What a miserable drive this was, she thought as she pulled into the driveway of the secluded beach house. It was a four-plus hour trip after a brutal week at work where nearly nothing went right and her supervisor had been on her ass for two days. What really made it unfair is that she had been doing the supervisor's work the whole time while that bitch sat around doing nothing. So frustrating, really.
The beach house wasn't hers. On her paycheck, there was no way she could afford it. What she could afford was two weeks a year as a time-share in the house. She'd heard all the horror stories about time shares and how people were pigs, but this one wasn't so bad. Everyone who owned a piece of it took care of it and it turned into the perfect place for a romantic getaway.
What really made the whole trip suck was that she was alone on the four-hour drive. Some romantic getaway! But the getaway part was the most important. She had to get the hell out of town for her own sanity, even if she got to the shore after dark. The weekend held promise of solitude and silence, just what she needed.
She just wanted to get out of the car, so she didn't bother putting it in the garage. She just left in the driveway, grabbed her bags and headed to the door. Great, she thought, someone left the lights on in the house. She shrugged. It just made it easier for her to get inside and relax after all that stress. The beach would be the perfect place to bake away her cares tomorrow.
She went into the bedroom, and put her bags on the floor. The bedside lamp was on. She tried to remember if it was on a timer, then shrugged. It just wasn't that important, not worth worrying about. The room was spotless, the bed made. She was grateful that the last bunch had cleaned everything up, even if they did leave some of the lights going.
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Man, this shower feels good, he thought as he leaned into the spray. The drive down to the coast was brutal, four hours of being alone in the car. Nothing good on the radio, and nothing much to look at, just flat scrub without even any palm trees for most of the way.
He had gotten in early, unpacked his suitcases and put his clothes in the big dresser in the bedroom and stowed the suitcase on the top shelf of the closet before heading off to clean up in the spare bathroom, which was next to the spare bedroom. He preferred the shower there to the one off of the master bedroom because the water flow was better.
It had been a shitty week at work, where he had just completed a big project. Oh, it went okay and his bosses liked how it turned out, but he wasn't satisfied. It could have been a whole lot better, and he was frustrated with the lack of cooperation he'd gotten all week. A little effort on their part, he thought, and it would have been outstanding.
He was glad it was his week at the beach house. It was crappy that he was alone, but he shrugged mentally. So what? Maybe he should go out and see what was going on. Town was only a couple of miles away. You never know what will happen.
He looked down at his dick. Something better happen, he thought. It's been a while and I'm so damned horny it's hard to think straight. He chuckled. Think straight with the big head, that is. The little one is a straight arrow right now. He thought about taking care of his problem, but decided it would be a waste. Might as well see what the evening would bring.
He began soaping his gray hair. Fifty ain't dead, he muttered to himself. It's very much alive, and it's ready to do some partying with the right woman.
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She glanced at the clock. 10 o'clock on a quiet Florida night. She thought about changing clothes and making the two-mile drive into town to see if anything was going on. She wasn't sure if she had the energy, but decided why not.
She undressed and tossed her clothes on the floor and moved to stand in front of the full-length mirror opposite the bed. She took a look at her reflection. Not bad, she thought, as she took inventory of her assets. Not bad for someone pushing fifty. Her auburn hair really hadn't even started graying yet. Oh, a few strands here or there, but highlights took care of that. Could she lose a few pounds? Sure, who couldn't? But then again, what was there looked pretty damned good. Her tits sagged a little, but they were good sized with prominent nipples and were as sensitive as ever. She traced her fingers around the aureoles and shivered slightly.
As her breath caught, she remembered the empty car. Empty. She hated that word. This was supposed to be a place for romance and love and wild times, not an empty house with an empty bed. She sighed again, and slid her hand down and touched herself. What really felt empty was her pussy. It had been too long since it was filled properly. As she slid her fingers down her slit, she shivered again. She didn't want the emptiness eating her up. She wanted someone eating up her pussy -- right now.
Ah, what the hell, might as well she thought, as she moved over to the big, inviting bed. One of the things she loved about this beach house was that it had a waterbed. It was always warm and inviting, and when inviting someone else to warm places it stood ready as the perfect place to be.
She peeled back the covers and put pillows behind her head so she could see the reflection in the mirror. She laid down on the nice warm sheets and spread her thighs so she could see her pussy. It glistened slightly in the soft light. But that was for later.
She began by tracing her fingertips along her sides, and sliding them up to her tits. She brushed her nipples ever so slightly, and they sprung to attention, waiting for the stimulation she so dearly loved. She closed her eyes, thinking about a lover kneeling over her and sucking on those tits and enjoying them. She pinched her nipples and began kneading her breasts in circular motions, like that lover would. She sighed lightly.
Her right hand snaked down her body, fingertips brushing down her belly to her thighs. She spread her legs a little and her right index finger began tracing the outline of her vulva, touching the soft, sensitive skin. Her left hand joined the right, caressing the other side of her vulva, as her pussy began to moisten further. She reveled in the sensations as one finger slid up and began stroking her clit.
The up-and-down motions of her right index finger were matched by her left hand massaging her pussy lips in a slight circular motion, darting to her pussy opening and then back again. The juices began to flow freely. She opened her eyes and looked at her reflection, as she pleasured herself slowly and felt her pussy lips began to swell and become more sensitive.
Then she took the plunge with her right index finger and let out a soft moan. It felt so good.
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He turned off the hot shower and began toweling the water from his body. He walked over to the mirror, again speculating that there was only one reason to have a full length mirror right there in a bathroom. Whoever put it in liked to watch what they were doing. He approved of the idea, and started thinking about how great it would be to use that mirror for its intended purpose. Later, he muttered to himself.
He finished drying himself and combed his damp hair in the mirror, and hung the towel up and left the bathroom, heading to the bedroom so he could get dressed. He walked into the room and stopped in shock, transfixed by what he saw. There was a naked woman on his bed, legs spread as she stroked her pussy and moaned.
He took a couple of steps toward the bed. His dick did more than take a couple of steps -- it sprung to life, extending out to its full seven inches. His breath caught, but he did his best to make no noise for fear she would stop -- or even disappear as a mirage brought on by his fevered, horny mind.
He certainly liked what he saw. Her breasts were large without being too big, shivering and quivering as she worked her hands between her legs, her face contorting with her eyes tightly closed. He saw her thighs and thought how they would look warming his ears or wrapped around his hips. And her pussy looked perfect, moist and reddened with desire as her fingers traced the outlines and made an occasional foray to slide into the depths of her. The scent of her excitement was intoxicating.
He silently walked to the side of the bed for a closer look. He knew that this could be dangerous, but the payoff could be oh so amazing. He knew what he had to do as he moved to the edge of the bed.
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She was totally lost in her fantasy. Her hands were caressing her pussy lips, and the clit, and the opening as she imagined her lover going down on her and attacking her pussy with his tongue. She could see in her mind's eye the flickering of the tip of that tongue sliding up and down her clit, around her flamingly sensitive vulva and going deep into her pussy and hitting the right spots. She moaned. But what she really wanted was to feel his dick in her mouth, to begin sucking on that large, thick, and rock hard shaft as he returned the favor with her sopping cunt.
Something touched her lips, and with eyes still closed tightly and the fantasy consuming her brain she opened her mouth and began sucking.
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He couldn't believe it. He had slid onto the bed ever so slowly and thanks to the swirling motions of the waterbed from her fevered digital ministrations, she hadn't noticed. He had grabbed his dick by the base, and brushed her lips with it. And she opened her mouth and began to work. His head started spinning.
