Thank you for selecting my story to read. I'm Robin, a mature, bi woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, sometimes very submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature Black women, I hope you will like my stories and comment on what you enjoyed and perhaps didn't.
My Outer Banks series is the story of my life with Marjorie, a new love. The most recent story in this series, 'Outer Banks -- Road Trip 4' was published in June of 2023. You will find this new story, 'Outer Banks -- Escape to Florida' more enjoyable I think if you read 'Outer Banks -- Road Trip 4' first.
Outer Banks -- Escape to Florida
After three weeks of talking trying to understand what happened, Marjorie and I were no closer to agreeing on how we could go forward with our changed relationship. She did not leave me, but I was discouraged when some evenings she would not return home after going out with Charles. He in turn seemed to show no interest in me. I decided for both of us. It was over.
I talked to my friend Nishi, and she suggested I visit for a while as the dust settles and Marjorie moves out.
As the fourth week begins, I'm in my car headed south to Nishi's home in Florida.
When I arrive in Venice I drive through my old neighborhood and by my old house. A short walk on the beach and as I leave, I see the sign. "For Sale -- by Owner" in front of the house I sold to that nice young couple only two years ago. In the Venice Marina Coffee Shop, I call Mary my now retired business partner, yes, the same woman whose family sold me the Outer Banks cottages. She is now, in retirement, a financial planner and money manager, my money manager. I ask her to inquire discreetly about my old house. I tell her I want it back if possible. We spend some time talking about my current situation with Marjorie and she promises to look into the house for me and make it happen if possible. Mary has my power of attorney and controls the Trust the Outer Banks cottages, and all my other property and investments are in. I tell her to offer more than they paid me if necessary. I want that house back!
I then call Stephanie, my Outer Banks property manager and while telling her as little as possible, I ask her to contract with someone to go into my cottage and remove all my personal things and put them in storage. There isn't much, but I give her a list. I ask her to wait one week and then change the locks on both cottages and prepare them for rental.
I then, without giving it the thought I should have, send a text to Marjorie telling her I will remain in Florida for a while and that I have instructed Stephanie to list both cottages available for rent starting at the beginning of next month.
As I leave the Marina and begin to drive to Nishi's I hear a bing from my phone, a message from Marjorie. She cannot call me; I have blocked her number from direct calls. The message is simple, "Rob don't do this. I love you. Give it a chance. Please call me. Talk to me. Please!"
I do not answer her text but as I drive, I realize that this is my fault. I can't change how I feel. I can't change or easily put aside my past. The memory of my deceased wife Beth and the many times she put a man, any man, and her need for his cock, before me is too real and an open wound that may never heal. When I saw Marjorie with Charles and even though I was naked in the same bed with them, I saw Beth "cheating" on me. I was not really there for either of them at that moment.
In a very similar way, years ago, I watched my pregnant best friend fucking my husband, now ex-husband, not realizing it was his baby she carried.
Yes, I understood that I needed time, time to understand why I felt this was different than just another threesome. Time to understand why I couldn't bear to have her love another, in the same way, she said she loved me.
I have known Nishi for a very long time, and she knows how my world has been rocked by all of this. It all happened so quickly. I think she understands and has told me that she always felt that I am a bi-sexual in sex but a Lesbian in love and that is more than ever starting to make sense to me. Her solution is, as expected; tea, long walks, silently holding hands, baths, Tai chi, and of course, sex.
When I arrive, at about 6:00 p.m., she is waiting, and I park my car under her house. Nishi lives on the beach just North of Venice, on the west coast of Florida. She helps me cover my car to protect it from blowing sand. All the while, we exchange meaningless chit-chat; how was the drive from Outer Banks, blah blah blah.
Upstairs on the deck overlooking the ocean, tea awaits. Tea with Nishi is a ceremony and a chance to talk. I have not seen her in a long time so there is much to catch up on forl both of us. As the sun begins to set, I have told her everything, I think, about my situation with Marjorie and Charles.
Nishi knows me. She knows I just need time and some help cleansing my mind so I can go home and begin again, perhaps with Marjorie, perhaps without her. She takes me by the hand and suggests she has made dinner, but we should walk the beach and experience the sunset before dinner.
She leads me back into her bedroom. Without asking and without a word, she begins removing my clothing. Her hands are warm, and she touches me sensually as she exposes my body. Her hands find my breasts, gently cupping them and then brushing my nipples with the backs of her fingers. Those same fingers between my legs touch my vagina and run up through my butt crack across my rim, to my waist.
Nishi reaches for and hands me a short white silk robe. It reaches mid-thigh and is cool and feels light on my shoulders. It feels sexy and right then I need to feel sexy. She looks at me and says, "Wear this tonight, I always wear it when I am troubled."