"What about those two? They look positively scrumptious," Dani whispered to me as we took in the warm Caribbean sunrays, lounging on the beach of our resort in our cabana chairs. Those 'two' were a couple of college-aged guys with ripped abs, bulging speedos and most certainly, cougar-worthy.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," I replied with a yawn, knowing that it was 'tequila-talk' from Dani. All mouth and brag but not ballsy enough to 'really' do it, to 'really' shag some young, twenty-something stud-muffin and fuck his brains out.
She would never.
But I would.
I have.
Not bragging, just stating truth.
Dani and I have been friends for a couple of years, meeting through a chance pairing in the Women's Golf League we belonged to. We fell into a fast friendship and this was the second of a 'gals-only' trip that we plan on making a regular 'thing'.
"You don't think I would, do you?" She challenged back in response.
"Nope. All talk, Dani, all talk," I threw back at her with a chuckle.
"Would you?" She asked seriously.
"Probably."
No sense in lying, Dani knew of my past indiscretions, of my occasional forays into Cheatersville. She also knew I was a switch-hitter, loving good pussy as much as I loved good cock.
In fact, truth be told, early on in our friendship I entertained some thoughts of getting into her pants. I thought it but never sensed vibes that she'd welcome me trying. In the end, I lusted a bit but did nothing.
As I said, we were close friends and have bared our souls to each other.
"Well, get me drunk enough on this trip, I might even fuck you," She retorted, complete with her own little derisive snort.
Turning my head towards her, I looked at her over the top of my sunglasses for a heartbeat, wondering if she was serious, or just teasing me.
"Don't let your mouth write a check you can't cash," I cautioned her, but my evil twin was already salivating over the thought of getting into her pants.
All she did was smile.
Huh!
The warm water from the massive shower head embraced my body as I slowly soaped myself while thinking about what Dani had said earlier, on the beach.
Lord knows I'd between her legs in a second if I could. She's about six years younger than my forty-five years, well-proportioned, smallish boobs but with large, thick nips. First time I saw her naked when we hot-tubbed one night while the hubbies were away on business, I thought I'd cream right then and there.
Her marriage, like mine, was stable but boring. Big difference between us was that I'd do something every once a while for myself and get me some strange, pussy or cock, whatever. I'm an equal opportunity cheating wife.
Not Dani, though.
No, she'd play like she would and talk about it, joke about it but when push came to shove, she always just masturbated her frustrations away, at least for a while.
"You almost finished in there? I'd like to clean up before we go out to dinner," Dani's voice snapping me out of my reveries.
"Give me a couple more minutes and its all yours," I answered, hurrying to finish up.
Hearing the shower stop, Dani came into the large bathroom stripped and ready for the water. Stepping aside, I slowly dried myself while she and I chit-chatted as she showered.
"You look good for an old broad," Dani teased as she eyed me appreciatively, never letting me forget that I was older but not in a bad way.
Didn't bother me, I'm not one of 'those'.
I worked hard to stay in shape and wasn't ashamed of my figure in the slightest. Several younger gals and guys out there would agree with me on that.
"Keep sweet-talking me like that and I just might have to take you up on your offer to fuck you," I teased back.
"I didn't say I would...I said I might," corrected Dani.
"Well, not yet you haven't," I threw back, walking out of the bathroom to slip into a beach dress for dinner.
We both decided on the buffet for dinner, both of us liking the exotic dishes and choices. We each had a couple of Red Stripes with our meal, taking our time, gab-festing the night away.
"Want to get something stronger than beer for a nightcap?" Dani asked as we exited the restaurant into the warm, night air.
"How bout the pool bar by our room, its quiet at night and close enough that we could stumble home," I suggested.
"Capital idea," Dani agreed and into that warm, tropical night we went, arm in arm.
We got hammered! Well, 'almost' hammered. Had we stayed another hour, it probably would've happened.
But, what happen is this...
"No mas," Dani slurred, grimacing as the Patron slid down her throat. That was her fourth. I was nursing my second.
Hey, not my first rodeo with Tequila.
"Want a drink to take back to the room?" Dani asked, standing with just a 'wee' bit of a wobble.
"No, I'm good sweetie and, really, so are you," I said softly so only she could hear, "besides, I thought we were going to smoke the ganja we got from the beach dude," placing a steadying hand to her arm without making a 'big deal' of it.
"Oooooh, yeahhh...forgot about that. Well, okay then, lead the way lady," Dani smilingly replied, letting me lead her out of the opened bar and back to our room.
"Here, drink some ice water," I said, handing Dani the glass, "I'll go roll us a joint."
We were sitting on our covered patio that looked down to a tropical garden, glowing with subtle lighting in the right places. Our patio light was off, a soft glow from an inside lamp the only illumination.
Judging by the silence on either side of our patio, the adjoining rooms were not at home. Pulling her chair closer to mine, I fired up a 'fat boy', took a huge hit, passing it on to Dani.
Both of us were still in our beach dresses, spaghetti-strapped, loose and flowing, the type you'd wear over a bathing suit. Neither of us bothered with bras, choosing bikini briefs as our underwear of choice.
We smoked in silence, the liquor, the warm tropical setting and, yes, the ganja, mixing together like a good gumbo, filling all the senses with pleasantries.
"I'm cooked," Dani pronounced.
