1. The Getaway
It was almost time for their annual vacation, and Jill Masterson could hardly wait. This one would be different though. With William in college she and her husband Grant would be taking their first holiday alone in 18 years. They both loved the ocean, so the choice of an island trip was an easy one. Grant wanted there to be good boating and fishing and Jill wanted good swimming and a nice private beach. The month before their vacation their travel agent called with a suggestion -- one of the small Key Islands. It was just north of Key West -- far enough away for complete privacy, close enough for an easy day trip.
The beach they would stay on was private -- in fact their stretch had just one cottage on it, with another on an island almost a mile offshore, both owned by the same man. The cottage was pricey -- but came with a small fishing boat and complete privacy -- so Grant agreed to it almost immediately. He faxed over a copy of their driver's licenses and his credit card payment, and their week's reservation was confirmed the next day.
Jill packed for both of them a few nights before the trip. Almost 40, she looked at herself closely in the mirror as she tried on the clothes she considered bringing. She still looked lovely -- she worked hard to keep her figure, and her 5'5" figure remained slender and lithe. She tried on all the swim suits she owned -- a half dozen all told. She choice three -- a very practical one-piece for swimming, and two bikinis, one for sunbathing, and one for enticing Grant. Both displayed her 36 b/c breasts to nice effect -- although the enticing one displayed a lot more of them, as well as sporting a high French cut bikini bottom.
Jill packed other dresses and casual clothes as well. She was hoping that now that being alone in a romantic setting would help Grant rekindle some of the flames that had been dormant for far too long. Over the last decade he had become decreasingly interested in sex with her -- if she wanted any she almost always had to initiate it -- and do most of the foreplay as well. Of course he was older -- he had celebrated his 55th birthday in November. Jill understood that often a man's interest in sex dimmed during that decade. But Jill still harbored hopes of a romantic week. Although he hadn't kept in shape as she had, she was hoping for the best.
2. The Arrival
The cottage was everything Jill imaged, and more. Although just a private residence, it was run similar to a four-star hotel. The cottage's maid was just finishing up her duties when they arrived early in the morning. She let a fruit basked on the kitchen table, assured them the kitchen was well-stocked and would be replenished mid-week, and said that all the bottles in the cottage -- both potable (water and wine) and practical (shampoo and soap) were meant for them. She apologized for being out of suntan lotion. Grace had brought two bottles for them and told her not to worry.
The beach was wonderful -- soft sand, sloping gradually into the blue waves off of the Gulf of Mexico. It was very private -- the only other building in site was the owner's house on the island off the coast -- and even that was just a speck -- barely visible to the human eye. Unfortunately, the boat was all that it was advertised to be as well. A 35 footer, it was comfortable and powerful and it soon became clear to Jill that Grant intended to be on it and not her throughout the week.
Jill didn't mind for the first few days. She would put on her one piece when she got up, Grant already long-gone for the day in the boat, and explore the beach. On the second day she found a lovely little cove, about a half a mile away from her house. She brought her beach chair and umbrella and a book. The glare off the ocean was intermittent but visible at times, mostly in the morning. Jill would go in swimming around one. She was a strong swimmer, and loved the feeling of being engulfed by the light blue ocean. She would swim for at least a half an hour, then sunbath to dry off, reading a book when she was on her front, before returning to the cottage.
Grant would return around sunset, and cook whatever he had caught for supper. But afterwards he was hardly a figure of romance -- a little tired, a bit grumpy, and disinterested in anything but watching a little television and falling asleep.
3. On the Beach
On the fourth day of their vacation Jill decided to start wearing her "sensible" bikini, partly in the hope Grant would pay attention to her, partly to facilitate her sunbathing. She decided that if nothing else she would get a better tan, and being all alone on a private beach would afford her that opportunity.
Grant barely took notice of her change -- showing her a map of the outlying shore and explaining where he hoped to fish for the rest of the trip. She smiled politely, wondering when he had gotten so old and oblivious.
