End to Begining

[Lady_Kit]

Below the gleaming aircraft, cool blue, blinding white and deep green swaths of color slowly separate into dense tropical foliage edged by clean sand beaches surrounded by the Caribbean Sea. Inside the small commuter jet passengers readied themselves for the landing on St Barts. Smoothly, the plane angled for a small airstrip between sand and palm trees where brightly colored vehicles waited in a small parking area near a single building.

Near the midsection of the plane a woman looked out the window with eyes as deeply blue as the water. Her face had a subtle beauty and sensuality that drew attention...an air of reserve said to keep away. It was a combination that most men chose to avoid; younger women were much less trouble, if less interesting. The quality of her clothing spoke of money; she wore a simple cotton skirt and jewel toned camisole but made them seem as elegant as a designer gown. Good genes kept visible hints of age from her skin, something in which she took a passing pleasure while her 50-something friends scheduled Botox and face lifts. Blonde hair gathered into a loose knot showed no gray.

She seemed disinterested in the actions of her fellow passengers and sat quietly as the plane entered its final approach. The landing was easy and the passengers hurried off the plane to start their tropical vacations. Soon, only a single traveler remained.

“Miss Gilbert,” the attendant said softly. “We’ve landed, you can deplane now.”

“Hmm? Oh, certainly. I’m sorry to have held you up.” Claire Gilberts’ voice sounded like whiskey and smoke when she replied. She rose, hastily gathered her things then exited into the afternoon sun.

Customs was quickly navigated; she traveled light with just a carry-on and two small bags. A driver with Claries’ name on a small sign took her luggage and led the way to a waiting car. One other vehicle was in the lot; it sat silently with the hood up while its driver and passenger stared into the engine compartment. The passenger looked up as Claire approached.

“I don’t suppose you’d give a fellow traveler a lift?” He asked with a smile.

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Claire is at a crossroads in life. She and her partner spent 20 years building a successful internet company that recently sold for enough money to allow Claire to comfortably retire anywhere in the world. However, now that the chance to relax and enjoy life has come she finds herself with no one to share it. Her partner, her husband, died before the sale was complete. They never had the chance to share the fruits of their labor and sacrifice. Claire isn’t sure she wants to go on without him. This trip may be the end of a life or the beginning of something new. Only time will tell.

OOC: a closed thread to share with Subo97, an old friend

 

[Subo97]

“How about that one?”

“Looks like a nice lady,” Mike Sullivan answered his friend. Mike and Raequon had settled down in a corner booth in their local haunt to enjoy a cold beer. Raequon, as always, had his eye on every woman within seeing distance.

“Nice?” Raequon’s eyes darted back to the barmaid. “She’s perfect, dude.”

Mike laughed at his expressive friend. “All the more reason to avoid her.” he smiled, “And with my imperfections, I’m sure it’d be a bad match. I annoy perfect people”

“Well, it’s six months since your divorce,” his friend replied, “It’s about time to stop annoying women and start making them happy.” Mike laughed, but his friend had a point. He should be more accessible, but after too many years of “shoulds” Mike was just happy with the experience of himself. His friend was right about the barmaid as well, Mike thought, especially when she leaned forward to clean the bar. Cleavage that inviting deserved attention, a small price for a loss of solitude.

“No time,” Mike told his friend, “I’m off to St. Bar’s tomorrow. A friend loaned me his condo for a couple of weeks. It’ll be a nice break. ”

“Hmmmm, island girls,” Raequon began and went on to extol the qualities of the girls of Saint Barts…..

Two days later Mike realized why his friend did not extol the qualities of Saint Bart automobiles. His driver seemed clueless as to how to make his car do more than sit silently. The sun, as beautiful as it was, made a hike back to the terminal for a taxi very uninviting. That was when the arrival of an American compatriot changed his day for the better. Glancing back at the terminal, he put on his most charming smile and took a chance.

“I don’t suppose you’d give a fellow traveler a lift?” he said, cocking one eyebrow at the lovely American lady.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Claire was, by nature, a polite woman; a woman born in the modern South, to a mother who still upheld the manners of the old South. Manners that would not allow Claire to leave a fellow traveler stranded.

“Well...I...” she was hesitant, not eager to interact with anyone on the island, but reluctant to leave him standing in the tropical sun.

