Authors: Abie,Malie
Dan and his two buddies had a tee off time booked for that morning. So we kissed and Dan got dressed
and left. I wondered how Sarah was doing. If things had gone her way, which was likely, there was little
point in calling her. She would still be asleep. So I showered and put on my new Wicked Weasel and my
wrap.
I went down to have breakfast by the pool. I sat at an umbrella covered table on the deck and as I had
some fruit and cereal, I thought about the way this vacation was going. Except for Mr. Disappointment,
it was going very well. Then I thought about Isabella. Why was I so attracted to her? Why was I playing
around with a teen child? She must have reminded me of myself at thirteen, with my budding sexuality
and attraction to other girls my age, before I discovered boys. But I was now forty and a grown woman
and Isabella was not even thirteen, at least in her emotional age. I went for a walk on the beach.
The day was beautiful, the ocean breeze was fresh and I was rationalizing my behaviour with Isabella.
She was dealing with her own adolescent sexuality and I was sure that she was safer with me than with
the boys. Even though I knew deep down that I was rationalizing, I let that go. What I craved from
Isabella was her youth, her innocence and her purity. Purity. I paused at that one, and then let it go as
well.
I walked down the beach, towards the village where Isabella lived and worked with her aunt. I was
hoping to see her on the beach but she wasn't on vacation. She was probably working at the market.
After walking quite a way, I turned and headed back to the resort. After getting my sunscreen, a beach
towel and a bottle of water, I went back to the warm sand for some chill time. I removed my top without
a hint of hesitation and applied the sunscreen. I lay on the towel and closed my eyes. I must have been
still a bit tired as I drifted off quickly. Strange dreams slipped in and out of my subconscious mind. At the
image of Isabella getting anal from Dan, I awoke.
My front was getting toasty, so I put sunscreen on my back. I took several sips of water and lay down
again. I tried not to drift off but failed. More images slipped in and out. Childhood images, my first
girlfriend sex partners and sex in the back seat of my high school boyfriend's car. Then I must have gone
into deeper sleep as the images faded.
When I woke again, it was close to noon. Thank God for sunscreen. I was pleasantly toasted but not
sunburned. My bladder was full. I thought about walking back to my room but the ocean was right
there. I put on my top and walked into the water. When I was up to my waist I let it go. Then I swam a
bit and went back to my towel. I glanced down at my suit. It was now quite see through. My nipples
were erect and visible. My pubic hair was visible as well and my lips showed clearly. Instead of feeling
overly exposed I thought that I might as well get a Brazilian.
I showered off the salt by the pool and walked over to the spa. My wrap was around my waist like a
sash, leaving the now wet again suit show off my feminine charms. Several guys tried hard not to be
obvious but failed. I was definitely getting the attention I wanted. At the spa reception desk I asked for
the Brazilian and added a manicure and a pedicure. They weren't busy and I was taken into a room
where a beautician waxed my pubic hair away. Then I enjoyed getting all of my nails done and the
sensual joy of the woman working on my feet, getting them soft and smooth. I signed for the charges,
added a tip and went for lunch, still in my suit. I spotted my widower dinner companion. Covering up
with the wrap, I walked over. "Hello Kurt. May I join you?"
We chatted over lunch and again, it was free and easy, as if we were old friends. I avoided any mention
of my sexual encounters, thinking that Kurt would not be interested and possibly offended. I did talk
about the horse back riding without mentioning the real reason for the ride in the ocean. He had been
doing some of the usual tourist stuff, including a bus trip to see the surrounding area. If he had had any
sexual encounters, he kept it to himself. I considered the possibility of Kurt and myself having sex that
evening but thought that Dan would likely be looking for me, and besides, I wasn't at all sure that Kurt
would be receptive to the idea.
I began to wonder why he had chosen this particular resort for his vacation. It was geared to adults, not
families and was well know as a place to go for vacation sex. "Kurt, if I may, why did you choose this
resort?" There, I had asked.
"I married my high school sweetheart. We were both....virgins on our wedding night. She spent the last
three months of her life at the hospital. We were married for thirty wonderful years. I'm not the easy
sex kind of guy. Frankly, I can't wait to get back home. This place is nice enough but it's not my kind of
place." He looked at me and I could tell he was wondering what kind of a woman I was. He already knew
I was divorced. I told him a bit of the truth.
He paused, thinking, and then said, "I just couldn't have sex with a married woman. It would have
been....wrong. I thought about what I would have felt like if I was her husband, cheated on, and I just
couldn't do it."
