The holidays are always chaotic and sometimes even a disaster. Lots of cooking, family gatherings and always a new child screaming about playing tag with all the other rug rats. Red wine stains on the white carpet, and uncles who couldn't maintain their liqueur intake. Usually passing out in the most inconvenient places, like the only bathroom or a nosedive onto the dining room table. Not this year. This year was a time for a relaxing vacation on the southern East Coast. As the plane lifted it's wheels, I thought about the six glorious days of sun and salt water without any expectations or rules. Just me, No girlfriends complaining of not achieving that perfect hairdo (knowing the water will destroy it anyway), and sand in their bikinis, or messing up their make up. No boyfriends holding me back knowing their wanting the hot blonde with fake tits and over tan bodies. Either that or your date wants
to spend the whole time in the hotel room eating and getting laid. Come on guys, you know what I'm talking about. The thing with that, however, is that usually when a girl isn't as excited about sex as you are, then you suck, or are at least are only good for emergencies and the only reason for their appearance is because you don't want to vacation alone. And as far as the hot blonde you want to bang, well, you have about a one in five-thousandth chance of actually scoring with her. I wasn't looking to hook up though and I certainly wasn't looking out for anyone else but me. Kind of selfish, huh? Well, if you know me, then you know that I am always out for other people and succeeding to make them happy and comfortable even if it means I am miserable. For example: My friends and family freaked out when I told them about this trip and I almost chose to stay at home. Anyway, we'll get back to that later.
The plane ride and checking into my luxurious suite was uneventful. Since this trip was to spoil myself and I'd been saving for a year (last year's New Year's resolution), I opted for the best suite my budget would allow. A presidential penthouse with a breathtaking view simply put. Ocean as far as I could see with a pink and purple horizon, a pool on the same floor with a bar in the middle, that was quite crowded I might add. Music flowing from the cabana's below, and with the smell of food stirring in the air, I knew this was by far the best thing I'd ever done alone. Other than masturbating, of course. I quickly showered and dressed my tan, in-shape body in a pair of shorts and a tank top, pulled my dark brown hair up in a messy bun, threw my sandals on and decided to check things out.
I started at the bar. Flying all day makes for a bit of nausea, so I wasn't up for food just yet. A bud light and shot of Crown Royal were my appetizers. I wanted to get drunk and stumble back to my room, try to get off then pass out, and wake up feeling like shit. Remember this is my vacation and I can do what I want. There's nothing better than soaking in the sun with a hangover and bottle of water. It's an excuse for doing nothing without a guilty conscience.
Things didn't happen that way. As a matter of fact, I was shocked at who I saw sitting right across from me. A friend of my father's who'd I had a childhood crush on. I remember the nights they would sit around the fire and play their guitars, or throw massive BBQ's in the backyard. I was in love with his deep, seductive voice and he had a personality that even the grouchiest of grouches couldn't escape with at least a smile. I hadn't seen him since I was 15 at my father's funeral. The only thing different was a little gray hair. Damn, he was still beautiful to me. Being a Marine since the end of high school left his physique in excellent shape. Rock hard, tan, and masculine.
He glanced my way a couple of times and even did a couple double takes, but didn't seem to recognize me. After all, it had been a good 11 or 12 years. I've had more fantasies about this man than all of my male and female lovers combined.
By the time I guzzled a six-pack and three more shots, I finally mustered up the courage to say hello. He'd been sitting in the same spot for the hour and half I had, and I haven't seen him with anyone. A man this precious had to have a significant other. He always did in the past. He never married or ever stuck around very long in a relationship, but then again, he seemed to like the said blonde mentioned earlier. Drunken sluts for one, maybe two night stands, so you get the point that he was famous for having a new hottie every other time we would see him.
"Let me guess, Jim Beam on the rocks and a side of melody." I said as I stood next to him smiling from ear to ear. It was a comment he and my father shared.
"Both of which will warm you up." He said as he swiveled his chair towards me. "I thought that was you Anna, but wasn't sure. God, you look like your father. Have his eyes. Never knew what that bastard was really thinking in that head of his." He said as he swallowed the smooth bourbon. "I miss him something terrible and not a single day goes by that I don't think about him. He and I, well, I felt obligated to look after your mother and you girls. Please understand..."
"Jack, it's okay. There's no reason to bring up painful memories... and I'm not Anna. I'm Melanie, but thank you for the compliment." Anna is my gorgeous older sister, by three years. I felt like a little schoolgirl walking into a new class that had already begun and our smiles didn't fade.
"So what brings you down here Jack? I must admit I'm not used to seeing you without some beautiful babe hovering over you while you play your guitar." I ordered another round of drinks as I made myself comfy in the chair next to him.
"I gave those days up sweetheart. It took my heart only once to break before I realized how many I shattered. Besides that, a beautiful young lady is standing next to me."
I blushed the same way I had when I had my first kiss. My pussy began to tingle as I thought of the many nights I got off on thoughts of him kissing down my thigh before plunging his tongue inside me, preparing me for his huge cock.
"So Miss, I presume, Melanie, what brings you down to this part of the world?"
