My mind was in a fog as I walked down the sidewalk along Fort Lauderdale Beach BLVD. I could hear my flip flops slapping against my heels as I moved with a hurried pace to my destination. My heart pounded in my chest, both from exertion and nerves. The salt in the air mixed with the scent of Australian Gold tanning oil. For a moment, the smell almost pulled me out of my trance, but then I remembered that I needed to get to the CVS and hurry back to my hotel.
I couldn't afford any distractions. Time was of the essence.
"Focus...focus!" I chided myself.
My lungs burned and my muscles ached. My shins felt like they were having the muscle shredded from the bone from trying to walk at such a brisk pace without actually running. At last, I made it to my first stop.
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My wife Vanessa and I were staying at the Bahia Mar on Fort Lauderdale Beach for Spring Break. Our kids were with their grandparents for the week and we were lucky enough to be able to get away for a long weekend. I loved visiting Fort Lauderdale for work, or as I often called it, Fort Liquordale. Whenever work took me there, I'd come home and regale my wife with stories about dive bars like the Elbo Room.
Vanessa had never been, but was excited to get away and spend some relaxing time on the beach.
"Liqordale isn't really a relax on the beach kinda place," I'd tell her. "It's going to be packed with Spring Breakers and the hotel will be pretty loud until all the kids go hit the bars and clubs."
I called the Spring Breakers kids, but in reality we were only 10 years removed from college ourselves and had just recently reached our 30s. In fact, we were both in better shape than we were in our college days.
I went to the gym about 3 days a week, mostly just so I could drink beer without getting fat. Vanessa, however, really got into crossfit and got absolutely shredded. At only 5'2", she wasn't very imposing with her height, but she definitely intimidated other women and even some men at the gym.
She had long dark hair, an olive complexion, perfect skin, fabulous 32DD breasts, and ever since she had gotten into crossfit, her legs and ass were exquisite. She was definitely a rock hard specimen. Vanessa was fairly conservative, but when she wanted to turn it on, she could have every man and woman's attention.
Me on the other hand, I'm 6 foot and 180 pounds. I have an athletic build, but I enjoy stuffed crust pizza and BBQ more than I want six-pack abs. I wouldn't say I have a "dad-bod," but I'm also not winning any fitness competitions. I tell people that I work out so I can eat cake.
Vacations without the kids were always a treat. Vanessa had several dresses and bathing suits that were reserved for adult trips. I was definitely looking forward to a few days showing her off as arm candy. I also made sure to pack a few of her lingerie sets for her to slip into for any evening activities.
Unfortunately, while I was busy planning where we would be drinking, Vanessa was focused on beach workouts, her diet, and where we could spend a relaxing day on the beach and a quiet night. We weren't exactly expecting the same type of trip, but if it resulted in getting to see her in any of her slutty outfits, I'd leave Fort Lauderdale a happy man regardless of our activities.
Vanessa's mom took the kids the night before, and we headed off to the airport before the sun even rose for a 7am flight. A quick screwdriver at the airport and a vodka soda shortly after takeoff and both of us were passed out shortly after the airplane reached its cruising altitude.
Of course, the sleep was short lived as neither of us ever have any success sleeping on an airplane. We didn't have any more drinks on the flight, but being childless, we both enjoyed diving into a book for a nice quiet hour, myself on my Kindle and Vanessa with her paperback. Before we knew it, we were on our descent into Fort Lauderdale and at the gate by 10am, a whole thirty minutes early.
We grabbed an Uber and were in the lobby of the Bahia Mar by 1030. Our room wasn't ready, so when we checked in, the hostess provided us with 2 extra drink coupons each for the pool bar to go along with the one per day that came with my Diamond Status. Having not had anything to eat yet, we both changed out of our cold weather attire and got into our vacation wear.
I used the men's room and just threw on a pair of shorts, an "extra smedium" t-shirt, and some flip flops. Vanessa walked to the pool to use the changing room. I was lounging in one of the seats in the lobby when she returned. I was not disappointed with what I saw.
She was wearing the tiniest pair of Daisy Duke shorts with the button and zipper undone and the waistband rolled down. You could easily see a hint of her bathing suit bottoms as well as her tanned and toned abs, as well as her dangling belly piercing. Up top, she was wearing a miniscule purple string bikini that barely held her breasts in place. To get away with wearing so little, she wore a white see-through cover up, that only covered her shoulders and back. It was so transparent that I swore it was made of cheesecloth.
