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I stepped out on my patio in my boxer shorts, shirtless and without shoes. I felt comfortable doing so, since I had a large back yard and a privacy fence. I turned on the garden hose and began watering the dozen or so potted plants when I looked over and saw my neighbor, a young twenty-something, doing the very same thing.
Her patio was a wee bit lower in elevation than mine, so in actuality I wasn’t looking over as much as I was looking down. Our houses were typical suburban houses, about fifteen feet apart. But our patios were more like twenty feet from each other.
Brenda was a head turner. She had moved in about six weeks earlier and while we had not formally introduced ourselves, we had exchanged waves on a couple of occasions. Brenda was sporting cut-off shorts and a cut off t-shirt, which was cut just a tad-bit short, because every time she would bend over, I could very easily make out the bottom portion of her luscious breasts. Suddenly, I realized I was watering my feet and not a potted plant. I stumbled over the hose and cursed myself.
Brenda straightened up and peered over at me. She held her plastic watering bucket in front of her.
“Hey,” she remarked.
“Hey,” I replied back, placing my finger over the end of the hose, spraying the grass in my backyard. Awkward moment: I wondered if perhaps I had been caught stealing a peek I shouldn’t have taken. Suddenly, I realized I was still in my boxer shorts so I turned off the hose and darted silently back into my kitchen. I continued my lurking, watching from the safety of my kitchen and the kitchen window.
I washed what few dishes were in my sink. I peered back outside to check on my neighbor and didn’t see her. My imagination was running wild. I retreated to the bathroom and took care of my frustration, then stepped into the shower.
I stepped back into my kitchen and looked for some breakfast. I peered out the kitchen window. No Brenda. Then I stopped and looked again. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was positioned on her stomach on top of huge beach towel, in her backyard, practically naked; her legs spread shoulder width apart, giving me a perfect view of her love box. She had on a peach colored bikini that was about three sizes too small. I watched as she attempted to re-adjust the tiny strip of cloth, inadvertently giving me a quick flash. She propped herself up on her elbows and fiddled with her cell phone. I slipped my hand into my boxer shorts and squeezed my stiffening cock.
I imagined sliding my cock into her pussy and what it might feel like. Within seconds, I shot a load of cum into the air. I watched as it splattered on to the kitchen floor and then as a second stream followed. I grabbed a bottle of Lysol and a wet mop and cleaned up the evidence.
I settled down at my computer to complete some unfinished work. I couldn’t get Brenda out of my mind. I stepped back into my kitchen and peered out the window. Brenda had disappeared. My heart sank.
I kept a close watch for her return but for several days, I didn’t see her.
About a week later, the doorbell rang one morning and when I opened it, I was surprised to see that it was Brenda.
“I’m making a cake,” she bashfully remarked, “and I just realized I was out of eggs. Would you happen to have two I could borrow?”
I didn’t know how one would borrow a couple of eggs, but I was more than willing to let have two of mine.
“Sure,” I replied, opening the door and motioning with my hand for her to come in.
Brenda briefly looked around as she followed me to my kitchen. I reached into the refrigerator and pulled out two eggs. Brenda was standing at the doors that lead to my backyard.
“I love all your plants,” she remarked as she gazed out the door.
“It’s a love-hate relationship,” I replied, stretching out my hand with the eggs in them. Brenda took the eggs from my hand.
“Thanks,” she responded. There was a momentary pause as both of us looked at each other.
“Does Brenda have a last name?” I asked.
“Yes,” Brenda responded, “Everyone has a last name.”
“Except the Pope,” I replied. Brenda laughed and responded, “Bishop.”
“Bishop?” I inquired.
“Brenda Bishop,” she replied, with a giggle. The exchange was just the icebreaker I needed. I learned that Brenda was a nurse, which explained her somewhat erratic schedule. She was originally Long Beach California, which explained her penchant for sun-tanning half-naked.
“I miss the beach,” Brenda extolled, leaning against my kitchen counter top.
“There is always the back yard,” I remarked. “You could create your own beach.”
“It’s just not the same,” Brenda remarked.
“Have you ever been to Padre Island?” I inquired. Brenda was totally oblivious to anything about Texas beaches. I opened my lap top, which was on the dining room table and clicked on my web browser as Brenda looked on. Within seconds, we were on the beach.
“Oh wow!” she exclaimed, “That is so beautiful!”