“Of course, how thoughtless of me, it would be an imposition.” The man stepped away from the shade of the vehicle, giving Claire her first real look at his face. He shook his head slightly and frowned. “No, you must have someone waiting for you; I’d only delay your arrival. I’m sure my friend here,” he patted his own driver on the shoulder, “can make other arrangements for me.”

“No, really, no one is waiting,” foolish to admit that, she thought belatedly. “I’d be happy to give you a lift Mister....?” Claire heard the offer come out of her mouth before her brain caught up with the impulse, and once out there was no taking it back.

“Sullivan, Mike Sullivan.” He came forward and took her much smaller hand in his. “Thanks, and to whom do I owe my rescue?”

“Claire...Gilbert,” she was momentarily disarmed by his touch, his nearness; it caused her to stammer a bit in response. The weakness annoyed her and a small scowl marred her features. She mentally scolded herself for behaving as if she’d never seen a handsome man before; or been touched by one. Certainly she had, and she knew very well how to deal with them. Not that he was handsome per se; he was too masculine, too rugged. “Oh Bother!” She thought as her thoughts went unexpectedly down that path.

“I’d hardly call it a rescue.” Her spine stiffened and her voice firmed, but her lips tilted up a bit in response to the tactic that caused her to offer the ride. “We aren’t in the back of beyond, Mr. Sullivan, merely on the far side of St Barts. I’m sure you’d have found some form of transportation before you died of starvation and exposure.”

Her composure back in place, she tugged gently at the hand he continued to hold, silently asking that he release it.

“Mike, please,” he urged her before letting her fingers slip slowly through his own. “...and I am dying for dinner and a drink.” He grinned with a charm that Claire was sure few women could resist. Her response was a brief smile as she turned to climb into the passenger seat of her own ride.

“Fine, we’ll drop you off first,” she said loudly enough for Mike and her driver to hear. Then, under her breath, “I haven’t gone completely soft, I still know better than to take a strange man right to my door.”

Mikes’ chuckle was lost in the slamming of the car door.

 

[Subo97]

awkward silence

Mike loved puzzles. Puzzling people, though, were not always a challenge he enjoyed. This Claire, for instanced waffled between warm and reserved, accessible and remote. “Maybe I’m too pushy,” Mike thought to himself. “ Lord knows I can be. You can’t be a successful teacher and a shrinking violet at the same time.”

“Of course,” Mike also thought, “I could have it all wrong.” When it came to women, he often was. That’s why solitude s so attractive, he chuckled as his host slammed the door.

There was an awkward silence for a few moments. Mike could hear the tires crunching on the gravel road, accentuating the quiet in the passenger compartment. Usually it was a soothing sound to Mike. Most of his free time was spent in the woods. When he wasn’t hunting, he was scouting, and the quieter the environment around him, the happier and more peaceful Mike felt. Given the last couple years of his life, Mike’s serenity was more precious than gold. If the price was solitude, then so be it. Still, this was different and the lady had gone out of her way when she didn’t have to. That deserved some gratitude.

Mike looked over at Claire. Her eyes were glued, straight down the road. This was a lady who understood control. “Thanks again for the ride,” Mike said. “It was a gracious thing to do. I hope I didn’t box you into a corner.” Mike thought he saw a softening in the hardness around her eyes. Mike blinked as her natural beauty slipped out.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Claire concentrated on loosening her locked shoulders and tried to remember how to relax. It wasn't easy. The events of the last year had caused her to build up a hard shell of control that she found difficult to release. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then did it again.

“I suppose you did, just a bit.” Claire said in what she hoped was a friendlier tone. “But I’ll try not to hold it against you. After all, your survival was at risk.”

Mike smiled at her small attempt at humor and responded in kind.

“Not just my own! I could have snapped any minute. Still could...I should have dinner. And you should join me.”

There it was, that grin again. Why did it make her so nervous?

“No, I shouldn’t, couldn’t...can’t. I mean, I haven’t even unpacked yet. And how would we get to dinner? In case you’ve forgotten, your car and driver are still sitting at the airport.”

