Ghost of Statum ShoresChapter 7
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Sarah and I had been working our butts off, and we decided on a vacation. We thought of getting away from the usual hubbub of our lives. We devoured every pamphlet of every resort in the Caribbean and were about to give up when we found the one brochure that sounded close to what we wanted.
Lonely Shores advertised good food, a private beach, a relaxed atmosphere, and no children. They promoted older couples from the 30 to 60 age range. We were on the young end of that range, but it sounded just like we wanted. I wanted to take Sarah someplace where she could relax and relive the passion we shared during our honeymoon. We were a very active couple, but our lovemaking seemed to always be in a hurry. This looked like a chance for us to explore our needs at a much-relaxed pace. Where both of us could feel the full impact on our bodies and cherished.
We agreed this was the place and had our travel agent make the necessary arrangements. I really looked forward to the trip. I even went to a little dress shop that she uses to buy her a bikini to wear. She usually wears a one-piece suit, but I thought maybe she would get a bit wild and enjoy being exposed to others and not just me.
The trip required an airplane ride and a boat ride to a small island where Lonely Shores Resort resided. There was not much activity in the lobby or around the island. The gentleman who checked us in sang the praises of the place.
"Mr. and Mrs., you find much quiet and privacy at our beautiful resort. We stay out your business and hope you enjoy whatever you do. We do have a very private beach to sun yourself as you see fit. All our meals are privately served in your room or on the open deck near the beach. In summary, we do not observe your comings or goings and hope you enjoy all that stay here."
As we entered our room, our bags were already in the room. Sarah looked at me and said, "That welcoming speech sounded provocative. I wonder how far this goes."
"Oh hon, he had to make it sound wonderful."
With that, I pulled the bikini I bought out of my bag and presented it to my lovely wife. She took one look at it and asked, "You want me to wear that outside around the resort?"
I had to admit there was not much to it. I remember the shop owner saying to me, "I always tell her if you got em show em. I know the suit is more than she likes to show, but hell, it is vacation, live a little."
"I will have to see if I wear this or not. I will see what other women are wearing. I will wear it in here for you and thank you for thinking of me in that way."
I never thought Sarah realized how sexy she is. At my office Christmas party proved that as she wasn't hardly showing anything, with many men drooling over her. Sarah did complain to me about the excessive touching as the evening wore on. Still, with everybody drinking, it was bound to happen. When I asked her where she was being touched, she answered, "Now, where do you think. It wasn't my arm!"
She danced with a few of them, and they held her close, but I saw nothing of wandering hands. I only remember one of the less classy saying to me, "You lucky bastard, fucking that." I just ignored it, and he did apologize to me at work
I said to Sarah, "You ready to explore this paradise?"
"No, you go ahead. I am going to take a nap."
I understood that because the boat ride was not exactly smooth. I put on my swimming trunks that Sarah hates because the suit shows too much of me, but it is the fashion. I left her to her nap and made my way to the beach. There was only one person on the beach, sunning herself. She was an older woman in her late 50's but wearing the newest style of bikini.
"Ho, ho, a newcomer. Welcome to Pleasure Island."
"Well, thank you. This is a beautiful place."
"It is, and it just got better."
I just smiled because I knew where she was looking. I took my first real good look at her, and she was built like a brick shit house. For her age, she had a Venus figure, and the bikini did not hide much. A very sexy woman alone on this sandy beach.
"I hope my wife and I enjoy it here. I hope you and your husband enjoy it too."
"Oh, my Henry passed about five years ago, and I come here every year since for a little entertainment."
"My name is Joe, and my wife's name is Sarah. I hope you get to meet her."
"My name is Mabel, and I saw your wife on your way in. A real beauty, I hope I get to meet her."
"Joe, I have a question, "I try to keep myself evenly tanned. Men seem to like that. Would you mind if I took off my top to even things out?"
When I didn't object, she untied the top on the back of her neck, and the suit slid down her breasts. She had a set of knockers on her that you rarely see on a woman of that age. Her nipples were pink and pushed forward. I was worried I would show the effect of looking at them.
"One more question, Joe. Kind of like the last one, but I hate string marks across my hips. Would you mind if I took my bottom of?"
I knew if she did, I would get a hard-on, but said, "No problem."
She untied the bottom's strings, and soon the bottom was laying on her beach bag on top of the bikini top. I could feel myself getting hard, and she knew it, staring at the front of my trunks.
"Ah, Joe, I am making you uncomfortable. I am sorry, do you want me to put them back on.?"
I exclaimed, "No! No!"
"Well, honey, you could always take those trunks, making you uncomfortable off. I wouldn't mind."
I knew if I did, I would wind up fucking this gorgeous mature woman right on this beach. Like reading my mind, she said, "You can if you want to."
I said, "If I do, Mabel, I will want to fuck you."
"Joe, I think that is the idea."
Being stupid, I took my trunks off, and I stood out straight. Mabel cooed, "Oh Joe, that is a nice one. Kneel down next to me, Joe."
I knelt down and sat back on my heels. My dick was throbbing as it stood tall. Mabel rolled over, and I got to see her pussy. It looked like a 30-year-old and not one of an older woman. It was bare and smooth, and I ached by looking at it. Mabel then leaned down and started licking the head as she held my balls softly in her hand. She worked my dick so well that when she slipped it into her mouth, the pleasure was almost unbearable. I shot into her mouth.
With cum running out the side of her mouth, she said, "Kiss me, Joe. My Henry always did."
I complied and tasted my own cum on her lips.
"Your Henry must have been a happy man."
"Oh, he was, Joe, he was. Now go take a swim in the ocean and think of me and relax. I got more for you that I think you will enjoy it."
