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Fran and I worked hard to see each other as much as possible. Not helpful was living in two separate towns with both of us having small children. One night it was something with one of her kids and school then it would be an obligation I had with my children and school.
Don't get me wrong; we were fucking like bunnies every chance we had. If we could steal 10 minutes in the parking lot of the mall. 15 minutes at a Vista point. Hell, one time in the parking lot at church as mass was being held. Between mouth and hands, we were both experiencing massive orgasms. It just wasn't enough though. I know, sounds strange for a guy to complain about lack of intimacy but there you are. I missed just holding her. The smell of her hair as her head laid on my chest. I wanted to feel her cuddled up to me in bed with my arms around her.
A few weeks after our walk in the woods I found an opportunity that I could not pass up. I called Fran on Wednesday evening to say "Hey darlin, get your ex to take the kids this weekend. My sister is taking mine and I am taking you on a first real date."
"A real date huh?" came her reply. She sounded skeptical and amused. "Why do we need the entire weekend without kids for a date?" she asked.
"Well, I am taking you away for a weekend up the coast in Mendocino. Already booked a room for us for two nights. This will be our chance to start to know each other." I told her, sensing some sort of resistance but not sure what it was.
"I don't know. Away from the kids. Hours up the coast. What if something happens and I have to get back?" she said.
"If something happens, we will just jump in the car and drive back. I don't care what time it is; we will pack and leave. Please come with me, I'm starting to fall in love with you and want to see if we can make it work. This weekend would be a good test." There, I said it. It was time to see if she had feelings for me and damn the consequences.
The silence on the phone was starting to scare me. I could hear her breathing.
"Yes, I'll go with you. I'm just a little afraid. Pick me up Friday night at five?" she finally asked.
"I'll see you then. Pack for a weekend and all types of weather" I said and hung up.
Two days passed rather slowly but Friday finally arrived. My sister picked up my boys right after school and they were away in good hands. I sat at the house for a couple of hours drinking coffee. I had packed on Wednesday night since I was excited to hear her say yes. Finally, time came around and I drove to Fran's to pick her up.
As I drove up, she was standing outside her place with two small suite cases. She was absolutely stunning to me. Her hair was lit up by the sunset, casting an amber halo around her face. Her eyes were lit up with what I hoped was anticipation. She was wearing what I came to know as her favorite outfit: white t-shirt, khaki shorts, and brown leather hiking boots. The t-shirt was just clingy enough to highlight her b cup breasts. I could see she was not wearing a bra as her nipples stood out proudly under the cotton. The strings of her shorts were drawn in tight accentuating the fullness of her hips and covering her legs just below her pussy. I don't know if she did it on purpose but the waistline was tight against her but the legs were a little baggy. Perfect for access. Her legs, perfectly proportioned to her size, went all the way down to her boots showing very little fat in the trim, taught muscles.
I parked the car, popped the trunk, and went up to her. I immediately bent down to kiss her on her warm, sultry lips. I didn't try to French her; just wanted to kiss those lips and let her know that I loved her. She reached up and grabbed my neck and kissed me for a full 30 seconds. The smell of her was intoxicating to me as I leaned further into the kiss and held her close.
"Let's go." She whispered. "It's a long drive up the coast and I want to get started before I chicken out".
As I grabbed her luggage, I said "Madame, entre mon carriage s'il vous plait while I store these and we will vanish!" Okay, I'm a dork and do not speak French but she giggled and got in the car. It was great to hear her starting to relax and enjoy herself.
As we drove up the coast, listening to some British jazz on cd, Fran and I started to talk of ourselves. We really hadn't spoken all that much; just hints of things here and there. This was the first time we spent time talking some and not just tearing off each other's clothes. It was nice to hear her talk of family, friends, childhood, teen age years, and adulthood.