That was reasonable, she told herself. He had no transportation and she needed to get settled. Dinner was out of the question though Claire felt an odd sense of disappointment that she might not see Mike again. She didn’t want to go to dinner with Mike. Did she? He was handsome...kind of sexy, if she was honest about it...and had a quick wit, which she liked in spite of herself. She didn’t want to be attracted to him. But when he’d taken her hand...there was a moment when she felt a tug of desire...something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Not a problem. There is a car in the garage of my condo. How long will it take you to unpack?”

“Ah...an hour” she admitted reluctantly as they pulled up in front of Mikes condo.

“Great. Give me the address and I’ll pick you up in an hour,” Mike said as he climbed from the car.

 

[Lady_Kit]

extra post deleted...because details like that bug me

 

[Subo97]

furtive glances

As Claire’s tension decreased, her beauty and Mike’s attention increased. What had started off as a short stint of sun and solitude, had suddenly turned into an interesting dance. For Mike, not looking for female companionship and ignoring it when fate produced it were two different things. Maybe this was going to be nothing, maybe it would turn out to be something very intriguing. As the conversation unfolded, furtive glances and Claire’s softening enhanced her presence.

Two deep breaths and her shoulders eased from her neck a bit. With the first breath, her neck earned more grace but it was the second breath and subsequent rise of her breasts that stopped his own for an extra second. Soft curves moved under the camisole and Mike forced himself to look out the window at the high blue sky and white sands. Long gazes at a woman’s breasts were a sure way to a short conversation.

Turning back, he watched her drive as they talked. The woman had a sure way with a car. The conversation never missed a beat as the car eased through a series of Esses. She was used to being in control. Again, furtive glances. The gravity of the roadway curves and her action on the gearshift slowly eased her skirt up her thigh. Her legs were every bit as interesting as her breasts. These were thighs that could hold onto a man, could vibrate messages against his ribs that he would not soon forget. Still, it was likely to be an unlikely thing.

They pulled up to what according to his directions was supposed to be his condo for the week.

“Not a problem. There is a car in the garage of my condo. How long will it take you to unpack?”


“Ah...an hour”

“Great. Give me the address and I’ll pick you up in an hour,” Mike said as he climbed from the car. Leaning back to reach out for a parting handshake, he treated himself to a less than furtive look at that camisole. This chance meeting was getting more fortuitous by the minute. Maybe this vacation wouldn’t be as lonely as expected.

Mike walked toward the condo and listened to the car drive away. He only turned around to look when he could no longer hear it, just in time to see it disappear into a heat mirage on the tropical road.

 

[Lady_Kit]

By the time Claire got herself and her bags into her rental cottage nearly 15 minutes had passed since she left Mike. That didn’t leave a lot of time to get ready so Claire stuck with the essentials; shower, hair, a little accent to the eyes and lips, and clothes. The first three were easy; the clothes presented a small problem.

The only item in her bags unwrinkled and fit for dinner was a deep blue halter-style dress. Claire was pretty sure that her daughter slipped it in the bag when she came to take Claire to the airport. It wasn’t something Claire would have packed for herself. The soft figure-hugging jersey ended at mid-thigh and plunged to a deep v between her breasts. Definitely something her daughter would buy to help jumpstart her moms’ love life.

“Shoes,” she said in frustration, “why didn’t she pack any decent shoes?”

With a wistful sigh for the selection of expensive footwear in her closet at home Claire stepped into a pair of simple cork-soled sandals with straps that wrapped around her ankles. She had to admit that the shoes did nice things for her legs. The dress took care of the rest; covering the front but leaving her back bare nearly to the point of impropriety. Claire twisted and turned in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom trying to see every angle.

“Dear Lord, he’ll think I’m coming on to him,” Claire muttered, but it pleased her that her 50 year old body could still wear a dress like this.

The crunch of tires on gravel told her that Mike had arrived. No time to change or back out now. She lifted her chin and went to answer his knock.

“Hello Mike. Can I offer you a drink before dinner? The cottage comes fully stocked so I should be able to scare up something.”

“Ah...yes...ah...no...um...maybe a drink would be good.”

He responded to her question with only a small part of his attention. Most of it was focused on her body; Claire felt the heat of his gaze on her skin.