“We should go sometime,” I remarked.
“That would be cool,” Brenda replied. “Maybe I can get a few days off from work and we could spend a long weekend there.”
I was stunned. I had just met my neighbor and within an hour, we were planning a trip to Padre Island. We exchanged phone numbers and she said she would let me know if she could get some time away from work.
We walked towards my front door.
“You know, everyone told me that Texas people were stuck up,” Brenda remarked as I opened my front door, “But I think Californians are just a bit too full of themselves.”
I smiled. Brenda leaned over to where I stood and planted a soft kiss my jaw.
“Thanks for the eggs,” Brenda remarked, “I’ll let you know about Padre.”
I wasn’t in love, but I was in lust. She was too damn cute.
About an hour later she called. The trip to Padre was on.
Friday couldn’t come soon enough. I piled a couple of folding chairs into the back of my SUV, along with a change of clothes and my swimming trunks. I dialed Brenda’s number. Within minutes, she had added a small luggage to my SUV and we were on the road to Padre Island, about an eight hour drive away.
Our conversation was light. We talked about her family, my family, our favorite foods, movies, past vacations, places we had visited and places we’d like to visit. We chatted briefly about past relationships and current relationships. Neither of us were tied to any one person. In between, we stuffed ourselves with chips and dip, celery sticks and cheese sticks and apples dipped in peanut butter.
Brenda sported cut off shorts and her trade-marked cut off t-shirt, under which she wore her peach colored bikini. I figured this out as she stretched in the seat beside me, her arms reaching into thin air over her head. She unfastened the top button of her shorts. I could very easily make out the top of her bikini bottoms.
“I so need to work on my tan,” Brenda remarked. She was all of about a hundred and three pounds. She peeled out of her cut-off t-shirt and re-adjusted her bikini top. She slipped her Ray bans over her nose and closed her eyes.
Thump-thump-thump-thumpity-thump,thump, thump.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” Brenda remarked as I strayed on to the alert buttons on the side of the road.
“Sorry,” I replied, “I got distracted.”
We had no specific place planned for spending the night. I stopped at a Holiday Inn and it was sold out. The same was true with the Comfort Inn, the Extended Stay Suites, the Hampton and several other name-brand hotels. Finally, I saw a one-story 1950’s style pastel-colored villa motel on a side road, with a blinking sign that read, 'Vacancy.' Even better, it faced the beach. I pulled in and paid the hundred and twenty bucks the older lady wanted for their only room left...with a King sized bed.
I returned to the car and looked at Brenda.
“I have good news and bad news,” I remarked. “The good news- they have one room left, so I got it.”
I didn’t say anything else. Brenda looked at me.
“And the bad news?” she inquired.
“It only has one bed and no pull-out sofa or roll-aways,” I remarked.
“No problem,” Brenda replied. “We’ll just sleep with our clothes on. You seem like an honorable guy.”
“Oh wow!” I replied, “I don’t know if that is good or bad.”
The beach was calling. Brenda couldn’t wait. She stepped from the SUV and proceeded to strip out of her cut off shorts. She stood and readjusted her bikini, giving me an accidental flash. She reached into the back seat to retrieve a beach towel from her wicker bag, again providing me more than a great view of her 36 C cup breasts, her bikini top barely covering everything that needed to be covered.
By the time I grabbed my towel, Brenda was already waist-deep into the surf. The beach was practically empty. I laid out my towel, beside the one Brenda had put out about twenty yards from the surf and plopped down on it. I squeezed a glob of sunscreen from the tube and liberally applied it over my torso, arms and legs.
Brenda playfully splashed in the surf and then planted herself on to the beach, the waves lapping at her waist. She flipped on to her stomach and looked in my direction.
“Come on!” she yelled. “This is great!”
I strolled into the surf until I was about waist deep. A wave crashed into me and suddenly I was neck deep. I made my way back to a safer depth as Brenda laughed. “Been a while since you were at a beach, eh?”
After about an hour of beach play, we headed to the hotel.
The room was spacious and had an excellent view of the beach. Brenda stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. I waited until I heard the shower running and I tapped lightly on the door.
“Come in,” Brenda replied from behind the shower curtain. I cracked the door open.
“Do you want to go get something to eat or shall I order a pizza?” I inquired.
“Oh God, no,” Brenda replied, “I’m not even hungry!”
