The early morning flight settled softly onto the runway rousing us from our light slumber, the heat of the day burst into the cabin as the main doors opened and the fragrant smells of the island filled the air. We made our way out, gathered our luggage, & shuffled through customs before we finally climbed into our rental car. Kate navigated as we made our way across the island the small beachside villa we'd rented.
I'd met Kate 10 years ago. I was a senior in high school, bursting with youthful energy, my whole life ahead of me. Kate was an attractive 33 year old widow living across town.
Our paths had crossed by pure happenstance at a Best Buy store. I'd bummed a ride over to pick up some blank cd's and was going to walk back when a serious downpour trapped me in the store. As I killed time wandering the store waiting for the rain to let up, I ran into Kate struggling to figure out external hard drives. Bored, I offered some help. After chatting she traded me a ride home for some installation help.
The villa was lovely. Two big bedrooms with a spacious central living area, cool stone floors, and shuttered windows thrown wide open to let that wonderful Caribbean breeze flow through. Kate bustled about exploring while I strolled out to the beach to take in the amazing vista. Huge tall clouds were gliding across the bright blue sky, their shadows changing the colors of the turquoise sea.
"It's so lovely," Kate gushed as she sat joining me on the low stone wall facing the water. "I'm going to throw our things in the bedroom, and then change for a swim..." then she kissed my cheek softly and ran off.
We'd laughed the whole ride back to Kate's. We'd gotten completely soaked dashing out to her car, which had only been 20 or so cars from the store, but that was plenty far enough to completely drench us. Rain water flowed off us as we rode along, dripping and pooling on the seat. Kate's thin little summer tee was totally soaked through, & clung very tightly to her ample chest. I was decidedly aware just how attractive Kate was on that very wet ride.
Thankfully her home had a garage, and we made it inside without any further soaking. Kate was about 5'4", more than half a foot shorter than my 6', with mid length sandy blonde hair, and a real nice figure. Her breasts and their lacy bra were well highlighted by her clingy wet shirt. Looking at each other across her kitchen we burst out laughing at out wet state
After some vigorous toweling and donning a pair of dry tee shirts we sank in at the kitchen table with some hot tea to warm up. The conversation was light and friendly & Kate eventually toted in the laptop she needed help with. I booted it up and began installing her new external drive.
The laptop was a total mess, with all sorts of spurious toolbars and crap apps, hard drive 95% full, virus protection beyond out of date, etc. So I set about cleaning it up as she made more tea. I probably ran its first update ever.
She explained that it had been her husbands, and that he'd died in a car accident last year. She'd never been a big computer person and had really struggled with it since. I got busy and she begged off to a hot shower.
I learned a lot about my Kate from that laptop. I was busy cleaning, uninstalling and exploring when I found a file with her name full of pictures. It was a file full of explicit nude pictures of the lovely Kate, alone and with several different men and women. Kate looked REAL good in those pix, and I quickly emailed a few to my gmail account.
A few minutes later I found a journal like file of her husband's where he described, in delicious detail, his 'training' program for Kate and her progress. Holy Shit! He'd been training her to be his willing sex slave. I was getting harder and harder in my wet jeans the more I read.
Kate returned just then from her shower clad in a big sweat shirt and jeans toweling her hair dry. "Find anything? she blurted and I stared. "What?" She asked curious at my reaction.
"I did, I mean... I found your husband's journal, and lots of his pictures of you." She went pale and sank slowly into her seat. She reached across to close the laptop, but I intercepted her hand and then held it, as I showed her the pix I was looking at.
Kate was near tears, her head sinking & then, to my great surprise, she slowly began talking. At first she spoke very quietly, but for the next half an hour she explained her husband's big fantasy, probably talking openly about it for the first time. She discussed his 'training' regimen for her, her inherent submissiveness, their games, how she'd learned to truly love it all, then his sudden death and the intolerable loneliness ever since. Somewhere in there she'd pulled out a bottle Scotch as she shed the burden of her great secret. When Kate quieted she had tears in her eyes.
I rose and extending a hand I took her into my arms and held her softly while she cried.
Kate came bounding out of the villa in the skimpiest little bathing suit and toting my shorts, I changed and together we went for a swim. The water was amazing, refreshingly cool against the heat of the day. We totally reveled in it as we floated together talking and laughing.
We frolicked in the water together until our fingers started resembling prunes, and then we raced back into the house like kids. Kate won and went straight for the kitchen and opened a cold beer. Then she quickly peeled off her suit and stood naked before me with the beer.
