He looked around at his family. Everyone was out on the beach doing something: reading, building sandcastles, treasure hunting with a metal detector, napping. He was enjoying himself. He WAS. But...at the same time, it was 3 days without his secret life.
His "other phone" was hidden in his car. He couldn't stand it anymore. Tomorrow morning he would sneak out so he could check his messages. Breakfast would be his cover story. There was a gourmet donut shop a mile down the road. Yes, he could make it through this vacation after all.
The next morning, he sat in the parking lot just outside the donut shop scrolling through the few private messages he received from the acquaintances he met through his numerous online chat forums. He didn't have enough time to check any of public forums. This would have to satisfy his desires, nay, his needs for now. He started with the messages he knew would be pretty tame, and ended with the people that he knew would satisfy his deepest kink desires.
He absently rubbed the front of his shorts as he read a message from Katie. Hmmm...she could usually be more fun. This was just a quick boring note. But as he knew she had more possibility in the future, he typed out a quick reply. Then he moved on. When he finished, six messages later, he realized he had gone from absently rubbing his cock through the fabric of his shorts to having his hand under the waistband and tugging fairly hard and quickly.
He was embarrassed he lost control. He never looses control. Well, rarely looses control. He's good about never revealing personal details. Safe to conceal his true desires behind a protected and encrypted device. Safe and in control. So why the hell was he acting like a damn teenager jacking off in his car?
Nine more days. He could last that long, he thought. He is in paradise. On the beach. Only an occasional conference call or email exchange for work, otherwise he was just sitting. And relaxing. How...boring.
He reluctantly quit playing with himself and tried to think of mundane things so his erection would subside enough for him to go inside the shop and purchase his cover story. As he was waiting, he glanced out the window on the passenger side of his car and noticed an attractive woman looking back at him. She smiled, winked, and got out of her car, sashaying her ass as she went.
He froze. Had she seen him playing with his cock? He wasn't sure if he hoped she hadn't, or if he hoped she HAD. His cock throbbed with the thought of her watching and getting turned on enough to wink at him. He didn't notice anything else about her except the way her hips made her ass move as she walked. A wink and a perfect ass. Damn. He was never going to make it inside to buy those donuts.
He looked at his watch and realized he had no choice. He adjusted his hard-on as best as he could and got out of the car. He walked inside the cool shop air, took a deep breath, and stood in line behind Ms. Wink. She turned around, glanced down his body to his shorts and slowly brought her gaze back up to his eyes. She grinned and said, "You look very familiar. Is your name Scott by any chance?"
Oh my god, is the tightness in his chest a heart attack? Who the fuck is this woman? She looked slightly familiar too. Is it a friend of his wife's? He tried not to panic what did she see? What did she know?
"Are you ok? I'm Katie. Do I know you from chat?"
And just like that, the panic turned into curiosity.
"I promise I'm not stalking you," she laughed. "I got sent to one of our branches to help out with a project. I know you are here with your family, so I'll keep quiet if I see you around town this week." With that, Katie turned around and placed her order.
After she paid and got her bag of donuts, and a large coke, she turned to him, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I enjoyed watching you in your car. Maybe next time, I can help out." Before he could think of anything to say, she walked out of the shop.
All day. He was distracted ALL day. She really didn't check off his kink desires or fit in with his fetishes. However, in the forum, she was engaging, flirted with everyone equally, and kept the chatter going. She had only been a member for a couple of weeks, but it felt like he had known her for DAYS. He remembered her laughing at his silly little joke about that last week.
Why was he still thinking about her? It must be that damn little wink. It kept replaying through his mind on almost a loop pattern. Damn that wink.
He grabbed a beer from the cooler he brought down to the sand with him, took a large draw off the top, and closed his eyes.
He must have dozed off because when he opened his eyes again, his beer was warm and the sun was setting. He looked around and didn't see his family anywhere. They must have gone back to the condo. He scanned the beach one more time and his gaze landed on a couple down the way.
The woman was half on top of her partner. She was laughing, and bent down to playfully kiss the man beneath her. First on the lips. Then she moved over to his ear and neck. The man flipped the woman over and pinned her arms above her. The laughter stopped. He leaned over and gave her a long passionate kiss.
Scott couldn't help but watch. Especially when the man started inching down the straps to her tank top. It wasn't long before a pair of creamy white breasts were exposed. The couple seemed to be oblivious to anything happening around them. But as Scott observed, the beach was nearly deserted anyway.