“Okie dokie,” I replied, closing the shower door. I retreated to the bed and turned on the television. It was about seven and the sun was setting. Brenda stepped from the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around her, water still streaming from her long brown hair.
She rummaged through a small bag and re-treated to the bathroom with her cut off shorts and cut-ff shirt in hand. A few minutes later, she emerged, dressed in her shorts and cut-off t-shirt, toweling off the water from her hair.
“Your turn,” Brenda remarked. I stepped into the small bathroom. Brenda’s tiny bikini hung on the towel rack. I left the door ajar, just slightly, as I stripped from my damp swimming trunks. I placed them on the same rack as Brenda’s bikini and stepped into the shower. The spray of the fresh water felt great on my body.
I stepped from the shower and suddenly realized, I hadn’t packed any underwear. I wrapped the bath towel around my waist and stepped into the main room. Brenda was asleep on the bed, curled up into a fetal position on the bed.
I grabbed the jeans I had packed, re-treated to the bathroom and slipped into them. I slipped on a button down shirt that I had packed, but left it unbuttoned. I slid on to the bed beside Brenda and stretched out. She moaned softly as I re-positioned myself. The light from the television flickered across the room. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
A loud thud outside the room woke me up. I surmised it was someone slamming a room door next to our room.
“What was that?” Brenda asked.
“Someone slamming a door,” I replied. Brenda instinctively placed her arm across my bare chest and tossed a leg over mine.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Brenda remarked as she snuggled up closer to me. The light of the television was the only light on in our room. I put my arm around her and pulled her in closer, as she rested her head on my shoulder.
Brenda rested her hand on my bare chest for a few seconds, and then slowly lowered her hand to my abdomen. This resulted in a very familiar stirring within my jeans. I unsnapped the top button to find some relief. Brenda casually slipped her fingers in past the waist band of my jeans. I slipped my hand under her cut-off t-shirt and on to one of her uncovered breasts. Her nipple was strong and hard. I teased it between my fore-finger and a thumb. Brenda took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
“This is dangerous,” I whispered.
“If it weren’t dangerous,” Brenda whispered back, “It wouldn’t be fun.”
I rolled Brenda on to her back, stripping her of her cut off t-shirt in the process. Her 36 C cup breast longed for attention. Her nipples stood erect on top her natural breasts. I slipped my tongue over one and sucked on it for a few brief seconds. As I did, Brenda slipped her cut-off shorts past her thighs, knees and ankles. In the flickering light of the television, I could see that she was cleanly shaven.
I slipped my hand down to her pubic area and slid a lone finger into her very wet pussy. As I did, she moaned her approval. Within seconds, I was naked. I looked over at Brenda. She still had her eyes closed. I pressed my lips against hers. Our tongues collided in a burst of action and unbridled passion.
Brenda pulled me on top of herself, my body pressing naked against hers. I propped myself up on my elbows and gently brushed her hair back from her face. My cock was resting right at the entry to her pussy.
“I didn’t bring any protection,” I said.
“You won’t need it,” Brenda replied.
I slipped my cock into her pussy as she let out a short, “Oh my god! Fuck me, fuck... fuck me.”
She was tight. I pushed farther into her, the all-too-familiar feeling of a warm moist pussy clamping down on my cock. As I pushed deeper, my pelvis met hers in a crash of uncontrollable excitement.
Brenda was panting as I pummeled her pussy, hammering away at her until she couldn’t contain her excitement. She wrapped her legs around me and clawed at my back. I forced my tongue down her throat and she shuddered. Her entire body tensed as she trembled.
Her juices flooded the bed. I shot my load deep inside of her as she moaned and begged for more. Brenda’s hands were now clinched into fists as she locked herself on to me. Another strong tremor overtook her tiny body before she went totally limp.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “I will be.”
I slipped off of her and to her side. Almost immediately, I apologized.
“No, no, no,” Brenda responded, planting her hand on my bare chest. “I’ve been wanting you ever since I first saw you watering your plants.”
I stared at the ceiling as the television lights continued to flicker across the room. Brenda pulled the covers back on the bed and slipped under them. I slipped under them as well, still naked.
“I guess,” I replied, “This might be one of the better vacations I have ever taken.”
Brenda silently snuggled up next to me. “Have you ever made love on a beach under the stars?” she inquired. I hadn’t, but that night, Brenda opened my eyes to an experience I had never even ventured to think about. We watched the sun come up that morning and we have been sharing our mornings together ever since. Next week, we celebrate twenty years of sharing morning sunrises.
