Mike was seemingly frantic as he ran through his beach house dusting here, organizing there, wondering what the hell that was over there. Out on the sun deck, his new girlfriend Kelly was sunning herself in a dangerously small bikini. "Michael, you're being obsessive again." She said, watching him jump from place to place.
"They'll be here in a few hours and I want to be sure this place is clean." He said, not missing a beat.
"It's clean, now come out here, please." She instructed. "Michael." She said more sternly and he stopped in his place and looked outside at Kelly. She smiled at him with her big smile wrapped inside her plump lips. Mike couldn't help but do her bidding. He exited the clean house onto the sun deck and sat down on the chair next to Kelly. "Much better." She said. "Now, I am going to roll over, can you get my back?" She asked handing him the bottle of dark tanning oil from the small side table.
What was he going to say? This hot woman was laying damn near naked on his patio and she wanted him to rub her down, who in their right mind would say no? He happily took the bottle and Kelly shifted herself pushing up from the chair and starting to turn. She was abnormally muscular for a woman, but she was also very tall, fitness was her profession. Her overly large breasts hung down low and made contact with the rubber lining of the lounge chair. She reached back and untied her string bikini top with her excessively large hands, much larger than an average woman even for her height. Mike watched her as she settled before he stood up and moved the same chair, sitting beside her. He casually dripped the oil over the top of her broad muscled back, down into the narrowing small above her thong exposed ass. Her perfectly round mounds circled nicely into what can only be described as the perfect ass. As he rubbed the oil in, he traced his hands over her shoulders, down along her rippling back into the dip of her lower back stopping and taking a little extra time on her bare bottom before completing the journey down her lean long legs.
Kelly smiled and sighed with each stroke. "This is nice." She said.
Meanwhile, back more towards the mainland...
Sam was pacing back and forth in the bedroom looking extremely conflicted. His arms were crossed over his chest and he continued to look at his wife, Lari sprawled out on the bed completely naked and spread eagle with her knees propped up for that perfect view of glistening wet pussy.
"Come on, there's no reason we have to be the first ones there." Lari said. "All I am asking for is a quickie, pump and dump, honey." She cooed at him. He stopped and watched her, beckoning him to mount her.
"Lari, come on, don't do this to me, you know how I like to be on time." Sam said in protest.
"There is no 'on time' we're going there for the weekend, no one else is going to be there until after 7. So, get your pants off and satisfy your wife." She ordered, her hand now trailing down between her small, and humble breasts. Her nipples began hardening at her own touch, her hand barely touching her skin as she traced her way down to her thick curly muff then cupping down and over her wetted vagina.
"What are you doing? That's not fair." Sam said, beginning to feel himself caving. There was no such thing as a quickie with Lari. She could never get enough. Her appitite for sex was legendary, well it was at least to Sam. Most guys get dirty filthy sex on their birthdays, Sam got it 5 or 6 times a week whether he was in the mood or not, Lari was insatiable. And when it was a special occasion, she would promise him dirty sex, which often prompted Sam to ask, "how much dirtier can it get?" And she always some way, somehow blew his mind.
Lari's hand continued to creep over her pussy, finding the right button to push for both herself and for Sam. She knew what he liked, and she wasn't afraid to use it against him. Sam was sucker when it came to watching his wife masturbate. He loved watching her feel herself up by pinching and pulling on her breasts and nipples. He loved how her hips would jut up and around as she fingered herself. And he knew if she started touching her wet hole, he'd lose it. He was trying so hard to resist, but once her first finger went inside, and buried deep and Lari's eyes rolled back into her head, he lost the ability to fight it off.
"Damn you." He said, moaning. She smiled at him through her own quite moan.
"Pants, off, now." She ordered. Sam unbuckled his pants, dropped them to the floor and unleashed his fully erect cock. Quickly he jumped onto the bed, Lari removed her finger and allowed her husband to thoroughly bang the shit out of her.
On the other side of town, another couple was in a similar dilemma...
"Tom, let's gooooooooo!" Becky shrieked from the bottom of the stairs.
"Just doing a once over. I feel like I've forgotten something." Tom said as he searched the master bedroom and then the master bath. He seemed as though something were very out of place or missing.
"We have everything we need, now come on, the waiting is killing me." Becky said. She stared up the steps, her fingers tapping on the banister while her hips shifted and girated back and forth like a person doing the pee-pee dance. But this wasn't a need to use the bathroom, this was something she needed to do much more urgently.
Tom appeared at the top of the steps. "Your mother has everything for the kids, right?"
"Yes, now please can we leave?" Becky said in a whining way.
"Take it easy." Tom said as he started down the steps. "You really can't wait, can you?" He asked, smiling, maybe even teasing.
"Are you kidding me?" Becky said, "do you have any idea how long it's been?"
"Yes, yes I do, Beck." Tom said, taking a moment to try and calculate how long it really has been. "It's a long time to go without your favorite activity."
"It's like a lifetime, now please, the bags are packed, the car is started, we have to go now."
"Alright, alright, let's go." Tom said, waiving Becky towards the door. She quickly turned and headed out the garage door with Tom in tow.
Quickly she got into the car, never bothering to put her seat belt on. Tom once again did a glance over in the back seat, just to be sure all bags were there. "TOM!" Becky shouted with a clear sense of urgency. Tom chuckled to himself and walked around to the driver's side and got in with a flop as his ass hit the leather seat.
Becky shifted in her seat, turning towards Tom with eager anticipation. "Hold on." Tom said. "Wait until I get out of the drive way. Last time I almost hit the mailbox." He stated as he adjusted the mirrors.
