Exposing her body unashamedly to so many men was blatantly bold and became for her a rite of passage, the beginning of a journey bridging adolescence and womanhood. She knew her innocence would be lost that night and in her mind it could not happen soon enough.
Claudia spent three weeks at the country estate of a wealthy French businessman feeding and grooming horses. The high point of her trip to France occurred on the last day before her scheduled flight back to Atlanta the next morning. The previous day, she had worked long hours diligently cleaning each stall of the stable and grooming the horses. Having worked so hard previously, her work load was light on this day. The owner's son, Jacque, suggested that she take the afternoon off and join him for a ride in the countryside. Jacque was about her age and quite handsome she thought. Although attracted to him, she had previously rebuffed his numerous advances during her stay. She was wise to the ways of men and figured he was motivated by a singular desire to get into her pants. "But so what?" she finally conceded to herself, "It's been three weeks since I've gotten any and, besides, I have nothing else to do this afternoon anyway."
Claudia's reluctance to get involved with Jacque is typical of her behavior while traveling. She avoids involvement with men in general so as to not overly complicate her life. She knows that her stays are temporary, so maintaining an emotional distance is safe. Besides, the periodic abstinences from men and, inevitably, sex allows her time to rest, read, take long walks and to otherwise enjoy being alone. She likes the company of men, but does not need them. Thus, her policy of sexual abstinence during her travels serves her well, so well that she was surprised by her casual acceptance of Jacque's offer.
After riding for some time, Jacque suggested that they stop and rest the horses. He thoughtfully packed wine and cheese, which they enjoyed while sitting on the soft grass of the open plain. The setting was idyllic as Claudia soaked up the warm sun and beautiful scenery of the countryside. After eating, they soon exhausted all of their small talk and an awkward period of silence followed. She looked into his eyes and saw lust; he looked into hers and saw mystery. Their time together was highly flirtatious and she gave off many sex signals, yet he sensed reluctance, a girl-like innocence that caught him off guard. After teasing him for weeks in the stables with her tight jeans and sweat-soaked halter tops, would she abandon him now during his time of need?
She answered by standing and undressing before him. Slowly, provocatively, each piece of clothing fell to the ground. She then helped him out of his clothes. Jacque and Claudia stood naked, revealing each to the other without embarrassment; it was as if they had done it many times before. They at first explored each other with their eyes, then with hands, lips and tongues. Finally, their genitals connected and, ever so fleetingly, their souls. They talked for hours afterwards, returning home just before dark. The next morning, their teary-eyed farewell was emotional, too emotional for Claudia. And the trans-continental fuck was way too good. It scared her, not the sex, but her reaction to it. Claudia swore she would never again violate her abstinence policy.
She calls it her adventure book, a large loose leaf notebook crammed with printouts from various web sites listing temporary employment all over the world. The listings contain pictures, as well as historical and demographic information about each location. She reads it in search of fun, adventure and self-discovery.
She is restless, even after just returning from France. It's Claudia's nature to be restless when she stays in one place too long. During the past two years, she has been a stage hand in Hollywood, a bellhop in New York, a wardrobe attendant for a dance troupe in Spain, a housekeeper in Ireland, a cook in Mexico, a photographer's assistant in San Francisco and, most recently, a stable worker in France. These temporary jobs are often hard work and offer little pay, but she doesn't care. Her profession in Atlanta is financially rewarding and her temporary jobs pay for her travel. Besides, she is twenty-seven, single and gets to see the world. "Life just doesn't get any better than this," she thinks to herself as she pages through the voluminous book.
Comfortably stretched out on the bed in her motel room, Claudia checks her watch. It is almost one o'clock and her lover is due to arrive soon, so she attends to last minute details. She undresses and walks naked to the bathroom where she removes her makeup. She showers quickly and slips on her most naughty lingerie, a sexy black nightgown with a low plunging neckline. A Latin American possessing natural beauty and a voluptuous figure, she needs no makeup or perfume. Besides, she would never leave any telltale evidence for her lover's wife to notice. Returning to the bed, she picks up the adventure book and wonders, "Where will I go next? What will I do? Who will I see?" Before finding any answers, her thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. "Hello," she answers.
"It's me. What room are you in?"
Cooing, she replies, "355. I can't wait to see you, Sweetie."
"I can't wait to see you either. It's been over three weeks, you know. I'm so hot for you I might explode any minute."
"Not outside of me, you're not! Get your horny ass over here. We've got some catching up to do."
"I'll be there in five minutes. Bye, Claudia."
"See you in a few, Sweetie."
