(c) 2003 by Jennifer O'Donnell
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We arrived at the marina. All day Steve acted like he knew where we were going. I wasn't that confident in Steve. This year has been hard on us finically, so when Steve came up with the free vacation plan, I listened. Any other year, I would tell Steve he was nuts. However, we needed a vacation and how bad could it be? After all this was Steve's idea and being a "hotwife" has been a topic for Steve's erotic conversations.
All of a sudden this stud walks out of the marina store. He wore his brown hair shoulder length. He had this confidence that radiated from him. Oh no, he's walking this way. Ok girl hold it together. All of a sudden I wasn't sure I could speak. Closer he comes my way. I can do it, or play a bitch, this way he won't know I'm attracted to him. I cross my arms to hide my hard nipples.
Closer and closer, he's now ten yards away from us. Steve walks up to him and the two shake hands. They start to talk but I'm a little too far away to hear them. Steve calls me over. He extends his hand, shit should I shake it or play the complete bitch? Can't do that, I reach my hand out. His hands are tough from working. He smiles, oh man he's a stud.
Mike gets into the boat. Steve follows, jumps in trying to be macho. Mike stands up offering me his hand. What a gentleman, I step into his boat. After we take a seat, Mike starts his boat. Wow, no words can describe this. The deep blue water, wind brushing through my hair, and I can taste the ocean on my lips.
We leave the marina going slow and follow some sort of channel. Once we turn towards the ocean Mike hits up the engines. If he only knows how much he started my engines. Sounds clichΓ© but it's the truth. Steve has talked about this, but I never thought I would enjoy this. Now, I'm impatiently wanting.
The ride was fairly short. I enjoyed the view of the area as well as the view of Mike. He is very easy on the eyes. We even got to see some dolphins jumping out of the water, chasing smaller fish for lunch. The breeze and my excitement have my nipples hard. Oh no, Mike is turning around to see if I'm ok. Should I cover my nipples or let him see how much he excites me? I give up, let him look. I want him to see me as know what I'm feeling without saying a word over the loud motors. He winks at me. My smile confirms my attraction.
As soon as we arrive at the island, Mike points out his house. It's a lovely three-story stilt home. From the dockside we can see he has a wonderful view of the water and passing boaters. We walk up to his house on round garden stones placed just the right distance apart so we don't loose our footing. Mike's yard is well landscaped. I'm impressed. The flowers add a wonderful aroma to the salt water mist.
As we walk in Mike's house, we are greeted by a young woman all dressed up and ready to serve us anything we want. She takes my sweater and purse as well as Steve and Mike's hats and places them on a coat rack beside the back door. We step out of our sandy shoes and onto his fine wood floors. He has a fireplace built in stone with a mantle covered in awards from his boating races. The ceilings are at least 14 feet high and with all the solar panels, it's well lit without additional lighting needed. All in all, this is the most beautiful home I've seen in a very long time.
The maid quickly asks us for our drink preferences are and slips away to fix them for us. Mike comments that she picked up some supplies for the weekend along with some awesome steaks for tonight. The house is open and I can still taste the ocean mist on my lips. Mike jesters us to sit anywhere we want to and to make his home ours.
Mike takes off his shirt while Steve and I look around some more. When I turn to say something to Mike, his bulging muscles take my breath away as well as my thoughts. Man what a hunk! Mike steps out to start the grill. Our drinks arrive and Steve and I step outside also.
The day has been so wonderful and it looks like another beautiful evening. I can hardly take my eyes off Mike. He is so well built but not conceited about it. He carries himself with a lot of confidence. I wish Steve we're more like that sometimes. Oh don't get me wrong, I love Steve dearly, but Mike has my attention this evening. With the glow of the fire in his eyes and the stars in mine, I wonder if he knows where my burning urge really is right now.
Mike excuses himself, giving us the rest of the night together. We walk around a little checking everything out. What a special feeling this house, so close to nature. I listen to the sounds from the ocean, the beat and rhythm from the waves crashing into the beach.
I awake to "sucks to be us day." Everything is perfect, the fresh air gingerly blowing through the house. Now it's my turn to tease him. At least offer Mike some eye candy. I step into my little bikini bottom and then tie on my top. I love this suit, the top is thin like it's not there. When I was younger, this was the top easiest to flash in. I would grab the sides and pull aside exposing my flesh to hungry men.