Jim pushed away from his desk, stood, and walked to his office window. Outside the calm, rolling waves of the Atlantic beaconed him, as it did all those fortunate enough to be standing near its shores. He knew, however, that even though the sun was shining and the sky was crystal clear, the water temperature at the end of May was in the area of fifty-five degrees. At that temperature only the hardiest of individuals could stay in the water for more than a couple of minutes. However, the shore line proved an almost perfect place to run.
The Wildwoods had been blessed with a wide expanse of nearly flat, powdery-sanded beach. The difference between the low and hide tide waterline was over one hundred yards. At low tide, as it was at the moment, there was plenty of wet, hard packed sand to run on. No matter how many people stood or walked along the water's edge, there was more than enough open space to run along the over four miles of beach.
Jim couldn't resist its call. Glancing back on the blank screen of his work computer, he decided that today was not going to be a productive day... just like the last six months had been. He powered down the computer, walked over to his closet, pulled out his trusty running sweatshirt and a pair of well-worn running shoes. He headed out the door, down the five flights of stairs to the ground floor and exited the building, then down the seven stairs from the parking lot to the beach and set off south along the water's edge. After a quarter mile he came to the end of the public beach. A sign on the beach stated, "Restricted Property of the United States Coast Guard" marking the beginning of the Guard's New Jersey Station. He turned and headed north at a comfortable pace. As he approached the El Coronado Motel he recalled how they had first come to live there.
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It was over ten years ago. The writing team of Jim and Erika had established themselves in the literary world even if almost no one knew their names. After four novels, three of which had made it to the top of the New York Times Best Sellers list and had received much critical acclaim; Lieka Sordic Holdings had signed a new contract with their publisher and had received a very substantial advance on their next four novels.
It was the beginning of August and they were preparing for their annual two-week vacation at the Jersey shore. As in the last couple of years, they would be staying at one of the newer motels in the "Crest", the El Coronado. At check-in Jim was informed that the motel had been sold to a group of investors who planned to make significant changes to the building and how it operated. Intrigued, he made an appointment with the on-site manager for later that afternoon. At that meeting he was shown the plans for the new building. The pool would be moved from the back side of the building facing the ocean to the south side and would have a far larger concrete patio for sunning.
In addition, a new five-story structure would be added onto the back of the building that would include 10 ocean-front two-bedroom efficiency suites. When the construction was completed, the motel, from above, would look like an exclamation point with the dot on the ocean side. Additional plans for future expansion included an addition to the front of the building as well. Then came the best news of all as far as Jim was concerned; the entire property was being converted to condos.
He rushed upstairs to their room, changed into his bathing suit, and ran out onto the beach where he discovered Erika and Kristin frolicking in the warm summer surf. In between jumping over breaking waves and racing waves in towards the shore he told Erika about his meeting and their plans for the motel.
"I don't know, Jim; you've seen our room, I don't think I could spend a whole summer in that room, let alone live there."
"I saw the plans for the new suites. They are almost three times the size of our room. There are two bedrooms and a large great room with a functional kitchen and a living room. A large counter separates the living room from the kitchen. There's also a full bathroom. Best of all, both bedrooms and the living room have sliding glass doors that open onto a wrap-around balcony facing the ocean."
"I'm still not sure, Jim. Will it be big enough for the three of us? After all Kristin is growing up, she's going into kindergarten this year."
"I know; that's why I put a $500 deposit on two! We'll have the entire top floor of the new addition. We'll talk more about it after we get Kristin to bed."
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When Jim reached the other end of the beach in North Wildwood, he looked at his watch; he had been running for nearly twenty-five minutes. He'd have to pick up the pace a little if he wanted to pick up Kristin when she and the other girls were dropped off at the bus stop.
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"The manager said we couldn't make any changes that would affect the outside of the building, but on the inside, we could put doors connecting both suites. Kristin could have her bedroom on one side, along with the main entrance to the suite, and our kitchen and a guest bedroom. We would have the other side. We can turn one of the bedrooms into our office; the other would be our bedroom. We could use the other kitchen as a wet bar and the living room would be our family room."
