I arrived home from work on Monday and saw Debbie's car in the drive. As usual, she beat me home. I called out to let her know I was home as I opened the door. Her answer came from the kitchen. I scooped the mail up from the table near the foyer and thumbed through it. It looked like the usual pile of bills and junk mail, nothing of any real interest.
I walked toward the kitchen to ask what we were doing for dinner and then noticed a small engraved invitation in the mail as I entered the room. Debbie was dressed in a dark gray knee length skirt and white blouse. She had already discarded the matching jacket on a chair. She greeted me with a warm smile and a kiss and a hug. At 32 she still looks as beautiful as she did when we first met. Her short dark brown hair shown in the early evening sun and even in her business attire her trim figure looked great.
I opened the fridge, took out two beers, handed Debbie one after opening it and walked to the kitchen table. I sat down, opened my beer, took a sip and started opening the mail. Since I'm a creature of habit the bills came first. When I got to the invitation I asked if she knew who it might be from as I opened it. Debbie replied that she didn't.
I read the invitation which said we were invited to spend a week at a private resort in the Caribbean. All expenses, including airfare were included. We assumed that it was a time share or similar sales pitch until I noticed that we were to be screened to see if we qualified for the resort. The letter referred us to a web address to complete the screening process. We put the invitation aside and worked together to make dinner.
Later that evening as we lay in bed Debbie brought up the invitation. She asked, "Ken, what do you think?" We both agreed that a week away in the tropics on the beach would be great and the only way we could afford to go would be for free. We figured nothing ventured, nothing gained and began to fill out the questionnaire.
I brought the laptop to bed and typed in the URL. The screening required that we submit a current full body photo in swim attire or underwear for review and completion of an on line questionnaire that asked about our views about nudity, sex, alcohol, and drugs among other things. We both were intrigued. No we hadn't been to a nude beach or resort but would not be offended. Yes we enjoyed our sex life and would like to keep it exciting.
While the questionnaire may have answered the resorts questions it only put more questions in our heads. We decided to submit the photos and answers and see what happened. We could always decline the offer. I was in my boxers so Debbie asked me to pose and snapped the photo with the digital camera. Debbie always said she was attracted to me at first because I was tall, dark haired and well built. I weigh a bit more than when we met but stay in shape.
Debbie was wearing her pajamas and I felt a twitch in my crotch as she slid the top over her head exposing her "b" cup breasts and then bent over with her tight ass facing me as she pulled the pants down. She put a demi cup bra and panties on and I snapped the photo. We uploaded the photos and clicked send. Debbie removed the underwear and was reaching for the pajamas when I pulled her back toward me on the bed.
I kissed her on the lips and moved to her neck and ears. She giggled and returned the kisses. She asked me if I was horny because I was thinking about a bevy of naked women on the beach. I told her I was horny because I was thinking of making love to her on the beach.
My hands moved to her body, sliding across her breasts, teasing the nipples as they began to harden. She moved her hands to my ass and kneaded my cheeks. We continued to kiss for another minute before I slid back toward the foot of the bed and spread her legs. I kissed her thigh and then began to lick at her labia. My tongue moved all around and inside her pussy. She began to get very wet. I sucked on her clit for a moment then inserted my tongue inside her and licked up to the clit moving back and forth repeating the action.
