Sorry that I haven't written in a while, almost a year. As I started to write the next chapter in my vacation with Sara story, she objected to having our fun shared with the world. I tried to convince her that there were enough details changed to cover ourselves but she worried that there was still enough truth to the story that we could be discovered by others in our lives if they were to read the story. So, I decided that continuing real life fun was more important than sharing stories with this fun community.
As time has passed, so has my relationship with Sara. It was great enjoyment while it lasted but over time, she found that having a lover on the side was detracting from her marriage. So, we faded into memory as a couple but have remained friends at the gym.
Now, it is time to finish the story of our vacation, and the additional friend who joined us. If you don't remember, or never read the first installments of our story, you may want to return to those old stories.
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We awoke to a new day of our vacation as the sunshine streamed into the condo window. Our bodies were naked and intertwined, still in the position we had been in when we had finished our encounter the previous night. In our exhaustion, we had both fallen asleep as our climaxes subsided. Too tired to move, we had spent the night wrapped in each other's arms and legs. As we both awoke, we lie there cuddling and holding each other. As I considered whether or not I had the energy to restart our activity, Sara rolled onto her back, "oh wow, I don't think I'm going to be able to move today. What were we doing last night? Didn't we realize that morning would eventually come?"
I stroked her hair, "I wasn't thinking about morning, just thinking about you cumming."
"and cumming...and cumming...and cumming," she replied.
As I sat up, I asked her if she would mind if we waited a while before resuming our activities. With a smile, she wondered if I had worn her out and thought that a bit of breakfast would be a good start to the day and that she looked forward to having the strength to go another round or two later in the day.
We got dressed for a trip down the street for breakfast and went down to the car. We climbed in the car and I pressed the start button. At first nothing happened but then there was a grinding start followed by the engine catching, but not sounding like it was running well. I looked at the dashboard and saw the "service now" light was on along with a few other warning lights. I quickly called the rental agency and they asked that we head over to the airport to switch to a new car. They said it would be hours before someone could deliver a new car so we thought the best alternative would be a quick switch so that we could do what we wanted and not have to interrupt any later fun with the delivery of the new car.
The drive to the airport was uneventful. I watched the warning lights and dashboard as much as I watched the road. We pulled into the rental car lot and proceeded to the counter. The agent was quick apologetic and helpful as we quickly switched to a new car. The agent provided us with a choice of upgraded cars for our trouble and we gleefully selected the convertible from her list of alternatives. It may have been hot enough for air conditioning but a drive along the beach while topless sounded great and provided more than a few smirks among us as we talked about the advantages of being topless around the beach. I wondered if the desk agent was going to offer to join us for some topless time.
As we left the rental counter, I heard a loud discussion off to the side by the luggage pickup area. There was a man and woman talking loudly and I could hear the woman asking "What am I supposed to do now if you don't want me to come with you?" It sounded like some kind of arranged visit going very badly when I looked again at the woman. I recognized Sheri, a woman who used to work with my husband at a former job. She was clearly agitated and on the verge of crying when the man stormed off, leaving her standing there along.
I told Sara that I knew her from John's work and Sara told me that we had to help her so we walked over to her. I tapped her on the shoulder, "Sheri, it's Donna, do you need help?"
Sheri turned to look at me and began stammering, "What? Who are you? Oh Donna. I'm so stupid. What was I thinking? Oh, please just leave me alone, no one wants to talk to me." She continued her babbling as I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face me.
"Sheri, its OK. Just relax. You need to catch your breath. Let's sit down over here so that you can compose yourself," I told her to get her to calm down.
We walked her over to the seats and sat her down. I introduced her to Sara as she continued breathing deeply, lost in what to say to us. I asked if she needed me to call someone while she waited for her luggage. We offered her a ride to where she was staying, if she had someplace to go. It was then that she started sobbing and talking uncontrollably, "I don't have anyplace to go. They don't want me. I'm so stupid. What was I thinking?"
Sara looked at her, ,"Sheri, you don't have anyplace to go?"
Sheri tried to control her crying as she began to tell us her story. Interspersed with saying how stupid she was for doing this, she told us how her husband had gotten into trouble yet again and run up lawyer bills while trying to avoid jail, an effort that had been a failure. That had been the last straw for her so she decided to divorce him and let him sit in jail alone, she was tired of giving him one last chance. While doing that had solved one problem, it had caused even worse financial problems for her. Sheri then told us that a co-worker's husband was a policeman who knew someone in Florida who could help her with money.
I suspected that I knew the answer but asked anyway, "What kind of help did they try to arrange?"
Sheri went on with her story, "There is a place somewhere near here called the Red Dress Inn."
