The late afternoon sun streamed through the bedroom window, casting a golden glow over the two naked bodies on the big bed, Sharon's hands clutched the sheets and her whimpers of pleasure filled the room as a skilled tongue flicked at her throbbing extended clit.
"Fuck! Fuck!" she cried, "Don't stop!"
Sharon's one hand moved to the red hair of the head between her legs and gripped tight. A powerful wave of pleasure overtook her. She rode the wave, her full breasts heaving, her back arching and her eye's closing as she savoured the beautiful sensations. Her lover kept going, lavishing a staccato of pleasure to that sensitive nub of flesh.
Powerful aftershocks and tingles of pleasure followed the intenseness of that amazing orgasm..
She lay still now, her body limp and drained. She released her grip and her lover began kissing upward. Her belly, her breasts and then those soft sweet lips were against hers.
Her lover raised up, striking green eyes meeting Sharon's. The nipples of Carol's full breasts brushing against hers which still tingled from their lovemaking.
As she ran her fingertips lightly through Carol's hair, flashes of memories flickered through her mind. She remembered those many years before, when, as college best friends, they had first experimented with lesbian sex. She remembered how they were both such sexual beings and the many evenings they enjoyed glasses of cheap wine while they shared intimate details of their sexual dalliances with the guys they dated. She remembered the time Carol had tutored her on the techniques of giving great head. That was thirty years ago and so much had happened since then.
Carol leaned in and kissed her again and then rolled beside her and snuggled against her body. Sharon closed her eyes and smiled as she recalled those few wild years the two of them had enjoyed in college. While Carol was always the initiator, she had always been on board and game for anything and everything. She remembered their first threesome with the nerdy guy who had come over to help them with their statistics class. They had given him a night that he probably has never forgotten. So many memories. And then after grad, they had gone their separate ways, taking jobs in different parts of the country. They had always stayed best friends and kept in touch and five years later Carol was maid of honour when she had married Ted. Carol had kept on being the wild one but eventually got married herself when she was in her late thirties and Sharon was there by her side that day.
She thought of the fun girl's weekends that she and Carol had shared over the years, and how they always had that special attraction and always ended up in bed together. It was funny, she had never been attracted to any other women but Carol, but every time they were together it had been magic.
And today was no different. Sharon was a a low point in her life and had called Carol a few days ago and let it all out. The shock of Ted's diagnosis two years before, the treatments for that fucking disease. The care she had given for a year only to have him slip away. And then the overwhelming grief. She had tried to put on a brave face, but had just wallowed in her misery. At the same time, Carol was going through the "shit show" of her divorce from Ron. But that was over and in that phone call it all came out, from both of them.
And then this afternoon, there was Carol at her door, with a big smile and a hug saying, "I think we need each other Shar."
Their lips had met and in no time they were in Sharon's big bed, pleasuring one another, finding release in each other's arms.
And now, they lay together, holding one another, As she stroked Carol's hair, she glanced at the window and saw that the brightness of the afternoon sun had turned to the blue hues of dusk. Carol stirred beside her, rolling away and standing up. "Gotta go pee." she said with a giggle and headed to the bathroom.
Sharon watched her, enjoying the sight of Carol's tight butt as she walked to the ensuite. Tall and slim, Carol had always been a head turner and at 50 still looked great. Sharon knew that these past two years had taken a bit of a toll on her own body as she not exercised like she once did and often turned to food when she was feeling down. So her curvy body had just gotten a little curvier.
When Carol came back, Sharon's eyes fixed on the thatch of red hair and as Carol stood by the bed she reached around her and pulled her close, nuzzling her face against it. She gave Carol a kiss on her belly and then Carol flopped down on the bed beside her. She gave Sharon another kiss before saying, "We need to talk, and I'm starving, so lets get dressed and go to that little Italian place you always raved about."
The two showered and dressed and after making a quick call for a reservation, headed down to Trattoria de Mario.
"Mrs. D, it has been too long," said Mario as he showed them to a quiet table in the corner, "I was so sorry to hear about Mr. D."
"Thank you, this was our favourite place and you always made it special."
After they were seated and Mario had decanted a bottle of Sharon's favourite Sangiovese, Carol got right to the point.
"Hun, what's the last time you had a good fuck?"
Well Carol was never one to pussy foot around a subject, thought Sharon as she replied, "It has been over two years."
"Then you need some good fucking and so do I and I know just where we can get it!"
"Well you were never one to hold back, so what do you have in mind?"
