A warm breeze passed into his room as Kyle stretched out on his bed and despite everything he tried he couldn't fall back asleep.
He looked over at the clock and noticed that it wasn't even 8 a.m. yet and groaned a bit. He enjoyed the breeze since the resort's air conditioning was faulty at best, but he didn't enjoy the slow pounding that was going on in his head.
He stood up slowly, the covers falling away from his naked body. Kyle was 21 and had slept naked for several years now, finding it to be much more comfortable. He picked up a bottle of water and drank half of it on his way to the washroom and after a quick shower he looked at himself in the mirror.
He stood at a decent height, around 5'9, had short and messy light-brown hair, a thin and smooth athletic body, and in between his legs his 9 inch cock hung down.
He reached down and rubbed it a bit, remembering a few of the girls he'd danced with the previous night, but having drank too much, and since it was the first night, decided he'd try and get some sleep instead of making a fool of himself.
That and he could barely put two words together at the time.
Still, despite being a decent decision, it still left him feeling very horny this morning. Right now the hangover was masking it a bit, but as the day went on he only knew it would get worse.
He figured that a good walk and maybe a swim would help out for the time being, and since it was still early he imagined that most of the beaches would be pretty empty. He'd also wanted to explore some of the more remote beaches and thought that this was the perfect time to do so.
Thirty minutes later he found himself swimming back towards a nice cove that he'd found. The water was a little cool, just enough to leave him feeling refreshed as he walked out of the water and picked up his towel, rubbing it over his body.
He'd only worn some light blue boarding shorts, and right now you could see the outline of his cock, though he didn't notice. Kyle was too busy enjoying the sun and the breeze and was lost in thought for the moment when he heard a familiar voice.
"Kyle Woodsworth is that you?"
Kyle turned to the right and was incredibly surprised to see his former high school english teacher. "Mrs Hall?" he said.
"It is you," she said, a smile forming on her pretty freckled face. "I guess it is a small world after all."
"I guess so," Kyle said, and felt a little self conscious standing in front of his old teacher in only boarding shorts.
She didn't seem to mind and for Kyle would later congratulate himself on not letting his jaw drop right away. Even in her early forties Mrs Hall was incredibly beautiful.
She was somewhat short, around 5'2, with red hair and a curvy body. She was also wearing a simple black bikini, the top of which held her impressive D-cup breasts, and Kyle had to quickly look up to keep from staring at her.
"Kyle?" she asked and he realized a little too slowly that it was for the third time. At least he hoped it was the third time.
"Yeah, I'm sorry," he said sheepishly a bit. "You just surprised me a bit. I wasn't expecting to see a friendly face."
"That makes two of us," she said. "Are you here for Spring Break?"
"Yeah, came down with a couple friends from College," he said.
"Ah, and where are they right now?" she asked.
"Sleeping, or hungover, or both, probably," he said.
She laughed a bit. "Enjoy it while you can," she said, "because soon you'll find yourself old, going to bed at night and lying next to someone who's already gone to sleep while you stare at the ceiling for a few hours."
Kyle smiled at this but wasn't exactly sure what to say.
"Oh," she said, "now I'm sorry. That was a bit of an overshare wasn't it?"
"It's alright," Kyle said, "though I would not call you old. You look better in that bikini than all of the younger girls that are here."
She smiled at that, her face going a little red, before saying, "I appreciate that, I really do, even if it isn't true. Anyway, why are you up so early?"
"I guess I couldn't sleep," Kyle said. "I take it you're here with your husband Mrs Hall?"
"That's right," she said as she settled down on her beach towel, which was large enough for two, and motioned for Kyle to do the same, which he did, sitting just a few inches away from her.
"By the way, you can called me Samantha," she continued, "that Mrs Hall really makes me feel old and like I'm back in school, teaching."
"That why you and your husband came down here for Spring Break?" Kyle asked.
"Yep, the husband wanted to do something to make 'us' feel young again," she said, snorting a bit, "but I can already tell that the real reason he's here is to stare at a bunch of coeds."