Kate is 43 now, and for many years now she has been my very willing little sex toy. Time has been very good to her; she still looks as amazing to me as that first day in her kitchen. She makes every effort to take care of herself. I took a proffered beer, smiled at her and then kissed her deeply. She knew what was next, and she ached for it.
I held her awkwardly at first, conflicted between my rock hard cock and her vulnerability. But between those pictures & the stories she'd just told my blood was afire. When she quieted, she looked to me and then slowly lifted off her sweatshirt. She wore no bra, and her breasts were full and round, rising off a flat little tummy. As I reached out and groped them she gasped and moaned softly. And then without breaking eye contact she began pushing off her jeans. Kate is a very beautiful woman, athletically thin. My hands freely roamed her soft skin as our tongues dueled. Then she lead me to her bed. Without a word I stripped and climbed onto her, she grabbed me and pulled directly into her vee aching for me to be inside her.
I was young and brash and fucked her hard and wild, thoroughly enjoying her tight wet grip as I pounded at her moaning and writhing body. I exploded deep inside her and then she enveloped me with her arms and legs and held me tightly.
As we laid together afterwards Kate began talking again in that quiet soft voice, "my husband, he knew me very well, knew I loved to be submissive. He taught me... how to give myself to men. And I quickly discovered how right he was, I loved it desperately- that wild feeling when I was their toy to take great pleasure from, when they looked at me with those hungry eyes knowing full well I was theirs to have, so willingly helpless in their hands. I never knew what they would do with me next and ached to find out. The rush of wild intense all consuming climaxes as I am used freely."
We lay together quietly, her breath soft against my chest as my fingertips caressed her oh-so-soft flesh- "I- I could be yours, if you... if you wanted me." I looked at her beautiful face and kissed her; she drew the air from me and nearly swallowed me whole. "I can't be alone any more," she wept. "I would be yours- so willingly... whenever you wanted me, however you want me."
"You would be my what?" I queried as my fingers gently combed the stray strands of het wet hair from her face.
She stared softly, "I- I don't know the word, I would give myself to you, give my body to you oh so willingly, all I ask is to be touched, and held, and... and fucked." I smiled and kissed her. "No strings..." she whispered as I began to harden again deep inside her.
Draining my beer I kissed the hints of soft freckles across the bridge of her nose and her upper chest and caressed her soft willing body. The body that 10 years ago this week she had given me. She had suggested we get away to celebrate and bought 2 tickets to the islands. I'd secured a nice rental and here we were.
I dragged over a soft coverlet from the couch and knelt Kate before me. She took me into her mouth and made love to my cock. Kate never just sucked my cock, she absolutely worshipped it with her mouth. "Get me nice and ready honey, and then I'll give you what you need. She moaned her understanding as she pressed her nose to my belly.
We eventually moved to the bedroom and I spent the afternoon fucking Kate's amazing body, coming inside her twice.
I napped & Kate woke me at 6 and asked if we were going out to get some dinner. She was still naked and giggled softly when I cupped her ass and pulled her in for a kiss.
We showered, dressed and wandered down the road finding a simple fish house for dinner. We ate and drank lots of beer laughing and joking. We reminisced about the past 10 years over many beers before staggering back up the road.
We slept soundly that night, spooned together against her soft skin.
Kate has always joked that I almost made her bowlegged that first month. She says I fucked her 5 or 6 times a day that first weekend. And she may be right, after all I was only 18, barely past losing my virginity. And then suddently I had this total free pass with a beautiful 33 year old woman with the hottest little body. I do remember spending most of my free time on top of her for quite a while.
We spent the rest of that first day at her home, in her bed. We never dressed and I fucked her several times before finally petering out. I laid with her, touching and exploring every curve and hollow of her body with my hands and my mouth. Then she would suck me and take me inside her.
I went over every evening, and we'd go straight into her bedroom. And true to her word she would do absolutely anything I wanted. She gave me a house key that first week. I gradually realized that she wanted me to take what I wanted from her, instead of asking for it.
I was the probably luckiest 18 year old in history, and possibly the most over-sexed too! Definitely one of the happiest...
We woke as the tropical sun filled the room. The heat followed soon and I gently mounted Kate from the rear. She woke with a soft grunt as I pressed myself into her. We screwed softly, our hands and fingers locked together as I slipped in and out of her. I came easily and laid quietly atop her back as I slipped from her grip.