And the potted plants are still doing well.
Her patio was a wee bit lower in elevation than mine, so in actuality I wasn’t looking over as much as I was looking down. Our houses were typical suburban houses, about fifteen feet apart. But our patios were more like twenty feet from each other.
Brenda was a head turner. She had moved in about six weeks earlier and while we had not formally introduced ourselves, we had exchanged waves on a couple of occasions. Brenda was sporting cut-off shorts and a cut off t-shirt, which was cut just a tad-bit short, because every time she would bend over, I could very easily make out the bottom portion of her luscious breasts. Suddenly, I realized I was watering my feet and not a potted plant. I stumbled over the hose and cursed myself.
Brenda straightened up and peered over at me. She held her plastic watering bucket in front of her.
“Hey,” she remarked.
“Hey,” I replied back, placing my finger over the end of the hose, spraying the grass in my backyard. Awkward moment: I wondered if perhaps I had been caught stealing a peek I shouldn’t have taken. Suddenly, I realized I was still in my boxer shorts so I turned off the hose and darted silently back into my kitchen. I continued my lurking, watching from the safety of my kitchen and the kitchen window.
I washed what few dishes were in my sink. I peered back outside to check on my neighbor and didn’t see her. My imagination was running wild. I retreated to the bathroom and took care of my frustration, then stepped into the shower.
I stepped back into my kitchen and looked for some breakfast. I peered out the kitchen window. No Brenda. Then I stopped and looked again. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was positioned on her stomach on top of huge beach towel, in her backyard, practically naked; her legs spread shoulder width apart, giving me a perfect view of her love box. She had on a peach colored bikini that was about three sizes too small. I watched as she attempted to re-adjust the tiny strip of cloth, inadvertently giving me a quick flash. She propped herself up on her elbows and fiddled with her cell phone. I slipped my hand into my boxer shorts and squeezed my stiffening cock.
I imagined sliding my cock into her pussy and what it might feel like. Within seconds, I shot a load of cum into the air. I watched as it splattered on to the kitchen floor and then as a second stream followed. I grabbed a bottle of Lysol and a wet mop and cleaned up the evidence.
I settled down at my computer to complete some unfinished work. I couldn’t get Brenda out of my mind. I stepped back into my kitchen and peered out the window. Brenda had disappeared. My heart sank.
I kept a close watch for her return but for several days, I didn’t see her.
About a week later, the doorbell rang one morning and when I opened it, I was surprised to see that it was Brenda.
“I’m making a cake,” she bashfully remarked, “and I just realized I was out of eggs. Would you happen to have two I could borrow?”
I didn’t know how one would borrow a couple of eggs, but I was more than willing to let have two of mine.
“Sure,” I replied, opening the door and motioning with my hand for her to come in.
Brenda briefly looked around as she followed me to my kitchen. I reached into the refrigerator and pulled out two eggs. Brenda was standing at the doors that lead to my backyard.
“I love all your plants,” she remarked as she gazed out the door.
“It’s a love-hate relationship,” I replied, stretching out my hand with the eggs in them. Brenda took the eggs from my hand.
“Thanks,” she responded. There was a momentary pause as both of us looked at each other.
“Does Brenda have a last name?” I asked.
“Yes,” Brenda responded, “Everyone has a last name.”
“Except the Pope,” I replied. Brenda laughed and responded, “Bishop.”
“Bishop?” I inquired.
“Brenda Bishop,” she replied, with a giggle. The exchange was just the icebreaker I needed. I learned that Brenda was a nurse, which explained her somewhat erratic schedule. She was originally Long Beach California, which explained her penchant for sun-tanning half-naked.
“I miss the beach,” Brenda extolled, leaning against my kitchen counter top.
“There is always the back yard,” I remarked. “You could create your own beach.”
“It’s just not the same,” Brenda remarked.
“Have you ever been to Padre Island?” I inquired. Brenda was totally oblivious to anything about Texas beaches. I opened my lap top, which was on the dining room table and clicked on my web browser as Brenda looked on. Within seconds, we were on the beach.
“Oh wow!” she exclaimed, “That is so beautiful!”
“We should go sometime,” I remarked.
“That would be cool,” Brenda replied. “Maybe I can get a few days off from work and we could spend a long weekend there.”
