All things much come to an end and so it was with our getaway weekend. Lori and I had shared the relative calm and restive night-life of Santa Barbara for three days, the time had come to pack up and go back to our respective homes. The food was excellent, the dancing exciting, the sex wonderful, and the rest refreshing but it was over, the everyday grind awaited.
I had pretty much finished packing. A guy doesn't need that much for a weekend and what he brings should be mostly the products that insure he won't become malodorly offensive. I stood before the wide window, absorbing the impressive view below. We were only on the fourth floor, but that was enough to see the white beach curving away, the waves breaking and rushing in, the gulls soaring on invisible winds, and the somewhat more mundane parking lot below. I idly scanned the multi-colored, chrome brightened vehicles and some movement inside one of them directly below our window caught my eye.
Looking directly through the windshield, I saw two people seated side by side, talking, one of whom was making vehement use of hands to express himself. The woman, sitting in the driver's seat, wore a halter dress, the hem of which ended somewhere at mid thigh. He was in a floral button down shirt and cargo shorts. In short, a typical tourist couple in their twenties. He was thin and her curves were shown to advantage by the dress.
As I watched, the woman caught the man's fluttering hands and leaned toward him, speaking animatedly. It wasn't much, but a little human drama was preferable to the sea gulls trying to stay in one spot in the sky against the wind. Whatever the woman had been saying must have packed some power because the man suddenly leaned forward and kissed her.
The kiss didn't seem to begin with much, maybe he was just trying to shut her up, but after a few seconds she released his hands and her arms went around his neck. The plot thickens, I thought. From the movement I could make out, the kisses were becoming longer and passionate. His hands had gone around her waist and even though her long curly hair hid the details of what was going on, I could tell they were not taking being idle.
"Are you ready to go?" called my companion from the bathroom where she was working female magic.
"Uhm, yeah, just about..." I answered, not taking my eyes off the couple in the car below. Whoa!
The woman had suddenly leaned back in her seat, her hair flying aside to show that her car-mate had worked the clasp on the halter leaving her breasts fully exposed. Just as I began to wonder if those were real, her seat back dropped all the way down, the shock setting into glorious motion that which had freshly been revealed and reminding me of the old song lyric it must be jelly cuz jam don't shake like that.
I wasn't treated to the unimpeded view for long. I lost it when Mister Man leaned over the central console in the car, putting his head between my eyes and her impressive bosom. "You fucker," I whispered, feeling my baggies becoming less roomy. Was he? Her hands went to the back of his neck, then her fingers into his hair. I couldn't see her face, the car roof cut her off just at the shoulder line. Of course he was, I could tell by the movements of his head and the way her fingers were treating him. I reached down and adjusted myself then started. I guiltily looked around and then made a quick circuit of the parking lot. Lori was still in the bathroom and nobody was in the lot. This little unintended show was a private one.
The thin man had almost climbed over the center divider in his fervor. I saw that while I had been hastily checking the area, he had slipped his hand between her legs, The damned steering wheel was blocking a complete view, but his arm was not keeping still and I realized her hips weren't either. By then I could have been used as the flag pole of any military base and the need to be touched was very strong. What the hell... I ran my thumb along the line of my fly, right where the plump vein would be seen if I'd been wearing less. Uh oh
She was pushing him back. He was resisting, I could see he wasn't anxious to get sent back to passenger-seat-land. My suspicion was that she had enough of out-door play and was ready to make a break for the room. Ahhh, crap, well it was good while -- Hello?
