It had been a long summer, with lots of too hot weather and chores around the house that never seemed to end. On top of that, we decided to move from one city to another, which at our stage of life (a little older) meant sorting through years of accumulated "stuff". In the end, we just needed a break.
I decided it was time for a treat, and given how much money we were saving in the long run with our move to a cheaper locale, it was time to splurge. I told Evette that we were treating ourselves to a 3-night mini-vacation at the beach -- Malibu no less and oceanfront to make it perfect. Needless to say, I got no objection from her, other than to remind me that I still had to finish unboxing my bedroom boxes.
It was several weeks of waiting before we had the house mid-week. With all the fires in California this summer, we were a bit worried that the skies would be smoky and the sun a mere illusion. Instead, when we finally arrived, the sun was shining, and the beach was better than we had expected. And the house, while a small cottage oceanfront, was perfect for the two of us. We couldn't have relaxed faster.
We thought we would be pretty much alone, mid-week at the beach. And we were...mostly. We checked in a little early and quickly took our clothes off to enjoy the balcony overlooking the waves. Tides have gotten high in Malibu over the years and this particular house is literally right above the water, with waves at mid and high tide crashing against the foundation of the house. It makes for a loud but soothing sound.
We had been enjoying both the view and the sound for nearly an hour when we finally discovered that we weren't the only people around. First, we heard the sound of work being done, the hammering that could be heard only occasionally above the sound of the ocean. And then the concrete cutter kicked in, with a screeching sound that was louder than a jet taking off from SFO.
"Crap!" Evette yelled. "What in the hell is that?"
"Well, it's right next door. Let me look," I quickly replied, hoping that this intrusion wouldn't destroy our developing mellow. I walked to the right edge of our deck and looked around. Almost directly below us was a worker, hunched over a concrete saw, cutting into what appeared to be our immediate neighbor's walkway. I pulled back when I saw him, thinking it best not to terrify a man with a power saw with my naked presence.
"Bad news...It's next door. Good news...he looks like someone you might enjoy..." I smiled as I said the last line, because I knew it was true. Evette enjoys a single guy from time to time, letting me indulge my own sexual interest in watching her with someone else, while playing with her as well. It never happens as much as I secretly hope, but enough that I know that it always remains a possibility.
"Let me see for myself then," she declared immediately. As she strode to the side of the balcony for her own view, I reminded her that she was as naked as I. She looked back at me as she passed and gave me that wicked look that always tells me "game on". She marched to the wood railing and looked over and down to see the worker herself. Not entirely surprising, I heard her shout "Are you going to be doing that for long? If so, I need to turn the music up very loud."
I couldn't really hear what he said clearly, but I could tell that he could see a filtered view of her naked body, a sexy body that she keeps in immaculate shape, as she looked down to the walk way. After listening to him briefly reply to her, she said, "Ok. Thanks. Hope to see you around."
She came back to our lounge chairs with a huge grin on her face. "God, he's so hot and I think that was an Australian accent."
"Well, what did he say and how did he react to you leaning over naked like that?"
"Ha! He didn't answer right away, but eventually managed to say that the sawing would be done in a few minutes but that he had to work on some of the decking in the next few days with an occasional hammering. He promised to be as quiet as possible." She giggled after she said this and then looked at me and said, "Speaking of hammering, this might be even more fun than we thought..."
The rest of the afternoon went quickly. We saw the handyman several times as he did some minor work on the top deck of the next house, the same level that Evette was using as a sun deck. When he was working there, Evette was a bit more modest than usual, slowly covering most of her private parts with a towel. But she remained mostly topless through the resulting erotic day. Toward the end of the afternoon, she excused herself and went inside the house, only to emerge wearing the bottom half of the skimpiest bikini she (or anyone) owns. Now fully and unabashedly topless, she looked even sexier than when she was naked and being careful.
"Well, if that doesn't get his attention," I noted, "nothing else will. Of course, I suppose he could be gay."
"Definitely not gay. I could tell by the way his jeans filled up and his eyes perked up earlier today that he is totally into women," she replied with a confidence that exuded sexual comfort.
Evette and I have been in the lifestyle for several years. We actually started with MFM threesomes, designed to trigger my sexual interest in watching and participating with another guy in giving her pleasure. And for Evette it was a twofer: she knew it turned me on to watch her with another man and she got the attention of two horny guys all to herself. What's not to like?
But there had been only a handful of times in which we had spontaneously "picked up" a stranger. It's not always easy to get the seduction or transition to work. In the case of our handyman friend, Evette still had a lot of work to do.
The day ended with no further interaction between the two of them. He ended his day and cleaned up his work area. Evette was still on the deck catching the last afternoon sun and finishing her second glass of rose when he briefly walked by on the adjoining deck. "Perhaps I'll see you tomorrow," he said as much a statement as a question. "I certainly hope so," Evette quickly replied. "We'll be around. Maybe we can offer you some refreshment tomorrow afternoon. You work hard, and it seems like tomorrow may be a hot day."
Of course, we had great sex that night. The sea air, the relaxation that a short break brings, but especially the sexual tease of the day with the handyman lead to a late night intensive fucking session. We started slowly, but increased the speed of our interaction as I quizzed her about the handyman. "What would you like him to do to you tomorrow? Will you seduce him? Will you offer to give him a true break? Maybe a blowjob? Maybe more?" The more that I talked, the hotter she got. She moaned, she agreed, she told me that she wanted to suck his cock and fuck him on the deck in the sunshine. Her orgasms started early and kept going as we had sex in every position we could imagine.
When we were done, we both laughed softly, recognizing how much of our passion had wrapped itself around what might happen the next day. We both knew after many years of experience that the chances of something happening were actually quite small. But we both wanted it to happen so...who knew?
The next morning started off innocently enough. The sun was rising behind the low clouds of the West Coast beach haze. The waves were set at a lower tide but still provided the background soundtrack of a day at the beach. Evette always sleeps an hour or so longer than I do, so I have time to reflect on my life, but...much more important, the upcoming tease of our nearby handyman.
Evette finally emerged from our room below at about 8 wearing only a white t-shirt that left almost nothing to the imagination. She is a lovely morning companion. We softly murmured to each other and shared our separate morning rituals of coffee and online reading. We could hear some soft sounds of our friendly handyman beginning his day, but he was still working out of sight and we were still waking up to the day.
Much of the morning passed uneventfully. We hung out both inside and out, watching the waves and seagulls, both wondering what would come next.
Just before noon, Evette put on her skimpy bikini bottom and a sheer see through, nearly non-existent top and moved herself to a lounge chair on the top deck. I was inside, out of the sun but in a chair that gave me great view of the deck, Evette and the ocean. The sun was nearly perfect, clear skies with a light breeze. She was reading a new novel on the NYTimes Best Seller list, the cover of which was apparently viewable from the deck of the next-door home. As the handyman came onto the deck, he spotted Evette and gave her a quick glance before taking in the sight more deeply. He paused and then said, "I just finished that book last week. Are you enjoying it?"
Evette looked up, aware of how exposed she was, and smiled deeply. "I'm loving it. I just started it yesterday, but I'm already halfway through. Great characters." Then she added again smiling, "Nothing sexier than a well-read guy wearing a tool belt."
He laughed at that and quipped, "There is nothing sexier than a lady in a swimsuit reading a great book." With that, he smiled and started to turn away. Quickly before he could leave, Evette called out, "Hey, would you like to come over in a little while and have some ice tea? You look like you could use a break sometime soon."
He smiled and nodded. "Great idea. I'll hop over the rail in an hour or so. My name is Josh, by the way? You're?"
