continued...
Day 6...
"Heeyyy, yooouuu," Marni cooed, her voice soft, the words elongated as she stretched her arms above her head, trying to fully wake up.
"Hey, yourself," I replied, my voice equally soft.
I had been awake for several minutes, the first time on the trip that I woke up before her. Turning onto my side, I opened my eyes and just stared at her laying next to me, both of us naked, small red bite-marks on her breasts, courtesy of me, but the vision of her sleeping making me smile.
"You okay?" She asked, fully awake now and laying on her side, facing me.
I knew what she meant. She knew that it was my first time last night, my first time going down on a woman, she knew that and was concerned.
"If I was more okay, I'd be illegal," I answered truthfully.
"You liked it?"
"A lot."
"I'm glad."
"Not as glad as me," I replied with a chuckle, "haven't had that much fun with my clothes off in, oh, I don't know, forever?"
She just smiled.
"How 'bout I get up and fix us some coffee," I suggested.
"How 'bout I get something to eat first," She answered while crawling over me, then sliding between my legs, her lips pecking a trail from my navel towards Ms. Kitty.
"Or that...why don't we just go with that," I cooed, closing my eyes when I felt her mouth begin to suck on my 'little man'...
After our li'l bit of morning wake-up sex had been dealt with, we had quickly showered-well, quick for us, anyway-made coffee, and sat on the porch to enjoy a not-on-the-go cup of java goodness.
"Man, we haven't run a few days and I'm feeling it, feeling the need for a run," Marni said as I poured us each a refill.
"Probably not a bad idea," I agreed, nodding my head, "We could run on the road, I suppose."
"Or...or we could run on the beach," Marni suggested, "wouldn't need to run as far to get an equal amount of workout since the sand will make it a bit tougher on us."
"Barefoot?" I suggested, "Run on the hard-pack, near the water?"
Well, wet, hard-packed sand or not, running in sand is, indeed, a work-out. We ran the same route that we had walked the night before, a couple of miles out and back, those four miles seeming like we had run ten.
"Wow, that was a workout," Marni exclaimed as the two of us stood at the bottom of our stairs that led from the beach to the porch, both of us panting a bit from our run on the beach, both of us regaining control of our breathing.
It was around ten in the morning when we returned from the run and after we had stopped panting and had caught our breath, we were about to climb the stairs when a voice stopped us, causing us to look to the adjoining porch to ours, the other side of the duplex.
"That looked like a lot of work, ladies," a cheerful voice said, "How 'bout a cool glass of lemonade before you go in."
The voice belong to an attractive, older woman, with a slenderish frame, about fifty-ish, I had judged at the time. Stepping out of their sliding doors, another woman of approximately the same age and build, brought out a large pitcher of lemonade filled with ice cubes and floating lemon-halves.
"Hi girls," the second woman said in greeting, "Drag your chairs over and sit, you've earned it."
With a quick glance to each other, we both shrugged, saying, "Sure, a cool drink sounds good."
After introducing ourselves, the women did the same, easier for them since they were both named Susan. Their easy, southern drawl kept our attention, made listening to them a pleasure.
"Actually, she doesn't mind being called Susan," the salt and pepper one said with a nod to the red-haired one, "But, I prefer Sue."
Marni had returned with our deck chairs and we sat around their table and was about to take a sip of the poured glass of lemonade when Susan stopped us, asking, "You don't mind a bit of a jolt in your lemonade, I hope," her face showing a bit of snarkiness.
"Oh, wow..." Marni exclaimed, "Now, that'll give a kick-start to your motor," smiling in approval.
"Yeah, it surely does, doesn't it? Vodka is so versatile," Sue agreed smilingly, my head nodding in agreement after I took a sip, following the sip with a longer pull.
Turned out, the two were from New Orleans and actually owned the duplex, renting it out when they had no plans to use it.
"Gulf Shores is a short drive of a couple of hours for us," Sue explained, "and we so love getting out of the city and hitting the beach that when this place became available, we just had to buy it."
"Slyvia had said there would be someone arriving tomorrow, Friday," I remarked, "Kinda' surprised us that y'all were here today."
"Ah well, best laid plans and all that," Susan answered, "Turns out we have to be back in New Orleans Sunday night because of an early Monday morning business meeting, so we snuck out of town early."
Susan turned out to be the wit of the duo, regaling us with 'dirty' jokes, and comical remarks about most everything in life.
"You two are a hoot," Marni said as we were catching our breath from the gut-busting laughter at the latest of risque jokes Susan had just told.
We had finished the first pitcher of drink and was working on the second, all four of us feeling a bit of a buzz from the Vodka and Lemonade concoction.
They were simply enthralled with our tale of how it came to be that we drove almost three thousand miles because of a thrown dart, they thought that to be one of the best stories they had ever heard.
Nearing noon, now, we excused ourselves so that we could hit the shower before running out for a bite to eat.
"Well, enjoy your day ladies," Susan said, and with her face showing an afterthought, she added, "We were going to grill up a couple of steaks and baked potatoes for supper tonight...would y'all like to join us?"
Marni and I looked at each other for a quick second, shrugged a 'why not?' shrug, accepting their kind invitation. With a final goodbye, we returned the chairs to our porch, going in to shower afterwards.
I was standing just inside of the patio doors of the bedroom, naked as a newborn, staring out of the sliding screen doors to the water and beach when Marni said, "What's up, chickadee? You seem pensive."
"How would you feel if, instead of going out for lunch, we fix sandwiches and start working on tanning our lily-white bodies?" I asked.
Not many opportunities to 'tan' when one lives in the Northwestern United States.
"You know what?" She answered, joining me in looking at the inviting beach, "I think that is a capital idea," faking a British accent.
Giggling like school girls, we each picked somewhat revealing two-piece suits and, gathering some towels and lotion, we descended the stairs to the beach. Walking out from the parking area under the duplex, the two Susans, each carrying a lounging beach-chair appeared as we stepped onto the sand.
"Change of plans?" Sue asked with a smile.
"Yeah, thought we'd work on browning up a bit," I smilingly replied, "Lay on the beach and tan, maybe a bit of swimming."