We arrived in Mendocino just as the sun was setting on the ocean and quickly checked into the hotel. We were both quite surprised when the desk agent told us that the hotel had overbooked. Before we could start to protest we were told that the hotel was going to upgrade our stay to one of the ocean front bungalows. It sounded great to me as this would put us right on the cliffs and included a tiny private beach for our private use. A few seconds after saying this I watched Fran start to blush.
I asked Fran "Are you okay with this? You don't seem too relaxed"
Through her blush and downturned eyes Fran said "I didn't bring a bathing suit".
This evoked a surprised giggle from the young lady checking us in. As she settled her face in the "take care of the guest" attitude she stated "Ma'am, it's a private beach; you don't need to have a suit. And, if you don't mind me saying, you look like you really don't need one!"
This of course sent Frans blush into overdrive. My mind had already gone there imagining her naked body basking in the sun. A towel, a pair of sunglasses. Her nipples hard in the breeze. Her pussy on display. Ah, all things were going to be good in the world. I guess I spent too long thinking about the scenario because my cock started to harden and get tight in the jeans I was wearing.
"And you sir," the agent continued after my brief fantasy running through my head, "won't need one either and I don't think you'll have anything to be ashamed of either" as she stared blatantly at my growing erection.
"I don't think that will be a problem either" I stated, wondering if this young woman was seeking an invitation. She was a petite African-American girl with her hair in loose curlets, running down her long neck to just past her shoulders, settling on top of her rather large tits. She must have been a D cup at least. The rest of her was small and athletic and by what I could see I was already thinking what it would be like to be sandwiched between her and Fran.
"Well, let me take you over to your bungalow. It's down a path and I wouldn't want you to get lost on the way. My names Jerri by the way" the agent told us. "Please, follow me" she said as she came out around her desk and beckoned us to follow.
I turned and grabbed Frans small cases and when I turned back I saw Fran staring at Jerri's ass as she moved out to the path. Fran's nipples had hardened and I watched her quickly lip her lips as she started to follow Jerri.
"My" I thought to myself, "this could get interesting"
I lagged a little behind the two women as we made our way to our room. The view of the ocean and the forests was suppressed by the view of the two asses walking in front of me. Fran's curves, not fat but a little on the plump side, and Jerri's tight, young athletic swish. I was so distracted by watching this that I almost missed the innuendo going back and forth between Jerri and Fran. The laughing followed by a touch to the arm, a touch to the hip, a slight hug. Oh, it was definitely getting interesting to me.
Shortly we arrived at our bungalow. Jerri opened the door and swept us in. It was magnificent; one large room built around a glass wall looking out on the Pacific. A king-sized bed set directly opposite the window allowed you to stay in bed and watch the waves come in to the beach. The bath was just over a third of the room and was lined with marble from floor to ceiling with a four-person soaking tub built into the middle.
While Jerri showed Fran around the room, I decided to check out the balcony set just outside the window through the French Doors. I went outside and felt the cool nip of the ocean breeze. A small metal railing surrounded the balcony with a gate built in to allow access to the stairs leading to the beach.
As I turned and re-entered the room, I saw Jerri pass a card to Fran and with a light clasp of her hand, say her farewells and leave. I walked over to Fran and enfolded her in my arms.
"Well, what do you think? Are you going to be able to relax here this weekend?" I asked her as I kissed her on the top of her head.
"Oh, god, you have no idea" Fran said to me. "Jerri just set up a massage for us for tomorrow night. On the house even." Fran was a little breathless and I could feel the excitement growing in her. "Tonight, we're by ourselves. Come on, I want to check out the beach"
Fran bounded through the French doors, through the gate, and started to walk down the steps to the beach. Halfway down the flight she drew her shirt over her head and left it on the stairs. By the time she reached the bottom, her shorts and boots were gone too. As she walked across the sand, all she had on was her panties. At the edge of the waves, she turned to me with a fire in her eyes and pulled her bikini panties down to her feet and stepped out into the ocean.
As she took a few steps back into the water, not even high enough to reach her calves, she said "Well, you were bragging to Jerri so why are you still not naked?"
