Author's Note: Readers of my stories usually know they typically fall into 2 types: romantic or "fun". This is definitely a more "fun" story. My fun stories usually involve me exploring a theme, like raceplay, or maids, or power/control, and for this story, cheating. It was definitely fun to write, and I hope you have fun reading it too!
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"A little help?" I heard someone yell.
I saw a volleyball roll in front of me while I sat on a lakeside beach near a beach volleyball court. Standing up, I pulled my red hair behind my ears, picked up the ball, and saw a bunch of college kids looking over at me from the court nearby. All too happy to help, I threw the ball over to them, but not being very athletic, it didn't go as far, or as straight, as I hoped it would. Nonetheless, the group seemed happy that I helped.
"Thanks!" one of them yelled, and I waved back at them before sitting down and continued to watch them play.
Watching them became a guilty habit of mine since arriving at Lake Blackwood for a summer vacation. Since I arrived, I noticed that the same group of college kids always played volleyball around the same time every day while I walked the path along the lake. They were young, full of energy, and most notably, very athletic and attractive. As a woman who just turned 40, watching them made me feel young again, and seeing their youthful and muscular bodies gave me a rush of excitement. Before long, I started to time my beach relaxation to when they played.
All things considered, it was also a nice distraction from the reality of my life. I was diagnosed with depression earlier this year, and it was suggested that going somewhere new and being amongst nature might help. I wasn't enthused about traveling far, but fortunately, I found this cute little spot by the lake that wasn't too far of a drive from where I lived. I even rented a cozy lakeside cabin so I could help disconnect a bit from the world.
My husband was supposed to go with me, but a last-minute work emergency came up that required him to travel, so he couldn't join me. I couldn't reschedule the trip, so I asked my daughter, Tessa, if she wanted to go with me, but she said no. I knew it was because she wanted to have the whole house alone with her new boyfriend, but she tried to deny it when I asked. I had to admit, he was pretty cute, so I understood why she wanted to spend so much alone time with him. I knew she was using protection, so I wasn't too worried about her. We also had a great relationship and I knew she would talk to me if anything happened.
Suddenly, I heard one side of the court erupt in cheers and laughter, making me smile along with them. I envied them. They were so young and carefree; I wished I could feel like that again. I found myself staring at one particular player celebrating, who I internally dubbed my vacation muse. He was not only attractive but legitimately one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. His chocolate skin glowed in the hot summer sun and his impressive muscular physique was like a magnet for my eyes.
Thanks to his shirt that clung tightly to his body, it was easy to see how muscular he was. He wasn't ripped like a bodybuilder or anything, but his whole upper body was covered in thick, bulging muscles, yet he still had a narrow waist and a hard-looking stomach. His legs were thick and powerful, and I loved watching them as he ran through the sand. If I was being honest, I always secretly had a thing for black guys. I never acted on it, and only dated white guys, but there was something about black guys that always made my heart race.
He embodied the type of guy I would fantasize about when reading my romance novels. They would always be muscular guys who would quite literally sweep me off my feet. The kind of guy who would make me feel small and weak in comparison. He would look at me with such passionate desire that I would melt into him. I never imagined I would actually see someone like that in real life. He stirred an arousal in me that I hadn't felt in a long time.
The beach volleyball game ended and they started to disperse. Since it was getting late, I decided to head back to my cabin before my pale skin started to burn. Walking the path for a little bit, it curved into the neighboring forest. Once I arrived at my cabin, I decided to shower to clean any sweat and lingering sunscreen off my body. Fortunately, this cabin had a full bathroom and a functioning shower. Walking into the bathroom, I started to run the hot water while I pulled my clothes off my body. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but admire how I looked.
While I mainly felt old, my body looked like it belonged to someone much younger. My skin barely had any wrinkles and was still tightly stretched across my body. My C-cup breasts were surprisingly perky despite my age, and my flat stomach and thin waist was something I was proud of. My legs were thin but shapely, and when I turned to the side, I marveled at my proudest asset.
My ass still looked incredible, even after all these years. It was surprisingly big, but also firm and perfectly round. It was definitely the one thing about me that got the most attention from guys, and it was probably what got me my first date with my husband. I kept it in shape from a constant yoga routine but rarely showed it off.
Realizing the shower was running for a while and likely already hot, I jumped in. After rinsing myself off and feeling rejuvenated, I dried myself off before covering my body with a plush robe I brought with me. Walking out of the bathroom, I grabbed the romance book I was reading and decided to sit outside on the small front porch of my cabin.
I could see the shining lake through the trees of the forest and it looked beautiful as the sun started to set. Settling into my chair, I opened the book to where I left off. Reading romance novels was an enjoyment that I also passed on to my daughter, but she was having better luck in the physical romance space than I was.
While reading the book, I couldn't help but fantasize about the black volleyball player. I thought of him picking me up and me running my hands along his powerful arms and chest. He would lean down to kiss me and I... I suddenly realized that I was absentmindedly squeezing my breast through the robe. I panicked that I was doing something so lewd outside like that. God, why did that guy make me so damn horny? Closing the book, I decided that was enough for tonight and I should go to bed.
The next morning, after eating breakfast, I decided to walk the lake path and felt surprisingly refreshed. Maybe the vacation was just what I needed to beat my depression after all. After walking far enough down the path, I turned around to walk back. Eventually, I noticed the same group of college kids were playing at the volleyball court again. That was weird, this was not when they usually played.
I slowed down to watch them and I quickly found my muse. Keeping my eyes locked on him, I absentmindedly started to walk off the path closer to them, when I suddenly slipped, lost my balance, and fell down from the raised path and down a small sand slope. Goddammit! I was such a clutz sometimes.
Sitting up, I sighed heavily and started to wipe sand off of me. I tried to stand up, but when I put some pressure on my foot, I winced in pain. I guess I twisted my ankle a little bit. I carefully sat back down while cursing myself for getting so distracted by some young guy. I hoped no one watched an old lady like me fall like that.
A shadow fell over me, and I heard a deep voice say, "Hey, are you okay?"