As soon as he left Jill walked down to the cove. She tried to sunbath in the morning, but the glare off of the waves was too harsh. She read instead, and as usual sunbathed after her swim. She felt much sexier in her two-piece, and could not help but admire the smoothness of her skin as she applied her suntan lotion. As she lay on her front she untied her bikini top and felt the sun slowly bake her. After 25 minutes or so she turned around. She pulled down her top so that it only covered her nipples and leaned back in her chair. Except for an occasional glare off the ocean the view was clear and undisturbed.
After about 10 minutes of this she looked around the beach -- of course no one was there -- it would have been trespassing, and besides, there was nothing nearby. Jill decided to remove her top. Suddenly she felt liberated, almost European. The strapless tan would look sexy. Her breasts were lovely, and as 36b/c's they retained their shape nicely even without support. She felt the sun beat down upon her almost naked body and felt very sensual. She could feel her exposed nipples harden slightly under the slight breeze and the warmth of the sun. The only annoyance was an occasional glare off the ocean -- she squinted, but could see nothing. She found it annoying that there was now a glare even in the afternoon.
After she had been there about half an hour she retied her top and returned to the cottage, watching movies until Grant came back. As they ate a red snapper meal he prepared he explained that on his way back home he had stopped off at the island and met the cottage's owner. He had waved him over with a flag and invited Grant to tour the house. Grant asked for a rain check, as the sun was almost down, but had promised to return tomorrow night for a tour.
Jill asked Grant what he had been like. "Oh very nice -- with what we are paying for this place he should be," Grant added. "Although he did give this bottle of merlot, which was considerate of him." Jill asked for more details. "Hard to say, maybe 45, brown hair, taller than me." And slimmer, certainly, Jill thought. "He's very reclusive -- I guess he stays in his house most of the time. He has a huge telescope -- I think he's into astrology," Grant added. "Astronomy?" Jill suggested, correcting him gently. "Oh, right, astronomy," Grant accepted, "one of those guys who looks at the moon and other heavenly bodies. He said he'd let me have a look -- I guess it's very strong. I'll let you know more Friday -- he's invited me back on our last evening here. Maybe I'll even get another bottle of wine out of him."
They each had two glasses with dinner. The drinks made Jill a bit tipsy, and a bit horny too. But they only seem to make Grant sleepy, and he retired for the night. Jill came to bed shortly after him and undressed. Grand was already snoring. She thought of how beautiful the beach was. She wanted to make love on it, but knew that Grant would never do that. In fact it didn't look like they would even make love at all this trip. She took her right hand and let it move slowly over her breasts. Jill slowly touched herself as she loved to have a man touch her, and felt her breasts swell, her nipples harden. She closed her eyes and closed her legs too, squeezing her thighs together, as she thought of being made love to, by Grant, by their unseen landlord, coming off of his island to swoop her out of bed and down to the beach and enjoy her there. And slowly, smiling, she drifted off to sleep.
4. Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures
The next day was similar to the previous one, but when Jill awoke on Friday morning and found Grant was still sleeping she decided to try something new. She remember how aroused she had been the previous two nights, touching her breasts as she drifted off to sleep, dreaming about a man she had never even seen. She decided to try and provoke Grant to action. She wore her sexy bikini -- one she never wore outside at home. It was extremely revealing, so she confined its use to their own pool. In fact she had been shopping with a girlfriend when she bought it, and purchased it almost as a dare, after her friend questioned who would ever wear such an outfit. The fabric -- what there was of it -- was red and white, in stripes and ovals, semi-psychedelic and very sexy. But Grant hardly seemed to notice, and within minutes of awakening had gathered his things and gone off on the boat.
Jill lingered around the house longer, eating breakfast and watching television, waiting until almost noon to go to out to her private alcove. She took a book and her small bag, ready for her last day on the beach.
She spread the tanning lotion over her legs slowly, knowing she would be staying out longer on her last day and not wanting to burn. As Jill finished working on her left thigh she squinted as a glare hit her in the eyes. She scoured the ocean, but could see no obvious cause for it -- the sun wasn't gleaming off the ocean in her direction. The ocean revealed nothing but slight activity in the waves, not a boat in sight -- in fact nothing in sight except the distant island.