Mike started with the top her head, and worked his way down with his eyes. Blond hair lay unbound and curling softly past Claire’s’ shoulders. Round silver earrings drew his eyes down her neck to the top of the blue fabric that lovingly covered her breasts. He paused long enough to note the slight bumps of her hardening nipples. Claire was surprised by her physical response; she could barely breathe while he finished his inspection.

“Come in,” Claire invited and stepped back to let Mike into the cottage.

 

[Subo97]

a man's mind(s)

Mike stood in the shower and let the hot water flow off his body, allowing the heat and the slight sting of the water droplets to ease the tension of the day from his body. The steamy environment and the prospect of dinner with Claire made his mind wander. While it was only dinner and would probably turn to nothing, he was a man and a man’s brain always wandered when it came to women. He wondered what lay under that camisole and how it would feel in his hands while he nuzzled her neck from behind. Would she sigh and lean backwards into his caresses or turn around and slap him? Would she welcome his hands sliding up those smooth, firm legs? Up the back of her thighs to her round bottom. He hadn’t noticed her behind before she got into the car. That deserved some further exploration.

As make applied shampoo to his hair, he smiled at the physical reaction to his meanderings. Still alive, even without magic pills. The evening would probably end with dinner but if it didn’t, how would Claire respond? Would she enjoy a man’s hands on her body? His lips? Would she put her hands on his head and push him lower to her breasts? Would she arch her back to push them into his mouth? Would she open her thighs to his exploring fingers? Would she grab hold of his hair as he licked her or grab the bed or sheets? Would she cover his hands with her own if he reached up to squeeze her breasts squeeze her breasts. Mike’s cock began to grow and bob as his fantasies deepened.
Would she be aggressive or passive. Mike imagined his soapy hands on her breasts, massaging her nipples, rolling them in his fingers. Would she like all that attention? Would she return the favor? Would she stroke him with her hand? Rub his tip on her nipples, smearing them with his pre-cum? Slide him between her breasts?

Mike leaned his forehead on the shower tile, palms flat on the wall and let the hot water run down his back. He shook his head at his engorged member. “You’ve got a mind of your own, Bub,” Mike laughed. His erection answered with a vision of Claire’s lips sliding over it. Was oral sex one of her talents? Did it give her pleasure the way licking a woman gave it to him? Would she moan as she moved her mouth on him? Would she take him deep, pressing her nose into his hair? Would she play with herself as she worked on his member or would she turn around into a sixty-nine position and lower her hips over her face for mutual pleasure? Would she lock her ankles behind his back. Would she straddle him and lean forward to allow him to suck her breasts or would she throw her head back and grind on him?

“Stop it, fool! You’ve been alone too long.” Mike reached over and turned the cold water on, turning off his least cognitive brain.

An hour later, Mike found himself at Claire’s door. When the door opened in answer to his knock, he almost forgot to breathe.

Claire looked even more beautiful in the waning sunlight than he had during the blazing height of the day. She had obviously gotten rid of some of the stress of her day as well, From her soft golden hair downward, she was a feast for the eyes. her blus dress was enticing. Some of his imaginings from before were proven true as he feasted on the inner curves of her breasts revealed in the vee of her dress. Faint but irresistable outlines of her nipples caused his eyes to linger before they slid downward and then back upto her eyes.

The offer of a drink was gratefully accepted. "Make it light, if you don't mind," Mike answered, "Just to be safe on the road." When she turned to walk to the bar, Mike paid attention this time as she walked away. The view made him wish he had asked for something stronger?

"We've got lots of great choices for dinner," he croaked, hoping his nervousness was not too obvious. "do you like, French, Creole or West Indian?" he decided to belabour the obvious. At least with an island this small, we won't have to worry about getting a view of the beach.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Claire looked at the water from the patio outside the cottage and listened to the soothing sound of the waves.

“I haven’t even looked at the view,” she said to Mike when she suggested that they take their glasses of chilled wine outside. “As you say, we don’t have to worry about a beach view on St Barts, but I haven’t seen mine yet.”

She was making small talk, trying to get herself past the fact that she felt nervous. “You must have much the same seascape outside your condo.”

“Probably,” Mike agreed, “but I didn’t take time to look...starvation and all that.” His smile was friendly and open as he tried to inject some humor into the moment. He seemed so much more relaxed than Claire felt!

