I knew better. I knew right from the moment I woke up this morning something would change my whole life.
I just never dreamed it was going to be like this.
Vacation is always my favorite word. It means friends, family, fun, relaxation and laughs. I knew it all could change in a second. Hey, got to live. Got to learn. Gotta get fucked up and forget for a while. Went to the beach that morning, watched the clouds scud across the skies. Watched the buff beach boys flex, watched the toned beach bunnies watch the boys. Didn't realize I was being watched. Caught a glimpse of a familiar tall, blond with a hot bod, and a really nice ass, wished I could've seen more.
Went for swim in the cold, cold ocean. Hoping to chill down my raging horniness. It worked for a while. Long enough to get a bite to eat, a cold drink and another glimpse of the blond giant with the really nice ass. Hit the showers, rinsed off the salt, slid my flip flops back on, carted my bag and chair back to my truck and drove home. Met with my kids for an afternoon snack, talked a while, and caught up. Took a real shower, shampooed, conditioned, shaved yadda yadda...and went to my room to crap out for a while.
Guess I musta been really wiped from all the sun and fun cause I slept like a log for three hours. Ate dinner with the family, joked with my folks, made plans for the day after with my oldest, went up and got ready to meet my girls.
They'd picked out a local bar, great food, awesome drinks, decent men to gaze on they said. They'd also promised music, dancing, fun. Which, I knew they'd deliver. I walked inside and straight into the blond giant. His hands steadied me at my hips. His hazel eyes smiled down to me.
"Guess, I should at least buy you a drink, since I almost knocked you down." His voice was like a warm whiskey over the country rock pouring from the jukebox. I could see my gals over his shoulder, grinning and poking at each other.
"I'd love one. Thank you." I smiled, joining him at the bar. The bartender grinned at me. We've known each other since high school, and she knows how to fuck me up, royally. I could tell she was ready to prime me up. She slid a shot glass in front of me, a couple of limes, and held the Patron bottle up for my inspection. I could only laugh and nod. She set out another glass for my giant blond friend.
"Guess they know you here, huh?" He laughed, as my bartender poured two shots. I lifted mine, he lifted his, our glasses clinked and poof, tequila's gone. He nods for her to refill them and she does. On our third tequila shot, my friends joined us. Loud, boisterous, making a joyful noise I knew I'd miss when vacation was over.
They gently pawed at my giant blond friend, until he sidled close to me. They joined in for shot number five. My giant blond friend was snugged up tightly against my hip. I could let myself lean against him, let myself really feel that bulge pressing hotly against my hip.
One of my gals whispered to me in my other ear, making me turn away from my giant, so that his bulge rubbed gently against my ass. I felt his hand on my hip, pulling me gently back, as my gal chattered on about how she wanted this giant for herself, making me laugh, making me press back against him, rub against him.
I heard him groan softly in my ear. I leaned back, resting on his broad, strong chest, watching her eyes change as his hands held my hips, as he bent his mouth to my throat. As he nuzzled me. Another shot of tequila. He danced with me, draping my arms over his shoulders, holding my hips tightly as we ground together.
"I'll be right back." He whispered, heading for the men's room. I knew he was either going to jerk off, or try to calm his cock down. He met me in my gal's booth, with the bottle of Patron, limes, and more shots. More laughing. My gals slowly began to head home. Some alone. Some not. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt either of us.
Like him being married. Like me being in a relationship forever. Like we've met many times, all over the country. Like I was the one he was leaving his long time wife for. He was the one I was leaving my old man for. Like one whiff of us to anybody would set off major cataclysms and repercussions. We knew how to be careful.
Three months more and his divorce would be final. Three months more and my youngest turned eighteen. Three months but they didn't realize who had been partying with them. They didn't recognize his face or his voice. I still couldn't believe it.
Two years ago we'd met, when his boat broke down. Hunny and I got it fixed for him, ASAP. He invited us to his campsite, met his friends, bandmates, and family, and had a blast hanging with him. When my hunny finally crashed in one of the lounge hammocks, I went for a walk along the shore. Not ocean, lake shore. I was dreaming of my upcoming vacation in the moonlight, not paying any attention to my surroundings, when I stumbled into him. Literally.
"I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching..." I began. His look stopped my voice. His eyes were fierce, his face set, his body tense. His lips parted. He sighed softly.
