To say it was hot would be an understatement. Lani's '73 VW beetle didn't have AC and the line of traffic heading into Sandbridge Beach was creeping along at a whopping 12 miles per hour. At least she was close. The drive from Baltimore could have been worse and this vacation was long overdue. At least it gave her time to find some good radio stations and while the sweat soaked her short wavy auburn hair, she sang at the top of her lungs with every song that came on.
The pink tank top and little black workout shorts were completely stuck to her skin by the time she pulled into the driveway of the little beach house rental that was to be home for the next two weeks. As she peeled herself from the car she new she had to have looked insane. Thankful for the carport and sand dunes to obstruct most of the view, she at least tried to reposition her clothing to be somewhat presentable. Short and curvy with massive breasts, nothing ever seemed "appropriate" but out here she really didn't care. She grabbed her purse and a duffel bag from the car and headed for the front door. The rest could wait 'til after a shower.
Standing in front of the purple door, she dug through her purse to find the email she had printed out with the code for the lock box.
"Hey there pretty lady!" Came a startling male voice from way too close behind her.
She squealed as she jumped, turned and dropped EVERYTHING. Trying to collect herself and be polite she smiled, "Hey." She attempted to smooth back her hair and readjust the tank top that was surely amplifying her tits even though they never needed their own introduction.
"Didn't mean to scare you" he said, "was just gonna ask if you needed a hand. I'm Aaron. My friends and I are staying next door. We just got here this morning."
She suddenly realized he was holding out his hand to be shaken. Embarrassed that hers was so sweaty, she accepted the greeting after trying unsuccessfully to dry her hand first on her sweat drenched shorts.
"I'm Lani. Nice to meet you."
"So do you need a hand?"
"Ummmm...probably...not sure, I haven't even managed to get the key from the box yet. Give me a second."
She turned around and bent to get her purse from where she dropped it and unintentionally gave him the best shot ever of her perfectly plump round ass. This time the email was right on top and she punched the numbers into the little box and it popped open revealing 3 keys on a single ring.
"Ha! Got em." She said and unlocked the door. As she turned to grab the duffel bag, Aaron already had it in his hand and was waving her on. "After you ma'am!"
"Oh...uh...thanks." She seemed oblivious to the fact that she just basically invited a stranger in her front door and that he was staring at her amazing ass as he followed her up the stairs to the main level of the raised house.
She was suddenly freezing. The realtor had said the ac would be on, but against her sweat soaked body it was too cold. Her nipples promptly tried to tear through her shirt. Wrapping her arms around herself she darted around to open a few windows and cut the ac back.
"Anything else in the car?" Aaron asked suddenly reminding her he was there.
"Oh my goodness! Yeah. But thanks. I was just gonna grab it after a bit."
"No worries. I like to help, and you look like ya need it."
"That is so sweet. Thank you. Maybe you and your friends can join me for dinner one night while I'm here."
"It's not a problem. And that sounds great! Be right back."
Lani walked through the house opening blinds and curtains. She took her purse and bag to the master bedroom and came out to find Aaron coming up the steps with her backpack of electronics and her box with all the alcohol she could possibly need for 2 weeks. She hadn't even noticed earlier what he looked like. When she put the box in the car, it was empty and she ran back and forth loading it because there was no way she could carry it full. He didn't even seem phased! He was tall, about 6'2", maybe 6'3", built like a football player with a slight dark beard and very sexy dark eyes. How had she missed that?? It must have been the heat. It's the only answer.
"Planning a party?"
"Huh? Oh...no. That's just for me. Options and all. I like variety." She giggled a little.
"Is this the last one?" called a strange voice from the stairs.
"Holy crap!!!" Lani yelled.
"Whoa whoa whoa....easy. That's just my boy Tj" Aaron explained, "he saw me coming in and asked if I needed help so I told him to grab the small suitcase from the trunk. Love the car by the way."
Tj was just as tall but thinner, wiry almost, with sandy hair and gorgeous big green eyes and the most adorable smile you could imagine.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves a little now that she has been startled twice in the last 15 minutes. "Thank you. Both of you. And thanks, I restored it myself. Just wish I had put AC in it!" She motioned to how sweaty she was from the drive. "Do you guys mind if we get together a little later? I am craving a shower and a drink in the worst possible way."
Aaron grinned and extended his hand again, "Not a problem pretty lady. You take care now." She shook his hand and he headed for the stairs.
"Where do you want this?" Tj asked.
"Oh you can just sit it on the couch. Thank you. And it was nice to meet you Tj. It was nice meeting both of you!"
She shook his hand as well, and watched from the top of the stairs as they left and shut the door behind them. After a few moments, she darted down the stairs and locked both the handle and the deadbolt on the door. She just imagined getting out of the shower to find them multiplying in her living room. She never asked how many friends Aaron had staying with him next door, but she didn't want to find out that way.