“Oh, I’m sorry! Here I am going on about the view and you must be more than ready to go to dinner.” She took a gulp of her wine, more for courage than because she wanted it. God, what was wrong with her? Was she this out of practice where men were concerned?

Mike leaned forward, gently took the nearly empty wineglass and set it aside. He took her hand and spoke to her quietly.

“We’ve gotten off to a fast start. Haven’t we Claire? Why don’t we back up and go a little slower?”

“Yes, please,” she answered, and relaxed a bit, “I’d like that.”

“So, Claire. What brings you to St Barts? Business or pleasure?”

“Education.” She impulsively replied. “I’m trying to learn to live again. How about you? Business or pleasure?”

“Oh, pleasure, definitely pleasure,” he said. Then gave her that grin again, and Claire found herself staring at the lips that formed it. She wondered what those lips would feel like against hers...and if he’d enjoy putting them other places. She hoped she’d have the chance to find out.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving for dinner. The glass of wine and Mikes efforts at conversation left Claire feeling much more at ease. She found herself enjoying the company and the drive. With no particular destination in mind they drove until they came to a small restaurant perched above the beach. Mike pulled into the parking area, noting that it seemed crowded enough to be popular, but not so full that they’d have much of a wait. They were seated almost immediately at a table on a large deck. The tables were widely spaced and all had a view of the water.

Dinner proved to be lovely. Mike was excellent company, frequently making Claire laugh at some story about his teaching career. She felt so comfortable with him that over dessert she told him about her husband, the sale of the company, and her need to make a new start. By the time they stood outside her door they were almost old friends.

“Thank you for dinner, Mike. I’d ask you in for a nightcap, but it’s been a really long day for me.” Claire didn’t want him to think she was brushing him off; she wanted to see him again. She was tired, and truthfully not yet ready for anything beyond dinner.

They stood quietly, the moment pregnant with anticipation. Claire watched his face and knew that he was going to kiss her. Her eyes closed as his lips brushed against hers, once, twice, she swayed toward him hesitantly offering a deeper contact. Mike wrapped her in his arms and took her lips with a skill that Claire could not help but appreciate. Of their own volition her hands slid up his chest to wind around his neck as she pressed against him.

It had been so long since she'd been with a man! Thankfully, her body hadn't forgotten the way everything worked. Boldly the tip of her tongue touched Mikes lips, pressing for entry, hungry to taste him. He was a willing and skilled partner, meeting her move for move until Claire felt like she was on fire.

 

[Subo97]

sunsets and corn silk

Mike leaned in for what he had expected would be a pro forma kiss goodnight. After a few awkward moments at Claire’s cottage, inevitable, it seems, with every first date, Mike and Claire had settled into an easy, natural evening. Once Mike had taken to time to put Claire at ease by suggesting they move slower, the tension seemed to leave her body by the minute. Since neither of the two of them imbibed much alcohol, Mike credited their personalities. Despite his rampant fantasies earlier in the evening, Mike was glad for the respite and as a result, dinner went smoothly. Claire graciously listened to his classroom stories and genuinely seemed amused. Anyone working with kids has a treasure trove of anecdotes, given the foolishness of the young.

In the comfort of the Caribbean sunset, Claire had shared her personal story. Success is never an inoculation to loss and Claire seemed at peace with herself, or at least, projected herself that way. Mike was glad he had chosen the better angels of his mercy rather than listen to his lower brain. Not that he was without his own fears. Still they were easier to hide behind joviality it would have been ridiculous to compare his own losses by choice to her own. Nobility is easier, he chided himself, is easier when its in your self interest. The end result, though, was a mutual comfort and respect that made for a pleasant, risk free evening.

When Claire said, “Thank you for dinner, Mike. I’d ask you in for a nightcap, but it’s been a really long day for me” Mike was more than comfortable with the idea of an early night but what started as a friendly kiss slowly blossomed to something else. Claire’s lips responded to his with an increasing passion that he could not ignore. Mike gave into the pleasure of her soft lips as her arms and hands went around his neck. When Claire’s tongue brushed against his lips, Mike opened his mouth slightly to touch her probing tip with his own. After a moment of surprise, both of them gave into the experience of each other’s mouth. Mike felt his groin tighten and slid his hand down to the small of her back and pulled her tight against him. This would be so easy; Warm tropical night; two lonely people; intoxicating, sensual woman, and no commitment on the table. It felt to Mike that she was his for the taking.
“Damn,” He groaned inside, even as her tongue wrapped around his. His hand quivered on the small of her back and, for a moment, nearly slid down over her delightful ass. Instead, he moved it upward and forward to her ribs and gave a gentle push. When their lips broke, he sighed. “Slower,” he whispered, “a promise I’m beginning to regret.”

