Author's Note: Katie and I enjoyed our short time with Jenn. Katie was not all that upset about what had happened, but she made it clear that the "sharing" was done. That's what had gotten us into so much trouble before.
I wanted to follow her wishes, but that didn't stop me from getting to know women over the internet. Some of the connections were exciting and even powerful, but nothing compared to how I felt when I met Candace. She even lived near our place at the beach. That made it incredibly difficult to resist the chance that she and I might actually meet. Still, I was never there without Katie, so I was sure it would never happen.
Candace and I played with ideas about how we could meet, but I never thought she was serious. I was wrong.
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I saw you walk down the beach toward us. Katie and I were sitting on the deck looking out over the water as the sinking sun behind us threw our shadows out toward the waves breaking gently on the beach. I couldn't believe it. You were actually going to do this.
You walked slowly along the shoreline, letting the water tickle your toes, making little splashes as your feet padded through the rippling foam. Just short of directly in front us, kind of on the property line between our house and the next, you stopped, then turned up away from the water. You walked about halfway from the water to the low dune line and then stopped. Without looking at us, I saw you take out the thin blanket that you had been carrying under your arm and spread it out on the sand. I couldn't imagine what you were going to do next.
I could already sense Katie's interest in you. Without looking at her, I felt her gaze move several times from you, to me, back to you, back to me. I could tell she was only checking to see if I noticed you, how much attention I was paying to you, all the normal attention she would have paid to any attractive woman walking past the house. Then, you reached down to the bottom of the hip length t-shirt you were wearing and pulled it up and over your head.
You were wearing a two piece bathing suit, not exactly a bikini, but certainly brief enough that there was more than enough skin visible to warrant plenty of attention . . . from both of us. Now Katie was even more interested in whatever reaction I might have. I tried to be cool, glancing in your direction, looking up the beach at . . . . nothing, looking back briefly at you, looking the other way, trying to appear only mildly interested in this rather sexy woman standing no more than 40-50 feet away from where Katie and I sat. I doubted Katie was fooled, she knows me too well.
My heart was actually racing a bit. We had talked about this, but I never thought you would really show up. The idea that you might not only appear, but might even make some sort of contact here, in front of Katie . . . I was getting a bit uncomfortable, not knowing what you planned.
It looked like you were being quite nonchalant yourself. As far as I could tell, you had not even looked in our direction, obviously pretending you didn't even see us sitting up on the deck. I sensed Katie turn her head to look up the beach and I quickly looked in your direction, trying to see you as Katie might. I could see why it was going to be impossible for her to ignore you.
You were quite a sight. I figured Katie would probably estimate you to be anywhere from 35-45. You were clearly not a child. Had you been 25-35, I know Katie would have laughed off any looking I did as a male egocentric fantasy. However, you were exactly what Katie knew I loved in a woman.
You were blond, tan and tall, probably almost exactly my own height. Even though you hadn't smiled, it was obvious you had a wide mouth and even from this distance, it was obvious that your eyes were deep pools in which more than a few men must have drowned over the years. Even with all those attributes, what I knew was going to drive Katie's jealously into the open was . . your body.
The simplest thing I can say is that you had the body of . . . . a real woman. There was a lot of you to love . . . and I already wanted to love it all. Your breasts were full, threatening to erupt out of your top at the slightest provocation. Your legs were long and powerful, climbing smoothly up and up and up, finally joining hips that were wide and strong. The image of those legs wrapped tightly around me jumped into my head, and I felt something inside me shiver. Your waist was not thin, but you still had that hourglass figure that promised a home where my arms would naturally slide into place. Everything about you said, "Climb into me, you hungry man, and I'll feed you a meal that will fill you to overflowing." My appetite was fully aroused.
As Katie looked back at you, you reached up to the tie of your top behind your neck. As we both watched in total rapt anticipation, you untied it, laid your arm across your breasts and for a moment, stood there immobile, the full roundness of your breasts swelling over your arm. We both knew you were attempting to cover much more than would ever remain confined by one thin arm, and sure enough, as you knelt to lie down on your blanket, your arm slipped a bit too low.
The material of your top followed your arm as it slipped toward your waist and in the brief seconds before you lay down on your stomach . . . . they appeared.
I swear I heard Katie gasp as we gazed upon two of the most incredible breasts imaginable. Their fullness made them part as you leaned over, your large dark nipples pointing to either side as they hung beneath your descending chest. In the last moment before they disappeared beneath you, we saw the delicate winding veins that shown softly just below your silky skin. As you settled yourself on the blanket, I found I had forgotten to breathe. When I took that much needed breath, Katie looked over at me, and not with a smile on her face.
"And what are you looking at?" she growled. "Come on in, I think it's time to fix dinner."
"Uhh, I think I'd like to sit here a while longer, OK?" I said. "How about I fix us a drink? I'll be right back."
I moved quickly before she could protest. Inside, I could still see you through the window. I took my time fixing the margaritas, making Katie's quite a bit stronger than normal. The drinks were really sweet and the tequila was high quality with no bitterness. I doubted she would even notice the higher than normal alcohol content.
By the time I returned to the deck, she seemed to have calmed down a bit. I sat with her closer to where you were lying. I figured that way I could see you, even when I was looking at her. We talked about inconsequential things, my wanting to look at you as long as possible, Katie sipping at her margarita. After about ten minutes, I went in and got the blender glass out of the refrigerator and brought it out to the deck. I had made a large batch and I refilled her glass up to the top. I thought she might comment on that, but she must have enjoyed the first class enough to want more right away.
It didn't surprise me, but before long she asked the question I had been expecting. "Do you think that woman is attractive?"
"Well sure," I answered cautiously.
"Is she sexy?" Katie asked.
