This is a work of fiction. The characters presented in this are entirely made up and not based on anyone living, dead or from a galaxy far far away. Any similarities to actual people or situations is a damn shame.
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Helen Warren was looking at herself in the mirror, not thrilled with what she was seeing. Pushing her breasts up, she couldn't help but think dismissively.
"Stupid gravity."
That's one of the things you have to put up with when you get older and have large breasts. It wouldn't be so bad if she didn't have the little extra thickness around her middle. She still considered herself to have a pleasant hourglass figure and was in good shape compared to most of her friends near her age. Still, she would have liked to have her twenty year old body back.
She always did love her red hair and now that she had to occasionally color it to hide the grey, she always got as close to her natural color as possible. Her pale skin and freckles was another matter. She felt she looked like someone who kept themselves locked indoors even though she loved being outside as much as possible. She learned long ago to cover up or soak in sun block.
At that point, Rick entered the bathroom. Walking up behind her he gave her ass a quick pat and said, "Can't wait to see you on that beach birthday girl."
Smiling she replied, "Don't know about that, I'm thinking of several things involving the bedroom. And don't remind me."
Giving her bottom a squeeze he replied, "Either way I think I come out the winner. And besides, you don't look a day over thirty nine."
"Hey" she said playfully elbowing Rick, "I'm not the big 'four oh' for another couple of days."
He picked up the suitcases by the closet door as Helen grabbed her usual travel apparel.
Rick watched then said, "Why don't you wear your new swimsuit young lady?"
Grabbing the black suit from off the counter she considered it, and then figured, why not. Sure, normally, she wouldn't wear it for a car trip, but since they were heading for the beach she said, "why not?"
After all they were going to the beach, and this one did provide excellent breast support even if it was a lower cut than she was used to. It wasn't hard to guess why he wanted her to wear it. She did have a wrap to wear over it in case they needed to stop or get out for any reason, other than the beach.
Locking the house, they got into the car and hit the road. They had several hours of driving ahead of them, but it would all be worth it when they got to their beach house.
As they drove, they talked off and on. At one point Rick mentioned that a convertible would be great for just such a drive.
"And you know if you want to complete the mid-life crisis look, you can also get a gold medallion and wear your shirts unbuttoned and open."
Smiling he replied, "Don't forget the perm."
Both laughed as they continued chit chatting.
By the time they arrived, checked in and unpacked the car, neither felt like going to the grocery store or cooking anything so they opted to order a pizza. Fortunately, they had some wine so they could start relaxing before the food arrived. As they unloaded the car they noticed several young men hanging around the front of the beach house next door. They gave each other a resigned look hoping they wouldn't be too rowdy.
After dinner, they snuggled on the couch and listened to some music. Rick quickly dozed off. Feeling energized Helen decided to take a walk and enjoy the fresh air. The sidewalk was well lit so she walked a good distance before she felt her energy begin to drain. Heading back to their beach house she turned up the walk towards the door and inserted her key only to find it did not work.
Realizing she was at the wrong place she turned around and began walking away, but was distracted by some voices and laughing coming from the other side of the house. Curious, she walked around the house and saw three young men sitting on a railing with their backs to her, drinking beer and smoking. Normally, she detested the smell of cigarettes, but on evenings like this she felt her old cravings claw their way to the surface. Hidden by the shadow of her house she edged closer to have a look.
They talked about going surfing tomorrow and perhaps hitting the town after to see if they could find some excitement. After a few minutes, Helen yawned and realized she was eavesdropping. As she turned and headed towards her house she heard a new voice speak up.
"Hey, did you see the hottie that arrived here earlier?"
"Which one?" Said another.
"The red head next door."
Helen's eyes opened wide and she froze in her tracks. He couldn't be talking about her? She backed further into the shadow and strained to get a look at the speaker, but there were bushes and bodies in the way.
"Oh, yeah" came a third voice. "She was ok, but she is so lovey dovey with her husband or whoever, you'd do better to find a tree with a good knothole than waste your time."
"No way man" came the first voice. "That rack was just screaming for my dick."
At this point Helens heart was thumping and any fatigue had disappeared.
"Dude, I think you'd better find someone else or you're going to have a shitty week." Came the second voice again.
"Nah man, she has everything, red hair, fair skin. And did I mention the rack you can bury your face in. Also, she has the perfect hour glass figure."
"Whatever dude" came another voice. "I'm getting a beer and seeing if there is anything going on down the beach."
This was followed by a chorus of agreements and a herding into the house.