Claire chuckled softly and leaned her forehead against his chest. “A noble man,” she whispered in her sensual, whiskey, titillating voice.

“Out of character,” he replied. “I’m usually a much better carnivore.” Mike kissed the top of her head, reveling in the corn-silk softness of her golden hair. Oh, to have it fall forward to tickle his chest as she moved above him. This was not as easy as it should have been. “How about we go fast enough for a second date? Maybe a dip in the ocean?”

Claire’s smile was brighter than the Caribbean sun. “I’d like that,” she said, “let’s see where tomorrow goes.” Mike gave her a playful salute and tuned to go. He felt a pat on his behind. “By the way, tiger,” Claire hoarsely whispered, “the hotel has a clothing optional beach.” Before he turned around, he heard laughter and the door close.

 

[Lady_Kit]

A restless night

Hands, strong warm hands. Sliding down her back, fingers following her spine and sending shivers across her skin. Tracing the curve of her ass, the hands squeezed her, pulled her body tighter, closer. She wanted to grind herself against the hot hard length of him. Wanted to wrap her legs around him, slide onto his shaft until she buried deep inside her, ride him until the both exploded. They kissed, Claire moaned into this mouth, needing more wanting more.

“Do you like that Claire? Do you like it when I play with your tits?” Mikes’ voice was husky with desire as his hands continued their exploration of her body, now moving up until they found her bare breasts.

“Oh yes...that’s so good....I love to feel your hands on me,” she cried her voice thick with need. She let her own hands roam, stroking his shoulders, his chest, gliding across his stomach until she felt the coarse hair that surrounded his cock.

“What about you? Do you like to be played with, Mike?” Claire wrapped her hand around his hard shaft, measuring the length and size while sliding up and down over the smooth hot skin. She felt her body tighten in anticipation, grow wet and warm at the thought of him filling her, stretching her as she took him.

He groaned in the affirmative and pressed her against the wall. “But playtime is over,” he declared and moved his hand between her trembling thighs. His fingers sought the swollen lips of her sex, spreading her open and exposing her hard clit. Mike began to rub the hard nub, letting her juices coat his fingers, as he worked her over. Claire trembled, shuddered and gasped at his touch. Mike took her up, higher and higher, urging her on.

“Come for me Claire...come for me now...” and she felt the world drop away...

Claire woke with her hand clenched between her thighs and the bedding a tangled twisted mess around her body. She could still feel the ache of need and the clenching of her sex was almost an agony.

“Wet dreams? Really, Claire, at your age?” She asked herself as she came fully awake. Her clit pulsed against her fingers and for a moment she massaged herself, wishing she found real satisfaction in masturbation and not just a temporary easing of the ache. With a sigh of profound frustration she kicked aside the sheets and rose from bed.

Early morning sun greeted Claire as she stepped onto the path connecting the cottage and the beach. Most mornings her day began with stretches to keep her limber and a long run to clear the cobwebs from her mind. This morning it wasn’t cobwebs that she was trying to clear so much as it was an ongoing series of fantasies about Mike Sullivan.

It had taken forever to fall asleep, and when she finally did dreams of sex with Mike had washed over her like a series of storms. She closed the door last night knowing that he was right to keep to the slower course, but part of her wanted it fast, “and hard and hot and right against the door!” She said out loud to the new day what her subconscious had been thinking all night. She wanted Mike in a way she hadn’t wanted anyone in a long time.

She began her run, deliberately moving in the opposite direction from Mike’s condo. After a while the rhythm of her steps began to soothe her mind, if not her body. Claire thought about the day ahead. Her disclosure to Mike about the nude beach had been made to tease, but now it seemed like an excellent place to spend the afternoon; with suitable amounts of sun block of course. There were some places she definitely did not want to get burned! Claire smiled as she thought about asking Mike to take care of the hard to reach places and the chance to see if reality lived up to fantasy.

