Cara gazed out the car window watching the scenery of the east coast fly by. Although she lost track of the time her guess is that the crew in her car – her family – had travelled in total silence for about the past hour or so. Not one word. Her two sons – Nick, her 15 year old rebel, and Mickey, her sweet, intelligent 11 year old, were engrossed in their music and video games. They were consumed and totally unaware of life around them. And then, there was her husband Stuart. As he drove the car blankly staring out the window she wondered what, if anything, was he thinking about. He had that same blank look that she had seen so many times. The same look as he watched tv, the same look shaving and the same blank stare on those rare occasions that they had sex. If Cara didn't love sex so much she would tell dear old Stuart to get lost on those rare times he had agreed to her pressure and nagging.
Cara was hoping that this week away from their Maine home, basking in the sun on the beach in Carolina would help spark something in Stuart. Maybe he needed to relax. Maybe she needed to relax. Cara worked all the time running her up-and-coming web design and consulting company. She loved her job, the pressure, the excitement, the thrill of signing yet another client. Maybe she was substituting her passion and desire for love with the next closest thing – her business.
Finally the silence was broken. After so many hours in the car they were arriving at their vacation resort. The hotel she picked sat on the beach and it had everything. They offered golf, spa, games, food, drink, sauna, pool and all sorts of activities that everyone, including Cara, would love. A week without cooking, cleaning, juggling work, and, best of all, no driving. She smiled just thinking about laying on the beach with a pina colada and either sleeping or reading her latest book of interest.
Once they checked into their rooms, yes 2 rooms, as one room was for the boys and one room for Stuart and Cara. Both rooms faced the beach and had breathtaking views. Going up to the rooms each of one of her boys plus Stuart took turns grunting responses as she asked questions and suggested what they should do. Eventually she gave up, went into her room and unpacked her luggage. She was quick about the unpacking but she left out her bathing suit, flip flops and book. She got naked, which didn't even warrant a second glance by Stuart, as he was busy checking out the mini bar and tv channels. Cara was in her bathing suit, book in hand, and almost ran out of the room headed down to the beach. She found a nice spot, placed her towel nicely on the ground, laid down on her back and immediately felt the warmth soak into every part of her body. It felt so good to feel the sun and hear the ocean pounding the shore and seagulls flying and making noise above. She must have fallen asleep because she woke up when some sand seemed to have been sprinkled above her. Cara quickly sat up and noticed that it was an older gentleman nearby, spreading out his towel and he had accidentally kicked up some sand. He realized what he had done and quickly apologized for his clumsiness. Cara noticed that he was about 15 or 20 years older than she, so he was probably about 50. Although he wasn't a stud like some of the other young muscle heads roaming the beach, there was something about him. He seemed confident and commanding, despite his less-than-chiseled physique. He was handsome, but in a different, pleasing kind of way. As her beach neighbor was laying down on his towel he began to notice Cara staring at him from her towel. He apologized again thinking she was annoyed at him for waking her and he smiled and tipped his baseball cap as a sign of his second apology. She smiled back at him and told him it was no big deal. They were on the beach and sand is part of the scene.
Cara turned over onto her stomach and started to read her book. But she quickly started to day dream about her older gentleman friend. She could feel his eyes staring at her body up and down and she didn't mind a bit. She gave a little wiggle with her ass just for good measure. She closed her eyes and her mind started to wander and she wondered how this older stranger could find her so attractive while her husband was up in the room playing with his remote control.
She was roused from her sleep by a smell that was not part of the beach scene. It was the soft smell of a cigar that jarred memories of good times at home and her dad. She glanced up and there was her beach neighbor lighting up a cigar. He noticed her awake and from a distance asked if it was ok. She said it was fine and began talking to him but the ocean sounds drowned out her words, so she signaled for him to move closer. He understood, picked up his towel and moved directly next to Cara. Closer up he was attractive with his goatee and very personable smile. He introduced himself – Tony – and extended his hand. She shook his hand and, as she did so, felt an energy and excitement as he looked directly into her eyes. She felt like he could read her mind as he smiled his sweet and comforting smile. He asked again if she minded if he smoked and she responded that in fact she loved the smell of a cigar. Tony said he had been looking forward to smoking his Cuban cigar during the whole ride down from New York City. She should have guessed. New York City. With his New "Yawk" accent, confidence and strong personality it was as clear as the sun shining warmly on this beautiful Carolina day.
Tony had driven down to Carolina with his family, a wife and young son, and Cara almost laughed when Tony told her that his wife was up in the room probably playing with the remote control or checking out the mini bar. It sounded like she and Tony already had something in common. They began to chat about her business and his job as a banker, then about family and travel and New York city. It was as if they had known each other for years as the comfort level was amazing. It was almost as if they knew each other from a former life, if she actually believed in that kind of stuff. Cara was not only intrigued by his accent and his intelligence, but Tony seemed genuinely interested in her life and business and opinions. As he spoke she focused on this lips, his tongue, his mouth. She couldn't understand why, but he was so kissable and she imagined what it would be like to kiss him. More amazingly was that Tony seemed to soak Cara in with his eyes. Unlike most men in Maine who stared at her ample bust as she talked and paid no attention to whatever she was saying, Tony looked into her eyes all of the time she spoke. He helped her put on some lotion and his touch was magic. His hands were not rough, being the banker, but they were strong and clearly knew what they were doing. Tony rubbed lotion on her back and legs and even her feet. When he touched her feet she felt herself getting excited and wanted to rip off Tony's shorts and fuck him right there on the beach in front of everyone. She chuckled to herself with that thought and just enjoyed Tony's lotion massage.