I was stunned. I had just met my neighbor and within an hour, we were planning a trip to Padre Island. We exchanged phone numbers and she said she would let me know if she could get some time away from work.
We walked towards my front door.
“You know, everyone told me that Texas people were stuck up,” Brenda remarked as I opened my front door, “But I think Californians are just a bit too full of themselves.”
I smiled. Brenda leaned over to where I stood and planted a soft kiss my jaw.
“Thanks for the eggs,” Brenda remarked, “I’ll let you know about Padre.”
I wasn’t in love, but I was in lust. She was too damn cute.
About an hour later she called. The trip to Padre was on.
Friday couldn’t come soon enough. I piled a couple of folding chairs into the back of my SUV, along with a change of clothes and my swimming trunks. I dialed Brenda’s number. Within minutes, she had added a small luggage to my SUV and we were on the road to Padre Island, about an eight hour drive away.
Our conversation was light. We talked about her family, my family, our favorite foods, movies, past vacations, places we had visited and places we’d like to visit. We chatted briefly about past relationships and current relationships. Neither of us were tied to any one person. In between, we stuffed ourselves with chips and dip, celery sticks and cheese sticks and apples dipped in peanut butter.
Brenda sported cut off shorts and her trade-marked cut off t-shirt, under which she wore her peach colored bikini. I figured this out as she stretched in the seat beside me, her arms reaching into thin air over her head. She unfastened the top button of her shorts. I could very easily make out the top of her bikini bottoms.
“I so need to work on my tan,” Brenda remarked. She was all of about a hundred and three pounds. She peeled out of her cut-off t-shirt and re-adjusted her bikini top. She slipped her Ray bans over her nose and closed her eyes.
Thump-thump-thump-thumpity-thump,thump, thump.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” Brenda remarked as I strayed on to the alert buttons on the side of the road.
“Sorry,” I replied, “I got distracted.”
We had no specific place planned for spending the night. I stopped at a Holiday Inn and it was sold out. The same was true with the Comfort Inn, the Extended Stay Suites, the Hampton and several other name-brand hotels. Finally, I saw a one-story 1950’s style pastel-colored villa motel on a side road, with a blinking sign that read, 'Vacancy.' Even better, it faced the beach. I pulled in and paid the hundred and twenty bucks the older lady wanted for their only room left...with a King sized bed.
I returned to the car and looked at Brenda.
“I have good news and bad news,” I remarked. “The good news- they have one room left, so I got it.”
I didn’t say anything else. Brenda looked at me.
“And the bad news?” she inquired.
“It only has one bed and no pull-out sofa or roll-aways,” I remarked.
“No problem,” Brenda replied. “We’ll just sleep with our clothes on. You seem like an honorable guy.”
“Oh wow!” I replied, “I don’t know if that is good or bad.”
The beach was calling. Brenda couldn’t wait. She stepped from the SUV and proceeded to strip out of her cut off shorts. She stood and readjusted her bikini, giving me an accidental flash. She reached into the back seat to retrieve a beach towel from her wicker bag, again providing me more than a great view of her 36 C cup breasts, her bikini top barely covering everything that needed to be covered.
By the time I grabbed my towel, Brenda was already waist-deep into the surf. The beach was practically empty. I laid out my towel, beside the one Brenda had put out about twenty yards from the surf and plopped down on it. I squeezed a glob of sunscreen from the tube and liberally applied it over my torso, arms and legs.
Brenda playfully splashed in the surf and then planted herself on to the beach, the waves lapping at her waist. She flipped on to her stomach and looked in my direction.
“Come on!” she yelled. “This is great!”
I strolled into the surf until I was about waist deep. A wave crashed into me and suddenly I was neck deep. I made my way back to a safer depth as Brenda laughed. “Been a while since you were at a beach, eh?”
After about an hour of beach play, we headed to the hotel.
The room was spacious and had an excellent view of the beach. Brenda stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. I waited until I heard the shower running and I tapped lightly on the door.
“Come in,” Brenda replied from behind the shower curtain. I cracked the door open.
“Do you want to go get something to eat or shall I order a pizza?” I inquired.
“Oh God, no,” Brenda replied, “I’m not even hungry!”
“Okie dokie,” I replied, closing the shower door. I retreated to the bed and turned on the television. It was about seven and the sun was setting. Brenda stepped from the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around her, water still streaming from her long brown hair.
