After 30 years of ups and downs as a married couple, my wife Anne and I had decided that we deserved a special vacation to celebrate our anniversary. After weeks of talk and research we finally settled on the Dominican Republic as our destination and we found the perfect resort on the eastern shore of the island. The hotel we picked was the flagship of a four hotel complex that offered a wide array of restaurants and night life, all available for our use at an all inclusive price. Best yet, Anne and I loved the beach and the beach at this resort was know to be world class.
The day of the trip we had flown to Atlanta from Newark and were waiting in line to board our second plane to the Dominican Republic. As Anne and I stood in line, my eyes fell on a woman just ahead of us. I had noticed her earlier sitting with her husband, and our eyes had connected briefly. She and her husband looked to be a good ten years younger than us. She was pretty, in a soccer mom kind of way, and I remember thinking to myself, "now that's a mother I would love to fuck." As we stood in line to board, she turned around to look to see if her husband was coming and she noticed me looking at her again. I smiled at her and she smiled back. It was all innocent and if Anne noticed I doubt she thought anything of it.
I didn't really think about her again until after we had landed in the Dominican Republic. As Anne and I were being herded through Customs I spotted her in a different line, some distance away, and I swear she was looking directly at me. There had to have been hundreds of travelers there, but she had picked me and it was quite flattering. She smiled at me again and I started to return the gesture when Anne interrupted the moment by asking me questions about the Customs forms we were filling out.
We made it through Customs fine and went off to find our baggage, all the while my new friend and I seemed to be having a little game of harmless flirtation going on. It was subtle and I don't think anyone noticed but us, including our spouses. She and her husband located their suitcases much faster than us and that's when I finally lost her.
Anne and I took a shuttle bus to the resort and, after check in and orientation, we found ourselves standing in an amazing hotel room. The bedroom was beautiful and the bed was enormous, and after a "finally we're here" kiss, I impulsively tried to guide her to it. It was late afternoon, however, and Anne wanted to see the beach in the worst way. I suggested we pull out our bathing suits and unpack the rest after a visit to the beach.
Anne had packed our suits where they were easy to get to and soon she was stripping off her travel clothes. At 53, Anne had grown more attractive to me than ever. Her dark, brown hair fell just below the top of her shoulders and formed a natural frame around her pretty face. Her soft full lips and her pretty brown eyes always drew my attention, and the attention of other men too, although I doubt she ever realized it. At 5'6" and 155 pounds, she was no fashion model. She was definitely developing a little bit of a belly on her medium frame, but she carried it well. Her breasts were just the right size to cup in your hands around, and her hips, perfect round ass and smooth, sexy legs all helped her look great in a bathing suit.
We spent an hour or so on the beach, which was indeed world class as promised. I brought the camera and got some great shots of the ocean, the beach, and of Anne. The lighting was perfect in the late afternoon sun and I wanted to take a few more, but it was getting late and we were both pretty hungry so we returned to our room, unpacked and dressed for dinner.
At this resort you are assigned a table for your stay for dinner in the hotel restaurant. There's no obligation to eat there - there are several other choices on the complex - but if you do eat there you are assured of having the same waiter or waitress throughout your stay. Of course other people would be assigned to your table, but there was a good chance they'd eat elsewhere or at a different time. It looked as though we were going to have the table to ourselves.
I had just finished going through the buffet line and was headed back to our table when I noticed Anne, who was ahead of me, talking to a man and a woman who looked familiar. They had been seated at our table. I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized it was the same couple from the airplane. My first impulse was to hide but, of course, I knew I had to go over and introduce myself.
I soon discovered that I had nothing to worry about. Other than a hand shake that lingered a little longer than necessary, both my airport friend and I played it cool. Her name was Sarah and her husband's name was Dan and we soon discovered that we had much in common.
Dan and Sarah were both teachers, as was my wife. Dan taught high school Honors English and my wife taught high school AP Math. Sarah taught fifth grade. It turned out we both had daughters, their two still in elementary school, two of ours in high school and a third in college.
We also discovered that Dan had grown up in the same city as my wife and they had actually gone to the same high school, though several years apart. While Dan and my wife talked about teachers and places they both remembered, Sarah seemed fascinated to learn that I owned a small book store. She pumped me with questions, occasionally putting her hand on my wrist to emphasize a comment.
In hindsight I would say that Anne was quite taken by Dan. He was pretty good looking, about 6' tall, perhaps 180 pounds, definitely a man who worked out. His brown hair and brown eyes contrasted my blond and blue. He had that "Jim Halpert" from "The Office" look that I knew Anne found sexy. More than that, he was very easy to talk to and Anne loved to talk.