The water felt good on my body, and I hoped what was to come was even better.
o0o
I opened my eyes, wondering how long I had napped. I looked around but saw no evidence of Joe's return. The nap did me good because I felt horny and hoped he would return soon. I looked on the chair where Joe had thrown the bikini he had bought for me. I thought, 'If this is what he would like to see me wearing, then I am not going to disappoint him.'
I proceeded to remove tags, then slipped out of my clothes and put on the bikini. I never realized how small it was until I had it on and looked in the full-length mirror on a closet door.
With little lining on the bikini, what a sight I was. I was hanging out on both sides of the top while my nipples were outlined in each panel. The bottom front was just above my mound, and I was outlined perfectly. I thought, 'Icannot believe he would want me to wear this in front of anybody.' I did make up my mind I was going to please him.
I went outside and looked around but no Joe. I made my way to the check-in counter and met the same man who gave us the pitch of Lonely Shores' wonderment. I asked about Joe, and his answers were mumbled at best.
"Not sure... think may go beach."
He was staring at me with eyes of desire, and I thought sure he was playing with himself behind the counter. I was doing nothing to provoke him into playing with himself if you don't count standing in front of him almost nude. A gal could easily get laid in this bikini.
I thanked him and headed for the beach. He followed me outside and watched me purposely sway my way to the beach. I did emphasize my walk, being my ass cheeks were almost totally out. I was enjoying the whole thing, which surprised me.
I found the beach and no Joe to be seen. An older woman lay sunning herself. She, too, was wearing a bikini. Hers was not as provocative as mine, but it was sexy.
"Excuse me. Did you see a gentleman come by this way? I am looking for my husband."
"Do you mean, Joe? You must be Sarah. I am Mabel, and yes, he is taking a dip and a walk along the beach. Stay here by me. He won't be gone long."
"Thank you, Mabel, but I think I will try and find him."
"OK. I have to tell you, Joe raves about you, and I can see why. Joe knows he is fortunate to have you in his life. He did mention that he bought you that suit but doubted you would wear it."
"He was almost right about that."
"Oh Sarah, don't be that way. With that body of yours, you could have any man or woman you wanted."
"I was hoping to find him to get his reaction to this bikini."
"Sarah, I am sure he will want to fuck you."
I could not believe she said that to me, but the way she was looking at me. She had desires of her own. I have been around women in my job who looked at me the same way and then propositioned me. It would sometimes be a tempting fulfilling fantasy that most women have, but I always turned them down.
Mabel asked, "Hon, would you mind helping me untie this string behind my neck?" I went to her and untied her bikini top while her back pressed against my leg. The top came off and exposed breasts that should have been on a younger woman. As I looked at her boobs, she was undoing the strings on the suit bottom. Looking at her, I hoped that I would have a body that held up like that through the years at her age.
"I like to keep the tan even across my body. Nothing turns a man on like a smooth tan with no lines anywhere on you. You ought to take yours off to let the sun smooth you out. Hell, you are practically nude in that suit anyway, so why not."
Mabel spoke the truth, so I took off the damn bikini and laid down next to her. I felt relaxed next to her.
"You have such a beautiful body, Sarah. It is such a lovely thing to see. I would imagine it would be the same to touch you."
I lay there not believing this woman was turning me on with just words. The top of my left nipple was touched, and then a gentle hand engulfed my breast. I felt the surges in my groin. The kiss then sucking of my nipple did wonders toward making me wet between my legs.
"Your husband must be delighted with that gorgeous pussy of yours. Does he eat it for you?"
"Yes, and I like that very much."
"Sarah, have you ever had a woman do that to you? We are so much better than a man."
"That is what I always heard."
"Would you like to find out?"
I just nodded, and Mabel made her way down my body, and I felt the kisses and her tongue on my pussy as she pressed her face against my legs. With her technique, the pleasure was enormous. I thought my head might explode when she brought me to climax. With eyes shut, I let the surges echo in my body. Mabel was more than hot.
When I opened my eyes, Joe stood over me. It didn't seem to bother him that a strange woman was eating his wife. With Mabel's ass in the air, he penetrated her pussy. She made her way up to my lips, and we kissed as my husband fucked her. I never felt so sexy in all my life. I watched Mabel suck Joe's cock. Mabel watched Joe and I fuck. Both Joe and I ate Mabel with such an excellent finish to her cum.
It was the most sexual thing I ever did, both of us being made by a sexy older woman. We did each other all afternoon. The evening arrived, and we made our way to our room.
"I can't believe, Joe, we did all that in public, but I would not have missed it for the world."
We were pretty tired and went to bed very early.
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The next morning I nudged Sarah to wake up. I wondered if she wanted to invite Mabel for another morning round in our cabana. Sarah was all for it. We dressed and made our way to the check-in counter, and I asked for Mabel's room number. I told him I didn't know her last name.
"You must mean Mrs. Mabel Dawson. Her cabana number is 10, but there is nobody in it."
"Did she check out?"
"No, she rents a cabana every year, as she and her husband did for many of year. She never comes here. I guess it's a good memory. You are the only guest at Lonely Shores."
Sarah and I were taken back. We had sex with that woman all afternoon yesterday. We searched for the whole resort and did not find Mabel or anybody else for that matter. We were emotionally upset and decided to go back home. We moped around for days, thinking about what happened at Lonely Shores.
There was a knock on our door, I opened it, and there stood Mabel looking sexy as ever.
"I understand you folks advertised for a live-in cook and housekeeper. I do have good qualifications and plenty of recommendations if you would like to see them."
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