She rummaged through a small bag and re-treated to the bathroom with her cut off shorts and cut-ff shirt in hand. A few minutes later, she emerged, dressed in her shorts and cut-off t-shirt, toweling off the water from her hair.
“Your turn,” Brenda remarked. I stepped into the small bathroom. Brenda’s tiny bikini hung on the towel rack. I left the door ajar, just slightly, as I stripped from my damp swimming trunks. I placed them on the same rack as Brenda’s bikini and stepped into the shower. The spray of the fresh water felt great on my body.
I stepped from the shower and suddenly realized, I hadn’t packed any underwear. I wrapped the bath towel around my waist and stepped into the main room. Brenda was asleep on the bed, curled up into a fetal position on the bed.
I grabbed the jeans I had packed, re-treated to the bathroom and slipped into them. I slipped on a button down shirt that I had packed, but left it unbuttoned. I slid on to the bed beside Brenda and stretched out. She moaned softly as I re-positioned myself. The light from the television flickered across the room. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
A loud thud outside the room woke me up. I surmised it was someone slamming a room door next to our room.
“What was that?” Brenda asked.
“Someone slamming a door,” I replied. Brenda instinctively placed her arm across my bare chest and tossed a leg over mine.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Brenda remarked as she snuggled up closer to me. The light of the television was the only light on in our room. I put my arm around her and pulled her in closer, as she rested her head on my shoulder.
Brenda rested her hand on my bare chest for a few seconds, and then slowly lowered her hand to my abdomen. This resulted in a very familiar stirring within my jeans. I unsnapped the top button to find some relief. Brenda casually slipped her fingers in past the waist band of my jeans. I slipped my hand under her cut-off t-shirt and on to one of her uncovered breasts. Her nipple was strong and hard. I teased it between my fore-finger and a thumb. Brenda took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
“This is dangerous,” I whispered.
“If it weren’t dangerous,” Brenda whispered back, “It wouldn’t be fun.”
I rolled Brenda on to her back, stripping her of her cut off t-shirt in the process. Her 36 C cup breast longed for attention. Her nipples stood erect on top her natural breasts. I slipped my tongue over one and sucked on it for a few brief seconds. As I did, Brenda slipped her cut-off shorts past her thighs, knees and ankles. In the flickering light of the television, I could see that she was cleanly shaven.
I slipped my hand down to her pubic area and slid a lone finger into her very wet pussy. As I did, she moaned her approval. Within seconds, I was naked. I looked over at Brenda. She still had her eyes closed. I pressed my lips against hers. Our tongues collided in a burst of action and unbridled passion.
Brenda pulled me on top of herself, my body pressing naked against hers. I propped myself up on my elbows and gently brushed her hair back from her face. My cock was resting right at the entry to her pussy.
“I didn’t bring any protection,” I said.
“You won’t need it,” Brenda replied.
I slipped my cock into her pussy as she let out a short, “Oh my god! Fuck me, fuck... fuck me.”
She was tight. I pushed farther into her, the all-too-familiar feeling of a warm moist pussy clamping down on my cock. As I pushed deeper, my pelvis met hers in a crash of uncontrollable excitement.
Brenda was panting as I pummeled her pussy, hammering away at her until she couldn’t contain her excitement. She wrapped her legs around me and clawed at my back. I forced my tongue down her throat and she shuddered. Her entire body tensed as she trembled.
Her juices flooded the bed. I shot my load deep inside of her as she moaned and begged for more. Brenda’s hands were now clinched into fists as she locked herself on to me. Another strong tremor overtook her tiny body before she went totally limp.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “I will be.”
I slipped off of her and to her side. Almost immediately, I apologized.
“No, no, no,” Brenda responded, planting her hand on my bare chest. “I’ve been wanting you ever since I first saw you watering your plants.”
I stared at the ceiling as the television lights continued to flicker across the room. Brenda pulled the covers back on the bed and slipped under them. I slipped under them as well, still naked.
“I guess,” I replied, “This might be one of the better vacations I have ever taken.”
Brenda silently snuggled up next to me. “Have you ever made love on a beach under the stars?” she inquired. I hadn’t, but that night, Brenda opened my eyes to an experience I had never even ventured to think about. We watched the sun come up that morning and we have been sharing our mornings together ever since. Next week, we celebrate twenty years of sharing morning sunrises.
And the potted plants are still doing well.
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