Chapter 18

Alan wakes to the sound of crashing waves complemented with a brisk breeze flowing through the open window. He took Kennedy’s advice and convinced Judy to grab her girlfriend for a little getaway. Victoria has an idea of what Judy wants to do over the next day or two, but she isn’t totally convinced about it. As a result Alan had to get the couple a separate room from his. He didn’t have a problem with it, he just cannot wait to either get rid of Victoria or come together as a threesome.

He feels a twinge from down below. He is yearning for some action. Judy had slipped over last night to give him a blow job. Apparently Victoria didn’t mind the action, chalking it up to overtime. He had anticipated and hoped for a little more, but Judy said her girlfriend would know when they fucked. Lying there in the bed then and now, imagining the two women fucking makes him hard. His hand finds its way under his boxers and he gives himself a quick tug. It feels great and he wants more. Alan starts to stroke his cock. Normally when he takes a getaway trip it is with a woman and it is a nonstop fuck fest, and so far this is not. The man very seldom has to resort to masturbation, but sometimes that is what needs to be done. It’s just too bad I didn’t bring Sandy with me. But of course he had expected a little more action.

The masturbation just isn’t doing it for him. So he decides to forego the pleasure and rolls out of bed. His bones break as he stands up and stretches his back. A warm breeze flutters in from the open window. The head of his semi-erect member rubs against the fabric of his boxers, sending a pleasurable sensation through his body. He pulls it out and admires it. Judy seems to certain like it. There is no reason Victoria wouldn’t. While his reasoning is sound, there is no way he can know that Judy just isn’t into him the way he thinks she is. His hand wraps around the monster and he considers rubbing a quick one out. Ultimately he decides to wait and ambles to the bathroom.

When he emerges, Alan is feeling relieved. He isn’t sure if Judy and her girlfriend are up, and for a moment he is conflicted with whether he should go over to their bungalow and knock on the door or not. He picks the latter option and makes the decision to just head down to the beach. Judy will convince Victoria and then their fun will begin. There is no need to rush things, though rushing them might get rid of Victoria sooner. Alan doesn’t necessarily dislike Victoria. It’s just that she stands in the way of his happiness and future. Alan is used to getting what he wants in life and he hates it when fate intervenes.

After slipping on swim trunks, he grabs a large colorful beach towel and heads out the door with the intent to relax by the water and wait for the girls. As he glances down the small road toward the beach, he notices a woman in a bikini walking toward the beach access. She has a towel over her shoulder. He doesn’t see her face, but his eyes lock on her form nevertheless as she saunters down the paved road toward the narrow, tree-lined beach access. He likes the way her ass looks in the bikini bottom so he speeds up to get closer.

The man’s eyes soak in the view as he steps out onto the white sand of the beach. Shades of green and blue dance on the horizon as the waves crash down onto the sand with a roar. The sky is as blue as it can get, punctuated by light, scattered clouds. Trees sway in the wind. The beach is deserted, which is perfect. Not far from the access, the woman is bent over, laying out her towel. The heat inside of his chest is beginning to build. His cock twitches again.

Not wanting to be too obvious, he sets his towel further down, but close enough to be able to glance at her. When she turns, he sees who it is he is looking at. To his delightful and disappointing surprise it is Victoria. She is putting on lotion and ties her hair back. Then she sits down on her towel and watches the surf. She isn’t as thin as Judy, but she has curves and filling in all the right places. She is a rather appealing woman if she weren’t gay. What the hell am I thinking? Gay or not, she is fucking sexy. Looking hard at her, Alan swears he can see the sublime outline of her nipples through the neon green top and the indentation of her cunt lips through her bottoms.

His blood is boiling. He is highly aroused, almost uncontrollably so. He knows this is from a lack of sex last night. The blowjob just doing satisfied his needs, it only intensified them. And now his animosity for the woman isn’t amplified, but turned into desire. It is almost disconcerting how this woman is affecting him. He decides to follow suit and heads into the surf. The water is warm and feels good on his feet and legs. It feels good to frolic in the ocean as if he were a child again. His brain swarms with memories of his mother taking him to the beach. Those memories do not last because all he is concerned with is stealing quick glances at Victoria while she wades into the waist-high shallows.

Somehow he has never really paid much attention to her when she would visit Judy at work. It wasn’t often, but there were times. Maybe it is because he is so intent of making Judy his wife that he just didn’t really pay attention because the woman is a barrier to that. Alan always notices a beautiful woman and potential fuck, but somehow he never did her.

After a while, he has had enough and slogs out of the waves. He looks for the woman, but she is not at her towel. A flash of bright green comes from the side and he sees her tumbling in the sand. A large wave seems to have knocked her off her feet. He rushes to her and extends his hand. She grabs it, obviously having a tough time getting to her feet.

“Thanks,” she says and walks back to her towel to plop down. “I was wandering how long it was going to take you to come and talk to me.”

“You knew?” he asks.

“Of course,” she answers. “Judy told me that you’re an early person and that I should head out to the beach. There was a good chance that you’d already be here of would be shortly after I got here.”

Alan takes note that her nipples have hardened. She lays her legs flat and leans back. His heartbeat increases at the close view of her perfectly curved body. Underneath his sunglasses his eyes dart from her face to her chest and then to her legs. His gaze lingers on the spot between her thighs, covered by her bikini bottoms. Just a thin strip and a lesbian mentality separate me from fucking her. His cock begins to throb as he feels it swell. The head begins to press against his trunks. Not wanting to show his arousal and give her the satisfaction that he wants her, but she obviously doesn’t him, he says, “I think I’m going to get a shower. Hopefully Judy gets up soon so we can go do some fun activities.” Victoria smiles up at him without saying a word. He turns and heads for the small shower near the beach access intent on masturbating.

There are four showerheads attached to each face of a tall square wooden post. He sets his towel down on a waist-high wall nearby and then turns one of the showerheads on. The cold water hits his chest and cascades down his body. It feels good to wash away the sand. He feels the presence of someone walking up next to him. He expects it to be Victoria, but it is not. Judy smiles at him as she sets her things down and goes to the opposite side of the post. She then turns on her showerhead and flips her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head. He is surprised and not surprised that she doesn’t say anything as he watches her lean her head back, allowing the fresh water to run down her chest. She starts with her legs and feet. Then she turns to wash her backside. To his surprise, she reaches around the back to put two fingers in the top of her bikini bottoms and pulls it out to let the water wash down her ass. His eyes lock on her flesh at the very top of her ass.

Fuck I need to cum!

She turns back around. Judy then hooks the front of her bikini with two fingers and pulls it out. His eyes trail down from her navel, past the skin that is usually covered and to the top of her snatch. He quickly looks to see if Victoria is coming up, but she isn’t. His gaze goes back to her as she continues to allow water to run down the front of her bikini. Her head lulls back, as if she is enjoying it. By this time, Alan’s prick is at full attention. It forms a circus-sized tent in the fabric of his swim trunks. He reaches down, runs his fingers over his hardness and gives it a quick squeeze as if to let it know that he will tend to it soon enough.