As soon as she got to the top of the steps she peeled off the sweaty tank top and workout shorts and headed for the master bathroom. As the warm shower poured down her skin she could feel the stress and pain from home going down the drain with it. She had a plan for this trip. One she had shared with no one at all. Her friendly neighbors seemed like they were going to be very eager, even if unknowingly so, to help her plan succeed. As she soaped up her body she washed away the pain of her husband leaving her a year ago. She washed away the pain of the baby they had lost. She washed it all down the drain. She was letting them both go. She was going to be a mother, one way or another. And she was finally going to do so on her terms instead of her controlling ex husband forcing her and then taking it from her because he found someone else. Her back still ached from time to time from the push down the stairs that ended her baby's life before it had a chance to begin. But that was all that she was going to hold onto from it. From the second she steps out of this single shower, she is never looking back. She is taking her life back and is going to embrace every bit of it. She didn't care who the father really would be. She wasn't going to keep him around anyway. He would never know. By the time she gets in that car to head back to Baltimore she will have turned 30 and she will be pregnant. She turned the water off and reached for a towel. She patted herself dryish and wrung most of the water out of her hair and wrapped the towel around herself.
She walked into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of Shiraz from the box and opened it. She took a few minutes to put the other various bottles into the cabinets and found a glass. She poured herself a full glass and carried it and the bottle toward the back sliding door. Looking out onto the deck, she was very pleased with herself for picking this house. Sipping the wine she remembered talking with the realtor. He had been concerned about her wanting to "just get away" with the tenants that were staying next door. Some fraternity from some Ivy League school up north has been coming here for reunion for the past decade. He had been worried about noise. She didn't care about noise. It was just what she was looking for. No house behind her. And the one on the other side sat further toward the road with no view into her backyard past the sand dunes.
She finished the first glass of wine and refilled it, grabbed a pair of sunglasses, dropped the towel, and opened the door. With one last breath, she stepped outside. She could feel the sun on her skin as she never had before. She walked calmly to the lounge chair in the middle of the deck and sat down. Taking another long drink from her glass she put it and the bottle on the table and laid back to wait and see what would happen. It didn't take long before the wine made her insides as warm as the sun made her skin. She wondered if they noticed her yet. She grabbed the glass and downed it again only to fill it one last time. She knew she would have to be patient. Half way through the glass, she felt her eyes getting heavy. "Well crap", she thought to herself, "I hadn't planned on passing out my first day here!"
That was the last thought she had before she stirred awake to the sensation of hands on her body. Everywhere. Still drunk she tried to get up. That's when a strong hand held her back and a sweet southern voice whispered, "relax pretty lady, we won't hurt you." It was Aaron's voice. She thought she was opening her eyes, but she couldn't see. "Maybe not so much wine next time", she thought to herself.
The sun was still beating down but there was cool water on her body. Someone was wiping her down with a damp cloth. It felt amazing. She reached for her head and realized they had a blindfold on her. A bearded mouth pressed gently against hers and she offered the tip of her tongue gently. Gradually more hands were replaced by mouths. That mixed with the blindfold and muddled by wine was sensory overload. She started to pass out again, but first the voice whispered close, "do you want us to stop?"
"No. Whatever you do, don't ever stop!"
She doesn't know how long it lasted or for how much of it she was passed out. She does know that her neighbors welcomed her properly.
It was dark when she woke up fully. The blindfold was finally gone. She was in the bed too. She doesn't remember getting there. She had glimpses of memory from the afternoon. She had initially assumed it was Aaron that began kissing her mouth because of the beard. At one point though, both mouths on her nipples were bearded as well. She remembered being wet. So very wet. She remembered fingers inside her dripping pussy. She remembered begging someone to please fuck her. She remembered cumming so hard she passed out again. That was all early. Then there were flashes of memory. In horror she reached down to touch her ass. Yep. That had happened. For the first time. And she doesn't even remember it. She remembered for a second someone strong holding her up like a child but while he had his cock buried deep inside her. Oh my god. She actually did remember at that point someone was behind her as well. It was too much. It was easier to go back to sleep. She told them not to stop. She gently touched her pussy. It was so swollen and sore. Carefully she slid a finger inside. She wondered if they came inside her. She hoped so. But it didn't feel like it.
Rolling over she reached for her phone to check the time. It was only 9:30. At least it didn't seem to last too long. She contemplated a shower but decided to go jump in the pool instead. It was still warm outside and the water felt great on her bare skin. She started to wonder why she had even brought clothes at all! This was going to be an all naked vacation.
Her tummy began to rumble and she remembered she hadn't eaten since she left Baltimore. So she climbed out of the pool and headed for the house to order Chinese.
"Hey Lani! You ready for another round already?" The voice came from the raised deck next door. It was Tj.
"I have got to get something to eat. I'm starving and apparently I used up a good bit of energy while I was unconscious!"
"We just ordered pizza, come join us!"
"Ok. Let me get dressed."
"No need for that, just use the gate. There isn't anyone out front right now."