After the beach they could come back to the cottage. She could offer dinner tonight, maybe grill the steaks she'd seen in the refrigerator. Claire didn't want to rush into anything she'd regret, and was prepared to let nature take it's course with Mike. She was sure that the attraction she felt was mutual, but maybe his desire to keep things slow wasn't just for her. Perhaps Mike had his own issues and a holiday fling was not his style at all.

"Guess I'll just have to wait and see," she thought as she ran and considered what the day, and night, might bring.

 

[Subo97]

sunrise

“Hot, strong. And black,” Mike sighed as he sipped his coffee. “What more could a man ask for?” The eastern sky was still only slightly tinged with an amber glow but Mike was as awake as he needed to be. The coffee, sans cream and sugar as always was for his body not his mind. No sense starting a great day with a headache, the price of a minor addiction. “Claire, now,” he smiled to himself, “could become a major addiction.” Memories of her seeking tongue only encouraged that thought. He had awoken several hours earlier and listened to the sound of the rolling surf, imagining what else she could do with that talented tongue, wondering how his fingers would feel wrapped in her soft golden hair as she showed him. It had taken him an hour to fall back to sleep.

“Whoa, Tiger,” he thought, using the name she had teased him with, “This is not your first time around the block.” This vacation was supposed to be a break from relationship confusion, not a dive back into it. “ What did Claire want?” He couldn’t believe he had backed off the night before when she seemed so eager. The truth was, Mike liked the lady. “So, why not have some fun?” Mike sighed deep. Fun times too often ended up in pain or frustration in Mikes life.

“You’re too serious, dude,” he spoke over his coffee and drank heartily. “You’ve got sunshine, a secluded beach and a woman with exquisite breasts. Don’t fight it”

 

[Lady_Kit]

The lady takes a liberty...

“This is the life.” Mike mumbled sleepily from his face down position on a lounge chair. His head was turned away, face pillowed on his arms.

The sun was warm, the sky was a cloudless blue and the drink in her hand was cold. Claire sighed contentedly and turned to look at her companion. She slid her dark glasses, the only thing she was wearing, down her nose and let her gaze travel from his head to his feet.

“It is pretty perfect. Though I doubt you’ll be so happy if you end up with sunburn.”

His response was another mumble, but this time Claire had no idea what it was that he said.

“Would you like me to put some lotion on your back? Mike...Mike...? Are you asleep?” She chuckled then spoke the back of his head. “Well, so much for my allure. I guess I’m not as riveting as I hoped.”

A couple of drinks and prolonged time in the sun did make the temptation to doze off nearly irresistible, but she couldn’t let Mike blister while he napped. Claire rose, pulled a bottle of sunscreen from her bag and squeezed some into the palm of her hand. With a sense of anticipation that was in no little part sexual, Claire placed a knee between Mikes spread legs and, leaning forward until her bare breasts lightly touched the small of his back, began to carefully apply the protective lotion. The muscles beneath her hands were firm and well defined. Claire guessed that the strength she felt came more from physical activity than time spent in a gym; he didn’t seem the type to spend hours admiring himself in a wall of mirrors. Whatever the method, Claire liked the result. She made a small noise of approval and slid her fingers over the smooth flesh of his shoulders.

“Nicely put together for a teacher,” Claire purred while she added more lotion to her hand. She moved to straddle the lounge to better reach Mikes lower back and delightfully firm ass. Methodically, Claire applied lotion, lingering here and there as she worked her way down his body. By the time she finished her skin was flushed and she could feel her heart thumping like mad.

"And this just from putting on some SPF35 on your back." The look she'd had of the front of his body was nearly enough to make her drool; touching it might make her melt altogether. She allowed, with a grin, that it wouldn't be a bad way to go.

She moved back to her own chair, taking a moment to bend over to straighten out the towel before settling back down. While her pulse settled down to something like normal Claire let her eyes follow the shoreline until it disappeared around the curve of the beach. The only other occupants of their stretch of sand were a few gulls and a fisherman standing some distance away in the gently rolling surf. The hotel staff was all but invisible unless needed; the beach was a private a spot as anyone could want. That was a selling point for this part of the island, privacy and the seclusion to safely indulge in the sun and waves in the nude.