Ralph and Susan graduated together from Georgia Tech in the class of 1973. They were high school sweethearts, college sweethearts and, one month after graduation, partners in marriage. They were an attractive couple. She was a high school and college cheerleader, very pretty and athletic. Possessing a bubbly personality, she was popular with most everyone, especially the boys. He was more reserved, a serious student and avid reader, and not the least bit athletic. Although handsome, he was a little nerdy and some of his college classmates marveled that he was able to capture the heart of such an attractive babe like Susan. However, their close friends, and others who often saw them together, thought them a perfect match. This was probably at least partly due to their habitual flirtation with each other and Ralph's obvious devotion to Susan. They did have much in common, including similar middle class upbringings, conservative values, like southern drawls and southern manners.
They started dating when they were juniors in high school. Neither had dated previously. After the Senior Prom, they made out in a motel room rented by the parents of one of their classmates. The purpose of the room was to provide a place for the teens to change into more comfortable clothes after the dance, but this privilege was greatly abused. Several classmates lost their virginity in that very room, but not Ralph and Susan. It was not for a lack of trying; their passion fizzled when another couple decided they were taking too long and rudely pounded on the door. Thus, they both were soon to enter college as technical virgins. Susan laughed at the irony, once telling a friend that she would attend "Tech", the Georgia Institute of Technical Virgins.
After school started, Ralph and Susan were disappointed to find they had little time to spend with each other. They did manage to squeeze in some Saturday night dates. Unfortunately, those evenings ended with both of them feeling frustrated after heavy petting episodes. Bad timing and the lack of privacy always seemed to prevent them from going further. Since life was interfering with their sexual initiation, they decided a weekend trip to Tybee Island was in order. They made reservations at a budget motel on the beach for the weekend following their last unsuccessful attempt to shed the less than prestigious virgin status that seemed to plague them. And finally it happened. It was at Tybee where they spent their first night together and where their relationship was officially consummated.
The early autumn sun and mild ocean breeze made for a delightful afternoon. Susan, usually modest in her appearance, surprised Ralph by wearing a revealing thong bikini on the beach. The top covered little more than her nipples and her buttocks were fully exposed for all to see. All afternoon, they swam, sunbathed, played beach tennis and tossed a Frisbee. Susan, clearly the more athletic, won all of their sporting events. Ralph didn't mind this, but he was uncomfortable with all of the stares Susan was obviously attracting from other men. Nonetheless, he was proud to be with her. Susan, sensing his pride, was pleased that she had the nerve to show off her body. And she too noticed the stares of the men. She was caught off guard by how much she relished the attention. Exposing her body unashamedly to so many men was blatantly bold and became for her a rite of passage, the beginning of a journey bridging adolescence and womanhood. She knew her innocence would be lost that night and in her mind it could not happen soon enough.
When evening fell, Ralph and Susan walked hand-in-hand along the water's edge, meandering toward the northern end of the island away from people and lights. Eventually, they came upon a stretch of beach devoid of motels and restaurants. Only beach houses fronted the ocean and most were vacant at this time of the year. This conveniently afforded the young couple the privacy they needed. Ralph placed one blanket on the sand and a second on top of it. He told Susan the top blanket was needed for warmth because the ocean breeze was now much stronger and the night air cool. He did not tell her that he was also concerned about being observed in the moonlight by other lovers walking along the beach. Susan was much more the daring type and he was fearful she would think him a wimp for being concerned about modesty in the heat of passion.
Standing, they kissed tenderly, their lips quivering more from nerves than from the cold. Taking the initiative, Susan removed Ralph's jacket and he reciprocated. Wearing only swimming attire, they quickly burrowed under the top cover. They hugged and kissed for a few moments, but both were anxious to advance to the next base. Susan remained in charge. She straddled Ralph with her knees on the blanket and tugged at his still wet swimming trunks. After pulling them off, she then teased him by removing at a torturously slow pace first the top and then the bottom pieces of her bikini. Although they both had shed various pieces of clothing during their previous petting episodes, it was their first time totally naked together. They embraced, squealing with delight and nervous energy. Ralph fortunately remembered to bring condoms and two of them were put to good use. Not surprisingly for an eighteen year old boy with raging hormones, he came too quickly the first time. On his second try, he lasted long enough.
Susan, having experienced her first orgasm with a penis inside of her, was both excited and intrigued by this new sensation. It was a much different feeling than the pleasure so often derived from her steadfast vibrator. In truth, she had low expectations about the first time, frequently hearing from friends that first intercourse was not all that great. And, after Ralph came so quickly the first time, she had to admit to herself that her friends might have been right. But Ralph was easily aroused for a second go-around and obviously intent on ensuring her pleasure. Susan was impressed both by his libido and by her ability to excite him. "You might not be athletic in other areas," she told him, "but I think you have found your sporting niche. I'd much prefer that you be great at sex than beach tennis!" Ralph beamed at the compliment.