Standing in the shadows for several minutes she couldn't believe what she heard. Was some young buff guy speaking about her in such a way? Either way she was so incredibly aroused a stiff wind was liable to push her into the waves of ecstasy.
She crept back to her house. Entering, she saw Rick sitting on the couch with two full wine glasses on the coffee table.
"Hey babe, been waiting for you."
She flew into his arms and began kissing him while removing his pants at the same time.
It didn't take much to get the idea and he began assist.
Pushing him back to the couch, she climbed on top of Rick and began kissing and licking her way down. When she got to his pubic area, she began kissing and fondling his semi hard cock. A few years ago it would have been at full attention. Now, with a little wine and being tired from a long drive it could be hit or miss.
Working on him, he stroked her hair as she worked on waking up his member.
As she worked on him, he seemed to get softer. Her mouth was starting to tire so she looked up and saw his eyes were closed. Rolling her eyes, she gave up and went into the bedroom and was quickly able to extinguish the fire between her legs with her fingers.
The next morning, he apologized for falling asleep on her and promised to make it up during the rest of their trip. "I will hold you to that!" She said in mock anger.
"Ya' know, while I was out last night, I think some young guys were giving me the look over treatment." She said to see how Rick would reply.
"As long as that's all they do." Rick said with feigning jealousy. "After all, you're private stock."
Looking at her husband with an insincere smile she said. "Oh sweetie. I love it when you dehumanize me and equate me with personal property."
He winked at her while she snuggled up against him and closed her eyes.
A little later they went to the beach with chairs and an umbrella. Helen couldn't help but glance towards the house next door a few times. Finding nice spot, they set up and sat down to relax for a few hours. As per routine she drenched herself in sun block.
Helen had her book, but couldn't focus on it. Instead, she watched the surfers' way out in the distance. She also would look at the beach volleyball game that was going on not too far away, admiring the hard bodies of the young men and women. She also continued to think about what she heard while eavesdropping on their neighbors.
After a few hours, they headed back to the beach house to have some leftover pizza then decide what to do for the rest of the day and week. They chose items like a hike through the historic town center, a beach cruise, a couple of concerts and much more laying on the beach along with alone time inside.
One thing that Rick wanted to do that Helen wasn't too keen on was going deep sea fishing. The last time she tried she got horribly seasick even after taking seasickness medicine. She did love fresh grilled fish so they decided that the day after tomorrow would be the best day for fishing. Since it would be an all day event, she'd go into town and hit the craft stores, then spend most of the rest of the time on the beach with her book.
The next day, they took the short coastline cruise which was almost too much for Helen, but she was able to make it without losing her breakfast. After getting back to the beach house, she took a long nap until their evening concert.
The next morning, they were up early as Rick grabbed his ticket hat and sun screen. Helen decided to sit on their deck and watch the sun come up over the water. It was a little chilly for her black swimsuit, so she put on one of the courtesy robes and had a cup of coffee. After the sun showed itself and gave her enough light, she picked up her book and got lost in her reading.
Hearing something and seeing movement out of the corner of her eye she turned and was surprised to see a young man standing by the deck railing.
"Oh...hello" she said.
"Hi neighbor." He said smiling. "I couldn't help but smell the coffee, and since we're out I was wondering if you might have some to spare."
"Sure" she said not having been able to push the young men out of her mind since their first night. "How much do y'all need?"
"I'll ask the guys" he replied and headed back to his beach house. Helen couldn't help but watch as he jogged back to his place. "Wow" she thought. He was incredibly hot. She didn't recognize if he was the one who was talking about putting his cock between her breasts but if he was she figured he just needed glasses.
She was also a little surprised at how dark he was. He appeared to be of mixed heritage which, to be honest, Helen always thought were the hottest people on earth. She'd give anything to have just a touch of his dark skin then she could worry less about burning when outside.
He quickly returned and this time came around and up on her deck. She got a really good view of him and was glad she had her sunglasses on otherwise her eyes might have jumped out of her head like a cartoon character.
"Never mind. They're going to do their own things this morning and get some when they head out" he said.
"Ok" she replied. "If you want some, I have plenty."
"Sure" he said smiling.
She got up and he followed her into the kitchen area. A little surprised and nervous, she got a mug, filled it and handed it to him as he sat on the barstool by the counter.
"So, what are you guys doing today?" He asked pleasantly.
"Well, my husband went deep fishing so I have the day to myself. Then when he returns we'll celebrate my actual birthday."