"Look, I know you have had a rough two years, hell, we both have and I think it is about time we get out and have some fun, I think we both could use some good hot uninhibited sex... Remember the weekend with Keith in our senior year?"
Sharon smiled as she recalled that weekend of debauchery. It had been a month before final exams and both she and Carol had been stressed out. When Keith, who had been fucking Carol on and off suggested a weekend getaway at his father's cabin on the lake, the two of them had jumped at the chance. That weekend had been one of the wildest and uninhibited times ever. Clothes were seldom worn and it was suck, fuck or lick whoever and whenever. But they had all been twenty year olds then and she wondered how it would be now that she and Carol were fifty.
"I remember it well, but we were kids then, and besides, who do we know with a cabin in the woods?"
"Well darlin' it isn't in the woods, it is a beach house by the ocean, but I have a friend who is going to be there next weekend and wouldn't mind the company of a couple of hot women,"
"Fuck, you have it all set up don't you... and why do you think I'll agree?"
"Shar, I could tell when we talked on the phone the other day that you were ready to get on with your life and break out of the shell you have put yourself in. So I made a call and yes, sort of let my friend Ryan know that he might have some company this weekend. And don't worry, he is very discreet. He was my special friend while I was going through the divorce and I don't mind sharing with my best friend. And I know that Ryan won't mind either."
"Well, Carol, you make it sound very appealing. But be forewarned, if we get there and it doesn't feel right for me, I will leave him to you and I'll just have a relaxing getaway soaking up the sun on the beach."
A wicked little smile came on Carol's face as she replied, "Deal... but I know you will be all in when we get there."
The next few days were fun. The two best friends, enjoying being together again. They laughed, they shopped for beachwear and they spent many hours, naked in one another's arms. And as they did, Sharon started to feel some of the stress of the past two years begin to slip away. And then suddenly it was Friday and they were on a plane winging south.
Sharon was lost in thought, gazing at the tops of the cumulus clouds below. She could feel a twinge of uncertainty creeping in about the weekend. But then, she had given herself an out and she knew that Carol would not pressure her if got cold feet.
She looked over at Carol who had dozed off. She took a sip of her wine and let her mind drift to what she knew about Ryan. Carol had told her he had been a police detective and had left the department after 20 years and started his own private investigation agency. It had been quite successful and 7 years later he oversaw a staff of eight investigators and two researchers. He was in his early 50's and according to Carol was "ruggedly handsome with a body to die for".
The announcement that they were in final descent brought Sharon back to reality. Carol had wakened and looked over at her friend and winked and said, "Well here we are, don't worry, you will be fine, just go with the flow and let things happen. Worst case, you will come home with a great tan!"
Sharon laughed at her friend's comment, but still felt a tinge of anxiousness. Perhaps it was just the excitement of what might be. She knew she would not have come had she been totally adverse to the idea, so "what the hell" she thought, going with the flow might be just what the doctor ordered.
As they exited the arrivals hall at the Palm Beach Airport, they saw an older man holding a sign with Carol's name on it. He introduced himself as David and said that Mr. Sheehan had arranged him to drive them up to Jupiter. He took their bags and led them to a grey limo parked outside.
"Sit back and relax ladies, it is only about forty minutes to Mr. Sheehan's house. There is some wine in the little cooler so just enjoy the drive."
Carol poured them a couple glasses of the chilled Pinot Gris and as they clinked glasses she said, "Here's to an enjoyable weekend love, may the sun be warm and the sex hot!"
"Will see," replied Sharon remaining noncommittal, but certainly looking forward to a fun in the sun getaway. perhaps with some fringe benefits.
As David turned onto the bridge to take them across to the island, he told them about all the famous people who lived there or had lived there. Most of the houses were huge mansions and Sharon wondered how someone with a PI firm could possibly afford such luxury.
Carol must have read her mind and explained that Ryan's grandparents had been quite well off and when his grandmother died she left her only grandson their "beach house". Although he had first debated selling it, he decided that the investment account that he had also been left could easily handle the taxes and the upkeep and he had held onto it. Besides using it for a getaway for himself, he also occasionally rented it out to for a couple weeks at a time and in doing so was able to pocket a bit of profit.
David pulled up to a secure gate and buzzed the intercom. A male voice, probably Ryan answered and after confirming who it was the large gate began to swing open. Behind the gate and the high hedges that butted up to it was a large well manicured lawn and a one level older style beach house with white siding and blue trim. As David stopped on the circular drive in front of the house, the doors opened and a tall man stepped out.