I immediately stood, raised my sunglasses, and took her hand as the rest of the patrons in the lobby ogled my wife. I couldn't have been happier.
We walked down the beach hand-in-hand, stopping at the first restaurant that served mimosas and was still serving breakfast. Vanessa enjoyed taking in the salt air and a hearty meal from our beachfront seat. Being that it was already after 11am, I opted for lunch and a beer. We sat for a while after our drinks and chatted about all the things we never had time for living a busy life with 3 kids. It was nice to reconnect on a more personal level about things not related to school, sports, and parent teacher conferences.
After a short tour of the famous beach strip and all my favorite bars, we made it back to the Bahia Mar. Our room still wasn't ready, so the new hostess gave us another pair of drink coupons. We were now sitting on a dozen. Feeling the need to make a dent in our free drinks, we headed to the pool bar.
Vanessa grabbed two loungers by the pool and away from the DJ while I got us some drinks. I ordered two vodka tonics, but the bartender accidentally made two rum punches. I pointed out the mistake only because I didn't want to take someone else's drinks. I would have happily taken the rum punches. A free drink is a free drink, but the bartender insisted I take them and two vodka tonics, on the house. I tipped the man well and brought the drinks back to my wife.
"Getting a fast start?" Vanessa called out.
"He made the wrong drink and insisted I take them anyway. Who am I to turn down free alcohol?" I laughed.
She took one vodka tonic and left the other three for me.
"I'm not in the mood for Rum. Knock yourself out."
I almost took her literally. I downed the three drinks almost as fast as she drank hers. The alcohol immediately went to my head. While she lounged and sunbathed, I jumped in the pool and tossed around a football with a few college kids.
When I finally tired and got out Vanessa continued to tease me.
"Having fun back on Spring Break, babe?"
"You know it"
"Looks like you don't quite have the stamina of those young guys anymore."
Ouch.
I grimaced at her.
"Maybe not in the pool, but I've got stamina where it counts." I laughed.
Vanessa just giggled and turned over.
Shortly after I dried off, my phone rang. It was the hostess letting us know that our room was finally ready. We gathered our things and made our way back to the lobby.
During check-in, we were given the run down about the hotel and once again given drink coupons to go with our breakfast vouchers. God I loved Diamond status.
I led Vanessa to our room. Upon opening it, we realized that we were given a balcony room that overlooked the pool. Vanessa quickly opened the door to the balcony to let the salty, humid air mix with the brisk, air conditioned air inside. When she turned around I was all over her, pulling down her top and exposing her glorious breasts to me once and for all.
I lifted her by her ass and dropped her on the bed. I followed closely behind, cooling off her sun kissed body with my tongue. Licking from navel to neck, I caressed and massaged both of her breasts with my hands.
"You've been waiting to do that all day, haven't you?" Vanessa asked.
"You have no idea." I moaned.
I dove back down, wrestling her out of her shorts and bikini bottoms and then planting my mouth on her sweet, shaved pussy. Her juices intermingled with her tanning oil and her sweat, creating an intoxicating salty and sweet concoction.
I grabbed my wife by her plump buttocks and pulled her toward my face as I tongued her labia in broad flat strokes. Once she was suitably warmed up, I plunged my tongue deep inside her tunnel. Vanessa squirmed and panted in deep breaths as I alternated penetrating her with my tongue and sucking on her exposed clit.
After a few minutes, Vanessa arched her back and gripped the bedsheets with white knuckles as she forced herself back into me with her strong, muscled legs. I allowed her to lock my head in place with her legs and reached up to grab both of her breasts with my hands. Then, like a short fuse, she exploded in an intense orgasm. Despite my head being locked in her vice grip legs, her moans were earth shattering.
She continued on for almost a minute before finally releasing me and allowing me to crawl up next to her. Out the open balcony door I heard a faint clapping.
"I think they liked your performance down at the pool," I smirked as her juices ran down my face.
"Oh my God!" Vanessa blushed as she covered her face. "I can't believe they could hear me."
"You should go take a bow," I teased.
Vanessa looked at me with hungry eyes.
