This was the beginning of my second week in the lakes region of New Hampshire on a computer consulting job. But the fact was that I had only done two days worth of work for the company that hired me, and the rest of the time they just wanted me available in case they needed me to iron out any wrinkles in their programs as they completed the changeover to a new system they had bought from the company I represented. So, as it turned out, I had had several vacation days with pay while staying in this beautiful area of the granite state. My family had brought me many times to area lakes when I was a child, and I loved it here. But at this point, I was getting pretty bored because I had revisited several of the area sites and didn’t have a lot else to do with myself other than work out in the health club of the inn where I stayed. But I was thankful that the August weather had been beautiful everyday.
As a twenty-seven year old black American I am pretty happy with my life, both in terms of personal and career accomplishments. Over the years, I had always been told how cute I was by girls, both by sista’s and white girls alike. I didn’t know if I really was, I just knew that that’s what everyone always said. As I grew through high school and college, sports helped me to sculpt a near perfect body to go with what I was now told were incredibly good looks, even for a black guy. At six foot four, and one hundred ninety-five pounds, I figure I have finally stopped growing. And, my medium brown skinned body is smooth, and incredibly well defined from my shaved head down to my feet.
Most women I have been out with are totally taken with my body and with the pretty good sized package I inherited from my ancestors. As of yet, I just have not found the right woman for me. It seems that whenever I meet someone who really interests me, she is either engaged or already married. It’s really frustrating.
In terms of my career, I am really happy with the way I have advanced with the companies I have worked with since I got out of school five years ago. It seems the only let down in my life is the fact that I still don’t have someone special with whom I can share the future.
Anyway, as these thoughts played through my mind as I sat at the bar at the inn and was drinking a couple of drafts before eating another supper by myself, I was interrupted by an incredibly beautiful white girl/young woman who climbed up on the stool next to mine. When I looked over at her as she sat down, I realized she was perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She looked to stand about 5’8”, and probably weighed around 120. At first sight, she had an absolutely incredible body. Our eyes locked for a split second and we stared at one another, and she smiled a beautiful smile and asked,
“This isn’t taken is it?”
“No, it isn’t.” I managed as I drank in her beautiful body and smile. Our eyes locked for a moment longer than needed, and I got the feeling that she was looking me over just as I was giving her the once over. My stomach stirred just a bit as our eyes held on to one another’s just a little too long. But my next realization was that her boyfriend, check that, husband was standing behind her because there were not two stools left empty together. My heart sank as we broke our gaze and I quickly recouped by offering to move one stool to my left to allow her husband to sit next to her. They both smiled and thanked me.
“Thanks, really appreciate it. Matt Somers, and my wife Julie.” He offered his hand as he took my stool. Julie again gave me her incredible smile and onced me over as she said thanks herself.
“Jason Saunders, hi guys. It’s no problem.” I heard myself say to Matt and Julie as I shook his hand and then her beautifully soft and small white hand. She probably felt nothing like I did. But when our hands touched, I felt my heart and stomach knot in excitement. Looking again at Matt, I realized that he and Julie looked as though they were a couple right our of some hot sex movie. Not only was she absolutely gorgeous, but Matt was also an extremely hot looking white stud who I guessed to be around my age. They both had gym bodies, and were dressed in a way that at once showed off the fruits of their labors at their local gym, but did not flaunt them. She had straight thick dirty blond hair that fell just below her shoulders. She was wearing a low cut, navy blue top that let the entire world see her beautifully tanned cleavage that was just the perfect size. Around her incredibly thin waist was a short white skirt was barely above her knees when she stood, and revealed just enough of her long and firm thighs and calves to set my abdomen on fire. And her ass was just fuckin incredible! Her complexion was beautifully smooth and tanned. Piercing blue eyes shone bright from her tanned face. I realized I was probably staring, but I could not help myself.
“So Jason, are you vacationing?” Matt had jolted me back to reality. Almost embarrassed that I was glaring at Julie, I quickly came back with my being there on business. As I talked to Matt, I saw that he and Julie were probably the perfect match. He was just a little shorter than I, was also lean but very well defined and tightly muscled. He could easily have been a model. I did notice that he had thick jet black hair on his head which was complemented by a fairly deep late day shadow of beard growth. His arms were also very hairy. Too bad, I thought to myself, “She likes hairy dudes, and I’m not one of them.”
Matt ordered drinks for Julie and himself and insisted that he buy me another beer as well. They told me that they were on a few days vacation and had just arrived at the inn. Matt was a lawyer in Boston, and Julie was currently in her last year of law school. They were both real pleasant and outgoing, and I doubt Julie had any idea that she was giving me the hardon of the century. When she talked to me I had a hard time just looking her in the eyes because I wanted to examine every inch of her beautiful body. And her voice was so feminine; it was all I could do not to jump on her. While we all talked I suspected that Julie was playing with me. She had to feel the sexual vibes that I felt for her. But, I reasoned that that was impossible. She had a hot stud for a husband, and although I now knew I was a hot item when it came to the interests of the ladies, she didn’t need me. I told myself to suck it up and realize that this developing fantasy of mine was all my own. As we continued to talk, Matt and I discovered that we had played similar sports in high school and college, and that we had done similar things to keep in shape since graduating. I became more relaxed talking with the both of them, and I really enjoyed the conversation after a week of dialogue with the bartender. Julie also showed a great interest in sports and easily fit into the conversation. Each time I looked at her I was so frustrated that I could not find such a catch for myself. Not only did she have to be incredible in bed, but she also had a sharp mind and a great sense of humor.
When the bartender offered me my bar menu, Matt and Julie both insisted that I eat supper with them. I told them that I appreciated it, but that they were there to enjoy themselves on vacation. They still insisted. Reluctantly, I agreed and thanked them.
At dinner, the conversation did not lag at all. The three of us had a great time talking and the time went by quickly. I learned that Matt was 29 and Julie was my age. They had been married for four years. The perfect couple. I was so jealous of Matt, only because he had Julie, and I did not. I kept sneaking stares at her, and told myself that it was only my imagination that she was doing the same with me. Seeing the time, and thinking that these guys wanted to hit the sheets early for some exercise, I excused myself, saying that I had to call into the office and do some computer work. Julie and Matt told me that they were planning to ride into the mountains tomorrow and if I was on another day off said I should come. I thanked them, but told them I thought I would be busy. Just before I left the table, they grilled me on the athletic facilities at the inn and I told them that they were great and went virtually unused on a daily basis. I told them I usually did a midnight swim and hit the spa, even though I wasn’t supposed to, but said no one cared. I thanked them again, and bid them good night. As I left the table, I turned back to wave a final time, and noticed Julie staring at me. She returned the wave.
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When I got back to my room, all I could do was fantasize about the different ways Julie and I would do it together. Over the next hour and a half I fucked her in my mind in every possible position as I jerked my ten inch cocoa rod. At about 11:30 that night I headed to the pool for my nightly swim. My routine was that I did laps for about forty minutes and then lounged in the spa for another forty. Since not a soul had shown up all week, I had started swimming and doing the spa au natural.
I was sitting in the spa when Matt and Julie came into the pool area. I kind of jumped up in a mini panic, realizing that my swimsuit and towel were off to the side of the spa. Julie had a terri cloth wrap covering her suit to just the top of her thighs.
“Hey Jason, how’s the water?” I told them that it was fine, but that I had one problem.
“What’s that dude?” asked Matt.