I still had my sunscreen and I filled my water bottle. Kurt was only a few minutes and then we headed
for the beach. I wanted to avoid Sarah and Dan so I suggested walking up the beach for a while. When
we got a ways away from the resort we stopped and put down our beach towels. Kurt had sunglasses
but nothing else. "No sunscreen?" I asked.
His pale skin looked like it would burn without it. He looked a bit embarrassed and I handed him mine.
"Thanks," he said and started to put some on. I took off my wrap and Kurt's eyes lit up. "Wow," he said,
"that's some bikini you have on."
"Well," he said, not bothering to hide his admiration, "it sure looks good on you." I resisted the urge to
pour some water over the bottom to show him what would happen. Instead I just thought we would go
for a swim and he would figure it out. We both laid down, face up and settled into the warm sand. We
chatted for a while, and then the talking got sparser as we both just enjoyed the sun. I was sure that
Kurt was having thoughts about me. With my new bikini, he really didn't have to imagine what my body
looked like. I was certain he liked what he saw.
"Kurt," I said, "you're at the beach. Relax." He took a few deep breaths and did so. I pretended that the
sunscreen was massage oil and continued. The muscles around his shoulders and neck were tight. Too
much pain and anguish was my thought. I again felt for the man.
"You really haven't been doing well, have you Kurt. I can feel it in your tensed up muscles." Kurt just
nodded his head in agreement. I carried on and gave him a lengthy massage of his back and neck. It took
a while before he made a sound, then I heard a slight sigh. I wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or painful
memory. It didn't matter. I tried to work out some of the tension in his muscles.
After several more minutes he said, "I really appreciate this, Kathy. I really do."
"I'm happy to do this for you, Kurt. After all you've been through, you need it." Again, he just nodded his
head.
When I woke, Kurt was sitting up. I was sure he had been looking at me. Why not, I thought. That's why I
got the bikini. I turned and sat up, reaching for my water. I offered it to Kurt who took it and drank some
down. "Thanks," he said, handing it back. I had some and sat gazing at the ocean, the sky and the few
people who were around us. Time to let Kurt know what the rest of me looked like.
I wanted to hold him in the warm salt water and have him hold me, but thought I should go slowly. We
swam around, splashed each other and laughed like kids. My top was completely wet and now seethrough. He noticed and his eyes widened. My nipples, which had been poking at the fabric, were now
plainly seen to be erect. I manoeuvred into shallower water and stood up facing Kurt. This time he
actually stared for a few seconds.
"And you got it," he replied. "I don't think I've ever seen one quite like it. You look good in it. Doesn't
leave much to the imagination, but you really look good in it." I was certain he was being honest. We lay
on the beach for a while longer, chatting and laughing. He told me about his son and daughter, both
grown up and out of the house. I told him about my marriage failure and how my career was taking over
my life. We were like long time friends catching up on each others lives.
Kurt was starting to look a bit pink despite the sunscreen. "Time to head back, Kurt, or you're going to
be sunburned." Kurt nodded.
"You bet," he replied, "as long as I sit under an umbrella." A pool attendant took our drink orders and
we sat in the shade. I was still in my bikini without the wrap. It was dry, but still very revealing. I thought
Kurt might be uncomfortable, but he seemed pleased to be with me. I caught him getting a few envious
looks from guys walking by. It made me feel fine as well. At forty, I was still turning heads. At least my
ultra skimpy bikini was.
The one drink, after a few hours in the sun, went to my head quickly. I made a note to not get too
obvious in my desire to have sex with Kurt. But after a second drink, my determination was waning. But
Kurt beat me to it. At least I thought he did.
Inside, he offered me my choice of white wine, beer or bourbon. "The wine would be lovely," I said. He
seemed to fumble with the cork screw. The sun had him a little addled as well. Or maybe it was my
bikini again. He handed me the glass and got himself a shot of bourbon. "Cheers," he said, smiling.
He was doing a pretty good job of only looking at my eyes but with my breasts only half covered by the
top and my bottom showing off my camel toe, his eyes did stray. Not that I minded at all.
"And cheers to you," I replied, and sat down in a chair, one foot up and the other leg stretched out,
putting my thinly covered labia on display. I ran a hand through my hair and then adjusted my bikini top,
trying to look as sultry as possible. I wanted to give him the opportunity to make the first move, but was
prepared to do it if he seemed unwilling.