Claire applied another layer of lotion to her own exposed skin and let her eyes close against the sun...just for a moment...then she'd wake up Mike and suggest they go back to her place for dinner...she never meant to drift off herself...

 

[Subo97]

opportunity knocks

The combination of sun and wine almost conspired to ruin Mike’s day. A day that had begun with much promise. Having laid his reticence to rest, Mike had spent his morning between fantasy and nervousness waiting for his beach date with Claire. The nervousness increased with each mirror he passed and the condo had plenty, especially in the bedroom. One presumed they weren’t positioned for mere vanity. “Well,” he finally thought as he prepared to leave the condo for Claire’s hotel, “she’ll either like it or not.” He patted his stomach and laughed at himself. Some things you control, some things you don’t”
Mike’s self absorption eased when Clair answered the door. The first thing he noticed was her smile. In short order his eyes moved irresistibly to her outfit. A short, flimsy jacket covered a two piece swimsuit that revealed enough of Claire’s body to make him take a deep breath. Claire twirled a large straw had, deftly moving it in an arc and landing it on her head. “Let’s go, tiger,” she laughed, ” the sun and sand are waiting.” The walk behind her to the beach was a delight. Mike carried the small basket she had handed him and watched her hips swaying down the wooden walkway to the secluded beach. The short sun jacket, or whatever women called it—they had names for everything- reached just below her waist and allowed Mike an excellent view of her undulating hips.

When they reached the beach, Claire laughed and whirled, moving her body, arms outstretched , as effortlessly as she had tossed her hat earlier. “Isn’t this great?” she laughed, and untied the little bow that held her covering together. “How about some wine to loosen us up?” They drank the first glass in their bathing suits, Mikes eyes only leaving Claire’s to notice the outlines of her hardening nipples under her top. When Claire finished her wine with a swallow and reached back to undo and release her top, Mike tried not to be too obvious in his interest. The view of her breasts was well worth the wait, he thought and when her bottom slipped off he felt obligated to lose his own suit. He was thankful her own look seemed appreciative.

Watching her body, though, had stirred him, and he had begun to grow under her eyes. Mike chose to lie down on the lounge, hiding himself from her view. He poured himself another glass of wine and tried to distract himself with some idle chat but the sun and wine caught up with him. Or perhaps it was Claire’s breasts and sublime pink nipples that intoxicated him the most.
Mike’s nap was dreamless but, awakened by Claire’s hands and breasts on his back, his arousal did not dissipate. She used her breasts to massage his back while reaching down to cover his ass with her hands. At one point she applied lotion to his thighs, moving down to the back of his knees and back up to his torso, spreading his legs slightly. Purposely or inadvertently, her oiled fingertip brushed his balls before she stood up and returned to her own chaise. After that, sun or no sun, wine or no wine, Mike was too aroused for sleep. Shifting his hips to accommodate new pressure, Mike turned to look at Claire.

Claire’s eyes were closed as she lay on the chaise, her shallow breaths moving her breasts slowly up and down. Mike no longer minded staring and as he felt the heat of the sun on his own skin he thought of how it might be affecting hers. Rising he walked over to Claire, his erection bobbing from side to side as he moved. Looking down at her body, he resolved to return the favor she had graced him with and reached for the sun block and squeezed some into his hands. He slid his hands across her belly and she moved languorously, a small moan escaping her lips. When his oily hands curled around her breasts, a short gasp followed and Mike was no longer sure she was asleep. More of a massage than an application, the motion of his hands kneaded her breasts, gently but firmly, moving in circles to finish with her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Mike’s erection ached between his legs How easy it would be, he thought as he luxuriated in the feel of her breasts, to stand up and move forward, brush the tip of his cock against her lips. How would she react? “Slow down, tiger,” he heard her imaginary voice and decided to heed it. Still, there was no protest, and hope springs eternal as the poet said.

“You were alone when you got here,” he told himself, “What have you got to lose?” Mike let go of her left breast with his right hand and let it move down the length of her body. When it reached her pubic mound, he paused for a moment and applied the slightest of pressure before sliding his fingertip lower. She gasped deeply and Mike bent to take a hard nipple in his mouth as his finger began to caress her slit.