"We'll have to look into schools for Kristin. When do you think this will all take place?"
"From my conversation with the manager I think we're looking at a year, at least, before the units are available for occupancy, and another couple of months before our changes can be completed. We'll wait until the end of the school year before we move out of our apartment."
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Before he knew it, he was back in front of the El Coronado; in fact, he had almost passed it. Glancing at his watch, he figured that he had enough time to take a quick shower and still be able to get to the pickup location before his daughter.
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Long ago, they had decided to send their daughter to an all-girls private high school. Unfortunately, the closest one was halfway across the state, and the school would only provide busing as far as Millville, NJ. It was up to the parents to provide transportation between Millville and their homes. Because it was Thursday and he would have only Kristin in the car, he chose his 1978 Corvette rather than his wife's Explorer. Five minutes later, he was heading north on the Garden State Parkway. He got off at exit 20 onto Route 50, and then turned onto Route 47, a long, mostly straight two-lane country road that crossed through the Pine Barrens. Since he had plenty of time, he settled in and cruised at the 50 MPH speed limit for the next eighteen miles. He pulled into a strip mall and parked next to four other cars at the far end of the lot, furthest away from the stores.
He joined the four women who were standing next to an SUV. He knew them all quit well. Even though Erika used to handle the pickup, he had done it enough that he, at least, knew the women by sight; and now that he was doing it on a daily basis, they all had become good friends. Sometimes, almost too good.
Amber Edwards was the vivacious mother of Kristin's best friend, Tiffany. Amber was fiftyish, a tall, curvy blonde, who liked to dress to kill and was always touching him when they were together. To a stranger, she would seem to be coming on to him, but that was just Amber's way. According to Kristin, who heard it from Tiff, her parents were very happily married. Jim had only met Alex, her husband, a few times; he estimated that Alex was at least twenty years older than Amber. He had been a bond trader on Wall Street before he retired and was worth millions. Amber wasn't going to jeopardize her eventual payday anytime soon.
As they were talking, the yellow school bus pulled up to the curb and the five girls that were left on the bus filed out and walked over as a group.
Conversations were concluded and everyone went to their cars, pulled out of the parking lot and went their separate ways. Jim and Kristin had the longest ride back home; normally it took about an hour because of work traffic when they returned to the Wildwoods. Out here in the Pine Barrens traffic was normally light, so they could make good time; especially through a seven-mile stretch of Route 47 that went through a wildlife preserve.
The federal government owned the land and had fencing along both sides of the road to keep the animals from wandering onto it. There were no streets or houses in this section of road, which was perfectly flat and absolutely straight; best of all, there was no place for a policeman with a radar gun to hide. As they approached that area, Jim had a flashback to a time a few years before, the first year that Kristin had gone to the high school.
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It was the night of a school play and he and Erika had decided to take the drive up to the school to see it. They had taken the 'Vette' because Kristin planned to spend the weekend at Tiffany's house. After the play, and a late-night snack at the local diner, they had headed back home. Jim had been cruising at about forty-five as they entered what he termed no-man's land. Suddenly he down shifted to second gear and stomped on the accelerator. The 'Vette' seemed to hesitate for a fraction of a second, but then shot forward like a rocket. They were up to eighty-five, just about red lining it, when he shifted to third and stomped on it again. The tires chirped again and soon the speedometer was hitting the 140 mark. Jim glanced over at his wife. Erika was sitting with her hands gripping her thighs and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. At 150 Jim let up on the gas, shifted to fourth and allowed the car to ease back to the speed limit.
When Erika, finally opened her eyes, she was flushed and her unmistakable scent of arousal permeated the vehicle. With a playful grin, she murmured, "Payback's gonna be a bitch." She shifted in her seat until she was facing him and with experienced hands she skillfully undid his belt, pants, and zipper. Slipping her hand into his underwear, she maneuvered his already erect cock out of his underwear and started a slow, sensuous hand-job.
