocked again. No reply. Smashing the doorbell multiple times got results. The door opened. An arm held out a white towel. Surrender? I said. Towel dropped at my feet. Door slammed again. Laughter and voices inside.
I hung on the bell. This time the door opened all the way. A shorter girl in a bikini gave me the once over. Well, well. Look what Vicky dragged in, she said. Three other bikini-clad girls between Vicky and the door laughed drinks in hand. May I have my towel back? I said. Say please, Vicky's roomie said. Please? I said. All together now, she said. May I please have my towel back? I smiled. She handed it to me. Thank you, I said. You'll have to forgive Vicky--she's quite the impetuous one, she said. Shut UP! Vicky said. The door slammed shut on their laughter. I know where you live! I called. A chorus of oooo's followed.
I padded back to our pad in bare feet, mixed a drink then spread towel on a chaise on the beach and took in the afternoon scene from behind Ray-Bans. As I slathered more Coppertone everywhere a voice said, Hi Nate. I looked up. Oh hi Sheila how are you? I said. I'm fine thanks--you remembered my name, she said spreading towel and lounging on the chaise next to mine. Yeah we met at the pool this morning, I said. She and her friend Liz were sunning when I got there. I stuffed my long hair into swim cap, snapped goggles in place and did my morning laps. We chatted quite a bit after. They were middle aged and married but travelled together sans husbands. They were both average height. Busty. Sheila had brown hair and blue eyes. Liz dark blond hair with green eyes. Unlike most college girls who wore straight long hair Sheila and Liz had styled hair of women their age. Both were fit and showed it off in bikinis at the pool and on the beach.
Her tube of sunscreen made sounds of petering out. Can I borrow yours? I won't use much, she said. Use all you want, I said, I'll buy more. She thanked me. We sunned in the breeze chatting. We already knew most of each other's stories. She wore a string bikini which covered more than Vicky's little number. She was flat-chested. Sheila was not. After about twenty minutes--ten on each side Sheila invited me over for a drink. Okay, I said. I'm in unit 7--give me fifteen minutes, she said rising. See you there, I said.
I gave her twenty.
I went back to our pad. A bikini hung from the doorknob of my bedroom. Eddy was getting lucky already. No surprise there. I stepped into the bath, brushed my teeth and pulled a couple condoms from my shave kit. If any of the girls were getting lucky upstairs I couldn't tell and didn't bother to find out.
Where's Liz? I said when Shelia handed me a killer Margarita. She's out late--we won't be disturbed, she said slipping her other arm around my waist. I was hoping we'd be alone, I said slipping mine around hers. Initial contract gave her goosebumps. She pulled me over to the couch. You wore trunks all afternoon, she said tugging at them. They're much less confining than speedos, I said. Mmm I don't doubt, she smiled. Kiss. Touch. Kiss. Touch. Salty Margarita lips. Drinks were set on the coffee table--you know the drill.
What are these? she said feeling the packets in my pocket. Just in case, I said. Were you hoping it was the case? she said hand still on my thigh. Very much so, I said. Well it's definitely the case, she smiled. A few more kisses and she straddled me. Twenty years older and mother who joked that her two teens were throwing wild parties at home Sheila had the vibe of a much younger woman. If she ever had baby weight it was long gone. No middle age spread either. Not even love handles. Her bikini top came off. I kissed cleavage but she pressed close wanting to kiss.
When I adjusted the bone trapped in my trunks she tugged at them again and said, Just get these off. While I stood and obeyed she held one of the packets in her teeth and took my cock in her hands when it swung free. My, my, she said through clenched teeth looking up from where she sat. She moved it, lifted it, inspected it. Smart woman. Then my balls. She dropped the packet. You are a big boy aren't you? she said then kissed my head and started blowing me. When I sat next to her she bent over and continued. My hands caressed the length of her exposed back, hips and sides. I cupped, caressed and gently squeezed her big tits. When I untied her bikini bottoms she rose. I pulled them away, sat her down, spread her legs and kissed up the insides of her legs. She fingered my hair while I ate her. She sported a Brazilian.
Okay come on, she said grabbing packet off the coffee table where she had dropped it. Taking me by the hand she led me into her bedroom. I thought it kind of funny when she closed the door. If Liz came back early she'd see our swimwear on the couch. Sheila knelt, sucked me some more, lifted my cock and sucked my balls then ripped open the packet and rolled on the XL condom. Okay? she said. I made a few tiny adjustments. Okay, I said. Good now get in bed, she said.
Sheila wasted no time. Straddling me she grabbed my cock and slid on. God. Oh god. Oh! God! Oh my god you are... so... big, she said. When we twined fingers I felt her wedding band. Cross around neck, ring on finger--it wasn't the first time this had happened. It wouldn't be the last. We fucked all over her bed for an hour then showered together. We made and grilled kabobs for supper and watched the sun set. Will you stay the night? she asked. Liz won't mind will she? I said. Not at all, Sheila smiled. I have to go back for more sheaths and check in with my friends, I said. Be back here by ten okay? she said. Okay, I said. She kissed me at the door then pushed me out. Go have fun with your friends.
After several vicious games of Uno with the gang I went back to Sheila's place in shorts and a tank. Liz answered the door. Hello there young man, she smiled. Come in, Sheila said a few steps behind. Drinks were poured. Liz had wine. We sat and chatted. Liz said goodnight. Sheila and I soaked in the jacuzzi in her bath relaxing and kissing. A knock came at the door. Liz entered. I'm joining you, she announced. Shedding bathrobe she slid in. She lit a bong. We got high.
It was going to be one of those kind of nights.
Stay tuned for part two!